Swann's Note/Bangs head against desk/ I just can't stop writing oneshots! Wait…this is so short that it's almost a drabble….
Full Summary: Hah. Read and find out. I really don't like this fic, I don't think it makes sense, but my friends think that it's awesome, soooooooo….
Disclaimer: If I owned this, the word Sparrabeth would be in the dictionary.
Rum. Rum is the number one way to corrupt a governor's daughter.
Though the first time he tried it, it didn't really work.
The number two way, he thinks as he paces the deck, watching her look depressed, is talking. Convincing. Persuading.
He's very good at that.
Unless he's with her. Then all of the phrases he doesn't ever have to rehearse disappear. Completely. His mind blanks out, and he starts rambling on about freedom.
Great job that conversation did.
So the third way, he's thinking as he lectures her about curiosity, is just being a complete idiot.
Or being curious, he thinks as she walks away. It's amazing how often those two traits coincide.
He concludes, as the sound of clinking medal resounds in his ears, that the best way is simply to let her think for herself.
After all, he thinks smiling as she turns her back again, she was doomed to the life of a governor's daughter, eventually. Just like he was doomed to the locker.
But he can't help but think, as he draws his sword…
…he wished they would have been doomed together.
Swann's Note: Huh. Review and make me happy, though I beg you not to flame :-P