'Sliver' Drabble
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the sliver. And considering that's from the Edinburgh Trader, I probably don't own that either.
Summary: Elizabeth discovers one of the hardships of being a sailor.
"AA-" Elizabeth cut off her scream before anyone could hear it.
Instead, she sucked on her thumb, trying to make it stop hurting. She tried to remember the last time she'd been in this much pain. 'Oh, right, the whole Aztec curse thing.' How a simple sliver had hurt his bad, she had no idea, but it almost seemed to hurt as bad as when Barbossa had cut her hand.
Elizabeth knew that if any sailor saw how much she was affected by such a tiny slice of wood, whether this trading ship's crew or someone like Jack Sparrow ('CAPTAIN,' she reminded herself.), they would laugh her to scorn. With this in mind, she put her mind back to painting the hull. As the pain started to fade, she heard the crew behind her beginning to panic. 'Ah,' she thought, 'they found my wedding dress.'
I have a love-hate relationship with Elizabeth. Sometimes I think she's a spoiled little (insert insult here). Other times, I admire her courage, spirit, and ambition. I think I got that across. What do you think?