Disclaimer: Not mine. If I did, I wouldn't hog it all so much like the current owner. :glares at a certain mouse:
Summary of Overall Story: A series of sort-of drabbles (as in, more than 100 words). Originally made to be only three, but even I don't know what's going to pop into my head.
Summary of Chapter: "He'd rubbed off on her after all." Perhaps slight J/E, if it tickles your fancy. 200 words, according to Microsoft Word.
Only Way
'It's after you, not the ship. It's not us.'
Who would've guessed that dear Lizzie would do something that was so like him. He wondered if she would regret it. Maybe she would. Maybe she would even miss him.
'But this is the only way, don't you see?'
Yes. It was the only way she could make sure he did this without him having the chance to turn back and doom them all; so he wouldn't be able to do the wrong thing. Maybe that's why he wasn't making a sound. Maybe it was because he couldn't say anything, because her way of tricking him had shocked and impressed him so much he was speechless. Then again, maybe he wasn't shocked. Maybe they were alike for reasons even he hadn't thought of.
'I'm not sorry.'
He knew she wasn't sorry. She'd been curious about him, about what he'd taste like, about what freedom tasted like – but she didn't want to know if he would be curious enough, if her heroic fantasies of him would be shattered. So she'd taken her chance.
There was only one word that would do her actions justice.
'Pirate.'
He'd rubbed off on her after all.