A/N:Written originally for the 'my muse just died. Tell me how yours is dealing with it' meme.
In Her Place
She was supposed to be in his place, but he had stopped it. She was supposed to lie wrapped in that cloth, but it was his own body instead. She had held him for hours after; fingers drifting through his hair, tears soaking into the wooden deck of the now captain-less ship.
He could not be replaced.
She would not let him be replaced
She knew he'd want to forever be with the sea, and when asked for a port of call, she simply squeezed tight her hand and whispered, "Neverland."