Author's Note: This is basically a rather sad/submissive look at how "Elizabeth" felt after the cave scene where Will had missed his "opportune moment."
Drabble Inspiration: Jack...E and her passionate rants about potc characters that I so love! I practically had your email open where you talked about the "cave scene" while typing this in. Multitasking is the sh!t ;) Well, in a good way I hope.
I like challenges and lack objective. So any ideas, however vague will be appreciated. If there is anything you want me to write about, let me know.
Hindsight
How enchanting a sight of a wave crashing in meeting the shore. Heaving its battered bosom with imprints of ripples on sandy surface. Willingly sacrificing all curiosities to know, to feel, to touch. Wanting to grasp a ground to stand on, in her cries for a last embrace. A parting kiss. A release of another kind.
Kindness of her pristine motives lost in a wither of uncertainty. It was uncharacteristic to give up in the eternal quest of longing. For that instance but, she does. She gives up with a decided quiver of unspoken whispers. The ghost of known equilibrium lingered, sweeping contrition in the rushed transcendent flow. Hanging on to the last freckles. Forever searching closure. Forever parting unrequited.
Elizabeth drew her gaze back to the boat where two of the man who've rescued her life more than once, sat in resignation. For different reasons, she knew. They will return to H.M.S. Dauntless and go back to their lives. She watched the sweeping wave die back in the ocean and accepted its fate.