A/N; This is a triple drabble of exactly 300 words without the title. Jack/Anamaria.
The Siren
It had become late, he realized, as he stepped out of his cabin. He had plotted their new course tonight and had failed to noticed how much time had passed until the light through the windows had become dim. And now, somewhat more than an hour later, the sky had turned darker still. Only a single hesitant star peeked through the deck of clouds.
Except for the continuous rustling of the waves the decks were silent. He was just about to make his way over to the helm when his attention was drawn by a small figure by the railing.
Anamaria.
The pirate lady was without doubt the best crewmember he ever had, as he was forced to admit. But certainly the most difficult one as well. Her stock in trade was to make him the victim of her outbursts of rage, whether he was guilty of whatever caused them or not. It made her dangerous, aye… but quite beautiful as well. Though that was an aspect of Ana that was rarely mused upon. Funny, really, because from where he was standing he had quite a lovely view on that slender body of hers.
Beautiful and dangerous. A down to earth Siren. The sort that could make a man like him fall head over heels before tearing him to destruction.
Tonight though, the thought of that seemed quite alluring…
"Wha' are ye looking at, ye fool?"
Her snappy voice made him snap back to reality and he realized she had turned around and now had her gaze fixed on him.
"The sea, luv. Merely the sea."
She raised an eyebrow sceptically, then rolled her eyes and walked passed him. He watched as she disappeared through the hatchway.
He sighed. A true siren indeed.
Unfortunately, as unreachable as one as well.