The young defy their elders.
It is only in their nature, and yet their elders are fools to hope otherwise.
Grazed by a gunshot, Edward's head throbbed but it could not compare with the mix of emotions surging within him.
Some deep part of Teach had expected this. He more or less declared so on the deck of the ship before leaving Nassau, when he and Charles spotted the Guthrie woman in the telescope.
The marks of Eleanor Guthrie; did Edward ignore his own intuition, to see if it could be done, the dismal of broken love?
Of course he had his own marks, clutching a necklace in his hand as the only thing that could keep him from sending his fleet after the Bastard Flint, who could have been dead at the end of Edward's sword if it weren't for Vane.
Now they were both gone, to battle in a pointless war for no more than the prideful declaration to say that Nassau was theirs to control.
Then a voice echoed:
"So this is all to do with pride? Revenge means more to you than the chance we have to leave!"
Long ago, Edward had done just as Charles had done, deciding confrontation was the best way to set things right, rather than scorning a foe by simply enjoying freedom despite their threats.
If he had only sailed away that night with Elizabeth; that would have been the actions of a wiser man, and no other misfortunate would have had the chance to befall upon them.
However, Charles had made his choice, and Edward could not change it.
Just as he could not change the choice he made to burn Rogers's ship, which ultimately led to what followed after…
Curled tight into a ball where Edward had left her, all Elizabeth could hear was shouting both distant and near, and though it was a familiar sound, she couldn't quite bear it and closed her hands over her ears; and thinking of nothing else to do, she thought she might aid herself to sleep by singing.
'Memories like voices that call on the wind
soft is the wind, soft is the wind
Whispered and tossed on the tide coming in
soft is the wind, soft is the wind…'
However, as her senses faded there wasn't any part of her that could pick up on the whispering beyond Edward's tent, but it wouldn't have made any difference, because nor could she have foreseen a group who supposedly were on the side of Blackbeard allowing Captain Rogers access to the camp, after the less trustful let greed fill their hearts and sent word to him, that his foe would be missing if he still wanted the woman, and by providing him this information and conduct, he would in return give them a greater share of the spoils, than Teach promised.
'Voices like songs that are heard in the dawn
soft is the wind, soft is the wind
Singing the secrets of children unborn
soft is the wind, soft is the wind…'
if their claims had been lies, Rogers relied on caution in the form of a small number of men to slip in and out when he had done the deed, fortunately, however, the bargain was honored and he snuck like a rat to his destination, sneakily ridding those obstacles that stood between him and it with a silent death, so as not to sound an alarm.
'Dreams like the memories once born on the wind
soft is the wind, soft is the wind
Lovers and children, and copper and tin
soft is the wind, soft is the wind…'
And then there he found her, actually where she was said to have been with no one hidden in any corners, if this had been Teach's plan all along to draw his rival out and ambush him.
She and him were alone, and as Elizabeth carried on singing her song, still covering her ears, it disguised the clink of Rogers belt coming undone.
'Dreams like the castles that sleep in the sand
soft is the wind, soft is the wind
Slipped through the fingers or held in the hand
soft is the wind, soft is the wind …'
slow and deliberate, the Captain resisted bursting into laughter at how simple this was and how poorly Edward Teach protected his riches, for the woman was a rare beauty indeed, triggering true arousal, even if she looked to have been dragged by a cart through Nassau's streets.
Licking his lips, he knelt down close to her and was hit by her sweet scent, and the satisfaction of claiming her body and for striking such a blow against the GREAT Blackbeard, released an animal within him.
'The pirate all other pirates fear…'
It did not stop, but drove Rogers to pounce and ravish Elizabeth who could not scream.
She couldn't; even as she obviously wanted to, since he had made certain to cut off her screams with a gargle of blood pooling in her shrieking mouth.
Then when he was spent, Rogers left as swiftly as he came, wishing he could be there when Edward found his precious whore.
Again, no claims to the song, and it is taken from BBC Poldark.