A/N: Prompt Time and tide; originally posted 23/5/07. A drabble-and-a-half.
I didn't realise how long it had been since I updated this...but then, a terrible lot has happened since then.
She tells herself it is justice.
She tells herself she does it for Will.
He looks strangely forlorn, vulnerable, standing there alone on the deck, caressing his Pearl as she thinks he might, in another time and another world—
She tells herself it is better for him to remain with his ship than to watch her destruction from afar; better for the legend to end gloriously—as she will ensure it does.
His mouth is warm and surprised and unexpectedly soft; he tastes of oranges and rum and the Spanish Main…the whole world, if she had time enough to learn it. But the iron in her hand is cold as the depths of Davy Jones' Locker and the kiss is over almost before he responds and she is not sorry.
She tells herself she did not want it.
She tells herself it is not double treachery.
She tells herself lies.