Pairing: Young Teague, Jack's Mom (Samhra)
WordCount: 300
Prompt: Family
A/N: A small extension of my With Eyes of Burnt Onyx one-shot from "Mother's of the Caribbean."
Safe Harbor
Spring mornings were a burst of poetry.
They met by the dock each day and rowed out to the sea, tossing their lines into the water to watch the sun rise. The world before them was wrapped in a dim mist - the gray of dawn – subtle light that extended out to the farthest reaches of their world, attempting to grasp at freedom.
Fabric ruffled as he slid a protective hand over her swollen belly; the first bright point of sunlight gleamed out over the horizon and he longed to embrace it with his family one last time. She recalled the long hush of waiting - moments she wished would never end, even though they soon would.
An untamable spirit sat beside her - solitary and strong, and his eyes had a beautiful light. His crew loved his kindness, his immense capability as a captain, and his love of the sea. When they sailed with him, they would try to be awake for the moment, every twist, every turn, every sunrise, and every sunset.
Tiny sea birds wheeled above the line of surf. Far away the coast reached out and melted into the morning. He looked out to the beckoning sea as she looked up towards him.
"She's a beauty," he said, feeling her gaze.
Samhra replied with a smile, "She steals my lover from me far too often. Pardon my envy, but I'm not an admirer."
With a heavy heart, he pulled her closer, and kissed her forehead. "Soon you shall have proper company, m'lady."
"Only for a little while," she whispered. "If he's anything like his father, he'll be beyond my reach far too soon."
"If he's anything like his mother," he retorted, hooking a finger beneath her chin, "he'll be reaching for adventure forever, knowing that you won't be too far behind."