Another Little Piratey Drabble
A sort-of sequel to an earlier drabble. Exactly 100 words. (And - yay! - I've met or exceeded my Mininanowrimo word committment each day so far.)
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He'd been chained more times than he cared to remember, waiting for certain death. Fate had always intervened. Except for that last time, when Lizzie shackled him to the mast, but that had all worked out in the end, hadn't it? Well, except for poor Will....
He'd known before she told him. He knew the signs - the pallor and fatigue, the sickness every morning. So he'd made her a promise and he'd keep it. He fingered the fine gold ring, stronger than any link in any chain that had ever bound him. This chain he would take up with pleasure.
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He'd been chained more times than he cared to remember, waiting for certain death. Fate had always intervened. Except for that last time, when Lizzie shackled him to the mast, but that had all worked out in the end, hadn't it? Well, except for poor Will....
He'd known before she told him. He knew the signs - the pallor and fatigue, the sickness every morning. So he'd made her a promise and he'd keep it. He fingered the fine gold ring, stronger than any link in any chain that had ever bound him. This chain he would take up with pleasure.