Blues Skies, Prompt #1: Weather (PotC)
Elizabeth leaned against the rail, watching the water part before the Black Pearl.
“Have you got your sea legs back?” a familiar voice queried her.
“Course I have.”
He joined her at the rail. Two days in and it was still unnerving to see the changes in him, as they reminded her how changed she must seem to him-a fact which should not have bothered her, but did. So, she kept her eyes steadily trained on the horizon even as she felt his on her.
“It’s been some years.”
Yes, but she was once a captain too. For a time. “I don’t see the cause for concern.” She was determined to appear strong. Stronger than she felt after leaving that island for the first time in over a decade without the intention of returning. Not for some time at least. She couldn’t yet fathom never. Even without her boy to hold her to the place. There is Will, she tried to tell herself. Once again, for the millionth time.
“Weather’s the concern.”
She scanned the skies. “Sky’s perfectly clear.”
A blackened, ringed finger gestured out over the grey waters. “A milky sky, Lizzie. Not a patch of blue to be found. Won’t be day’s end before we’ll see rougher seas.”
Had she once known that? “Won’t make a difference.” A patch of rain and rough waters was nothing. “I’ve already weathered quite a lot.” She’d take her chances with the sea.