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blackpearlsails...
~ From the Ashes ~
"Hold on!" he commands, and for a wonder she minds him, her face a mask of tragedy. She jars him, body and soul, but he ignores this, and a single shot - trust him not to miss that one! - tears them aloft, the ragged sail caught by the storm. It takes everything he's got, his arms and shoulders burn with the strain, though somehow he's aware that Hector's beastie's grabbed onto a dangling rope, and that Lizzie, clinging for dear life, is nonetheless looking down, transfixed with horror and despair.
Then the Dutchman's gone, along with her girl's dream of love, and she lays her head in defeat.
He's pretty overcome himself, this hasn't gone according to plan at all, and though he bends his head briefly to hers, he can't summon his voice enough to repeat his command, though it echoes, resilient, through his mind...
Hold on!
~.~