Wow, it's been a long time since I posted, but the Muse woke up for this particular prompt...
~ Haunted ~
She was haunted.
Jack’s death should have given her peace along with grief. The pirate had come to himself at last, the old Jack, returned to save them, ever the reluctant hero. That ultimate sacrifice had been surprising -- but that was Jack all over. Hero, indeed. So much so that Will could almost understand, if not quite forgive… what he’d seen.
But instead she was haunted. There was no peace in her eyes, her face, her being. She was haunted, and Will didn’t know how to reach her.
It made him wonder about that kiss.
And more than wonder.
~.~