Drabble - "Now Sleeps the Swann"
The world above and the world below, separated by the glassy surface of the sea; in this place beyond the edge, where there is neither wind nor tide, and the Pearl coasts through stagnant waters, she sleeps.
Dreams of her father - gone now, lost to the deep. Would he be alive still, if she’d filled the role he’d wanted for her?
Visions of Will - his face alight with broken-hearted hope. Would he be here now, holding her, if she’d been honest?
Nightmares of Jack - who is but a plank-width from insanity with his rum-soaked breath, and hollowed eyes. There is a knowing smirk as shackles clamp down on his wrists; again and again and again. Would he have stayed, if she’d given him a choice?
Worn raw, and in need of an absolution that will not come, she is haunted by the storm plaguing her soul, instead of the sea.
~End
Dreams of her father - gone now, lost to the deep. Would he be alive still, if she’d filled the role he’d wanted for her?
Visions of Will - his face alight with broken-hearted hope. Would he be here now, holding her, if she’d been honest?
Nightmares of Jack - who is but a plank-width from insanity with his rum-soaked breath, and hollowed eyes. There is a knowing smirk as shackles clamp down on his wrists; again and again and again. Would he have stayed, if she’d given him a choice?
Worn raw, and in need of an absolution that will not come, she is haunted by the storm plaguing her soul, instead of the sea.
~End