The Captain
There is nothing to prepare her for his grandeur, nor his sheer size. She seems him and she’s frozen: motionless, entranced. He is so close she can smell the gun powder.
He is everything she has described so many times, but, oh, not quite. Those forget-me-not eyes are laced with ice cold and that profile, it lives and breathes of wild adventures: dangerous and tragically concluded. Her eyes linger at the line of his jaw, at once impossibly smooth and sinister, a fair foreshadowing of his prized hook, lying at the ready, feather light on the trigger in teasing.
He is the very essence of nightmares, yet something inside her screams “Girl, girl, let go of me!”
He is everything she has described so many times, but, oh, not quite. Those forget-me-not eyes are laced with ice cold and that profile, it lives and breathes of wild adventures: dangerous and tragically concluded. Her eyes linger at the line of his jaw, at once impossibly smooth and sinister, a fair foreshadowing of his prized hook, lying at the ready, feather light on the trigger in teasing.
He is the very essence of nightmares, yet something inside her screams “Girl, girl, let go of me!”