Loss (Wednesday Prompt #1)
Beckett is losing his mind. He doesn’t know when it started, never noticed the discomforting peculiarities of his own behaviour or Mercer’s piercing glare and only sees his own fall when he buys the first wench in Tortuga who knows Jack’s name. Getting lost in quick, unsatisfying pleasure is easy, but it’s only when he see’s her - dark, wild, furious, familiar - that he thinks he might never leave this wretched place. He knows why Anamaria agrees to follow him upstairs but the sudden flash of sharp light on vengeful blade and the wolfish Jack-like grin still takes him by surprise.