Triple drabble
Drabble Prompt 20 from potc_dogwatch
Title: Time’s Run Out
Rating: G
Pairing: J/E and ??
Disclaimer: Only one character here is mine. The others belong to Buena Vista and Bruckheimer.
Summary: Future, set well after the end of AWE. Can’t say more. Read. (You know Will has to be involved.)
Spoilers: How should I know? I’m not on Disney’s payroll.
Feedback? Of course.
Izzy never pressed her girl about with whom she lay after she reached sixteen and pulled weight in her mother’s crew. It would be futile anyway, she figured, for a Sparrow of any age to explain themselves, and even she’d never divulged everything of her liaisons or woman’s regrets to her daughter, before or after Jack left them.
It was no surprise Sarah disappeared. She’d warned her Captain, coming in late the night prior, faraway gaze for the rumrunner she’d met at the tavern, his mannered words, his oddly kind eyes and steel-streaked hair and sure grip on the collar of a truculent drunkard trying to get hands down Sarah’s shirt. Izzy could only press a good sword into her hands, knowing the effect of older, dark eyes on a Swann.
She didn’t see her darling girl - woman - for four years, not until Sarah cockily strode upon Izzy’s docked deck with a stronger sword in her left hand, her right tenderly gripping the tiny fist of a curly-haired child.
-You should see my ship, she suggested, her father’s smirk on her lips. -So you don’t blast the bejesus out of it someday.
Izzy grinned. -Your ship?
Her girl’s smile fell, emptiness in her eyes. -Aye, mine now. She looked down at her child. -Well … ours.
Izzy’s gaze fell upon the quiet little man, watching her with intensity for one so young. -And what is master’s name? she wondered.
Sarah hunkered down to lift the child in the crook of her free arm. -William Turner. Billy. She hesitated, swallowing a moment of apparent grief before smiling hopefully between Captain and grandson. -Good, strong name. He’s the only one’s got it, now.
After an age to find her breath, Izzy forced another smile, chest aching. -Aye, she agreed. -It is, that.
Title: Time’s Run Out
Rating: G
Pairing: J/E and ??
Disclaimer: Only one character here is mine. The others belong to Buena Vista and Bruckheimer.
Summary: Future, set well after the end of AWE. Can’t say more. Read. (You know Will has to be involved.)
Spoilers: How should I know? I’m not on Disney’s payroll.
Feedback? Of course.
Izzy never pressed her girl about with whom she lay after she reached sixteen and pulled weight in her mother’s crew. It would be futile anyway, she figured, for a Sparrow of any age to explain themselves, and even she’d never divulged everything of her liaisons or woman’s regrets to her daughter, before or after Jack left them.
It was no surprise Sarah disappeared. She’d warned her Captain, coming in late the night prior, faraway gaze for the rumrunner she’d met at the tavern, his mannered words, his oddly kind eyes and steel-streaked hair and sure grip on the collar of a truculent drunkard trying to get hands down Sarah’s shirt. Izzy could only press a good sword into her hands, knowing the effect of older, dark eyes on a Swann.
She didn’t see her darling girl - woman - for four years, not until Sarah cockily strode upon Izzy’s docked deck with a stronger sword in her left hand, her right tenderly gripping the tiny fist of a curly-haired child.
-You should see my ship, she suggested, her father’s smirk on her lips. -So you don’t blast the bejesus out of it someday.
Izzy grinned. -Your ship?
Her girl’s smile fell, emptiness in her eyes. -Aye, mine now. She looked down at her child. -Well … ours.
Izzy’s gaze fell upon the quiet little man, watching her with intensity for one so young. -And what is master’s name? she wondered.
Sarah hunkered down to lift the child in the crook of her free arm. -William Turner. Billy. She hesitated, swallowing a moment of apparent grief before smiling hopefully between Captain and grandson. -Good, strong name. He’s the only one’s got it, now.
After an age to find her breath, Izzy forced another smile, chest aching. -Aye, she agreed. -It is, that.