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[#105] Never Shall We Die
Theme Prompt: #105 – Pirates
Title: Never Shall We Die
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 553
Summary: Isabella reflects on the life she used to have.
Sometimes, when the wind comes off the sea and the smell of brine reaches her nose, she fiercely misses the open water.
While she and her pirate are too old for a genuine life of seafaring, there’s a certain freedom that comes with the ocean. Isabella remembers standing on the edge of the deck, leaning into the wind and feeling it almost lift her off her feet. The thrill of the unpredictable weather, the risk of coming across an enemy on the high seas and the thrum of adventure will always be the highlight of her life.
Charles always told her that the sea was his favorite place. By the end of the adventures, Isabella couldn’t deny that it was hers too.
Pushing off of the porch, she makes her way into the shed and goes through some of the old flags they’ve stashed away, and finding her favorite: the one with the ship’s sigil emblazoned in black and silver. Shaking off the dust, she takes it outside to their flag pole. The pulley is rusted, with the weather it’s seen over the years, but her old hands still secure the flag and lift it up to flap in the wind over the cliff.
The front door opens, and she hears her husband’s heavy footsteps on the porch. When she turns to see him, his weathered smile greets her.
“You raised the colors.”
“I was feeling nostalgic,” she teases, before making her way closer to him. “It’s been so long since we’ve been on the ocean.”
“It has. And for good reason.” He draws her into his arms, letting his head rest on top of hers as she leans into him. “These old bones aren’t as good at running from the guard as they used to be.”
She laughs. “Your balance isn’t good for the water either.”
“Mmm. Now why is this about all my shortcomings?” He raises an eyebrow at her. “Maybe we should throw in a few of yours.”
“I thought you told me I had no shortcomings,” she teases.
“And I stand by that, my love, but a little humility might be nice occasionally.”
She laughs, turning her eyes back out to the sea ahead of them and exhaling slowly. They had so many adventures in their pirate ship. It’s a shame to think that they may never be out there again. She rubs his side gently, before turning back to look at him.
“When it’s my time, will you take me out to the sea again?” Her eyes meet his earnestly. “Lay me to rest in the ocean where I belong?”
“Bold of you to assume that you’re going to die before I am.”
She laughs. “You know what I mean. In the off chance that you outlive me.”
Charles considers quietly, before turning to face her again. “How’s this? When we’re ready to depart this Earth, we take one last trip together. Die at sea, as so many of our friends did.”
She considers briefly, before nodding in return. “Yes. I think sounds like an excellent idea.”
“Good.” Drawing her back to the seat on the porch, they settle in together as the sun rises high above them off the water. “That sounds like the perfect way to start our next adventure.”
Isabella finds she couldn’t agree more.
Title: Never Shall We Die
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 553
Summary: Isabella reflects on the life she used to have.
Sometimes, when the wind comes off the sea and the smell of brine reaches her nose, she fiercely misses the open water.
While she and her pirate are too old for a genuine life of seafaring, there’s a certain freedom that comes with the ocean. Isabella remembers standing on the edge of the deck, leaning into the wind and feeling it almost lift her off her feet. The thrill of the unpredictable weather, the risk of coming across an enemy on the high seas and the thrum of adventure will always be the highlight of her life.
Charles always told her that the sea was his favorite place. By the end of the adventures, Isabella couldn’t deny that it was hers too.
Pushing off of the porch, she makes her way into the shed and goes through some of the old flags they’ve stashed away, and finding her favorite: the one with the ship’s sigil emblazoned in black and silver. Shaking off the dust, she takes it outside to their flag pole. The pulley is rusted, with the weather it’s seen over the years, but her old hands still secure the flag and lift it up to flap in the wind over the cliff.
The front door opens, and she hears her husband’s heavy footsteps on the porch. When she turns to see him, his weathered smile greets her.
“You raised the colors.”
“I was feeling nostalgic,” she teases, before making her way closer to him. “It’s been so long since we’ve been on the ocean.”
“It has. And for good reason.” He draws her into his arms, letting his head rest on top of hers as she leans into him. “These old bones aren’t as good at running from the guard as they used to be.”
She laughs. “Your balance isn’t good for the water either.”
“Mmm. Now why is this about all my shortcomings?” He raises an eyebrow at her. “Maybe we should throw in a few of yours.”
“I thought you told me I had no shortcomings,” she teases.
“And I stand by that, my love, but a little humility might be nice occasionally.”
She laughs, turning her eyes back out to the sea ahead of them and exhaling slowly. They had so many adventures in their pirate ship. It’s a shame to think that they may never be out there again. She rubs his side gently, before turning back to look at him.
“When it’s my time, will you take me out to the sea again?” Her eyes meet his earnestly. “Lay me to rest in the ocean where I belong?”
“Bold of you to assume that you’re going to die before I am.”
She laughs. “You know what I mean. In the off chance that you outlive me.”
Charles considers quietly, before turning to face her again. “How’s this? When we’re ready to depart this Earth, we take one last trip together. Die at sea, as so many of our friends did.”
She considers briefly, before nodding in return. “Yes. I think sounds like an excellent idea.”
“Good.” Drawing her back to the seat on the porch, they settle in together as the sun rises high above them off the water. “That sounds like the perfect way to start our next adventure.”
Isabella finds she couldn’t agree more.
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