Jade-Rat

In which the crew visit London on their travels... "Land Ho." Will and Morgan heard the holla from above deck as they led in Morgans cabin. They were kissing heavily, hands roaming over each others clothes. At the call, Morgan began to pull away. "No, no, no", Will protested, trying to hold her close. "Just a few more minutes." She laughed throatily in response, and let him nibble her ear for a few more seconds before jumping up from the bed. "In a few minutes we'll have made port, and we need to go ashore. Contain yourself Mr. Sharp!" She scolded him teasingly. He reached for her, and she dodged easily out of his reach. "Now, are you go

Epilogue It didn't feel right, he should be up there beside them. He watched as his fellow shipmates...his friends were executed. He stood in the midst of the crowd, not wanting to be seen, not wanting to feel their anger towards him...the anger he deserved. He tried negotiating with the authorities, he wanted to die to. He'd killed people same as them, he'd been a part of the same battles, but the law wasn't having any of that. They said he'd been brainwashed. An outstanding gentlemen like himself, could not have become a pirate through choice. So he watched them all die, from the sidelines. He was only there to see one person though. He on

Morgan snuggled closer to him, burying her face into his chest. Will stroked her hair, absent-mindedly, eager to hear her story. "Where to start?" She mused. "At the beginning", Will said smiling, "I want to know all there is to know about you Captain..." After a short pause, and a heavy sigh, Morgan began. "All right...Well, I was born a Londoner, like yourself. But unlike you, I was born into poverty. My family had little to no money, and growing mouths to feed. My father drowned his sorrows with drink. Spending money we didn't have on getting liquired up, just to come home every night drunk and beat on his children. My mother was an

Rest Lie Down Feel the soft grainy sand beneath you. Feel the suns soothing heat coat your skin. Feel the tender caress of a lovers touch, Against your bare, tanning flesh. Listen to the hypnotic rhythm, Of the lapping ocean waves. Listen to the song of the screeching gull. Listen to the steady beating of the earth. Listen to his breathing, Listen to yours. Listen to the pulsing of your hearts... Just listen.

Here I stand. Stripped back, Stripped down. Bare, Exposed, Open. No use of powder and paint, Just standard flesh and bone. No guise, no mask, Nothing to hide behind, Everything to hide from! I'm here, Open to attack. Hunted. But, here I stand, In all my glorious imperfections, Ready for battle. Ready, Raw, Acceptant, Free!