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Challenge: Apologies
October 4, 2007

By Compassrose7577
October 7, 2007

~ Apologies ~

Bloody hell! This was not going to be easy! This was going to be much more difficult than ever imagined.

He drew a long breath, exhaling long and slow. Clenching a fist, he closed his eyes, summoning assistance from any power or deity lurking about.

Surely someone, somewhere, would help!

Ready? He opened his mouth, but his throat caught, his words choked off in a strangled gasp.

Odd, its never happened before... but then, when was the last time he had felt sto self-abusively compelled? Last month... year... decade?

Hmm! Inexplicably mystifying!

Steady, mate. Take a breath, count to three and...

"I'm sorry."

By Geek Mama
October 7, 2007

~ Apologies Drabble~

I'm not sorry.

Had she ever said words less true? 

A volatile mix of fear, anger, lust, and bloody-minded determination, had spurred her on. They would not be killed for Jack's bargain with the Devil, not if she could help it.  And help it she had, in a scene of seduction and betrayal worthy of the Theatre Royal.

Actress.

Pirate.

But Liar hit the mark.

Tia Dalma said there was a way, and Elizabeth would spend herself in journeying to the ends of the earth to make it right.

And for that, in truth, she would not be sorry.

By Weather Eyes
October 7, 2007

~ Apologies ~

What had she done?

She had thought she had been helping when she had taken the medallion. She had thought she had been saving his life. She had thought if they had found it, they would have assumed that he was a pirate and that would have been awful.

What had she done?

She had taken the only thing that Will had possessed. She had taken the only thing that had linked him to his father. She had taken the only thing that told him who... what he was.

What had she done?

"Will, I'm so sorry, please forgive me."

By Gator101
October 8, 2007

~ Apologies ~

I.

He watches from his vantage point at the desk chair as she rouses from her slumber, her eyelids fluttering against her mind's waking call. Her eyebrows twitch, her pink tongue peeks out to wet her lips.

It's not the first time he's seen this spectacle and it certainly won't be the last, he knows. It is never is.

Slowly, she sits up tugging the sheet around her naked body, blinking away the foggy remains of sleep. Her eyes catch his and she moves her mouth to speak but he shakes his head. He's heard it before.

He doesn't want her apologies.

II.

As he watches her hurriedly, ashamedly tugging on her clothes, he can't help but think how repetitive this was becoming.

He knows he should stop doing this because he knows that it always ends up like this. He knows that by now he should have learned that, despite her passionate promises, she isn't going to stay with him.

But he doesn't learn; he doesn't want to.

Because, ridiculously, he enjoys these increasingly frequent meetings and that's why he lets himself believe right up until her murmured apologies penetrate his hazy mind that this time will be different, that maybe this time she'll stay.

This time is no different.

By Jaxlass
October 8, 2007

~ Gotta Figure For Yourself ~

He stood there for several more moments, grimly watching her walk away before touching his hand to the top of his head. Funny, but he couldn't think where he'd left his hat this time, and him being sober.

"This be what yer lookin' fer, boy?" Jack tensed at the gruff voice. He didn't have to look over his shoulder to know who stood behind him holding his hat.

"Ah, so it would it be a fair guess you know then?" he ventured in discomfort.

"Aye, fair enough, boy. Fetching wench. Sure yer wantin' to let her go like that?"

"What, there's a better way?" Jack turned and gratefully took his beloved hat from Captain Teague's gnarled hand, regarding the taller man past narrow lids. "Sorry, I see none to my benefit. Sides, not letting go of something what I never really had, am I?"

"Jackie boy, there's lettin' go and then there's tossin' away," Teague offered, a bit too sagely for an old pirate. "You gotta figure for yourself what you just done and then work out the why of it later, iffen ya care to."

Jack inwardly groaned. "Don't know that I honestly can figure this one out."

"Can ya forgive the lass, boy?"

Jack shrugged, grinning devilishly. "Much as it pains me to admit, I'd as likely done the same as her - had I thought to, of course. But what's a little more guilt hurt, eh?"

By Virgo79
October 9, 2007

~ Unaccepted ~

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