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Halloween Drabble

by Sylvia
October 26, 2003

Since the Pearl’s sojourn with Barbossa, she’d taken to picking up the oddest passengers.

It was Allhallow’s Eve and Jack was at the helm – two hours to go before the midnight watch was due.

Hands were suddenly laid over his own on the wheel. Cold hands. Hands Jack could see through! He turned in the spectral embrace and came face to face with…

Jack checked his hands. Steady. Breathed into his palm. No alcohol.

Looked up again, and found himself alone.

A steadying breath.

"No-one travels free on my ship. Cursed freeloaders."

It was going to be a long night.

~.~

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