~ Flying ~

In hope and terror, she hitched her skirts and ran, dodging redcoats, she had to see. She caught a glimpse of Will and Jack as they raced up the steps. If they could gain the parapet…

She struggled through to her father's side and her heart froze. They were surrounded by a forest of weapons, and her father's outrage. And Norrington's.

"You forget your place, Turner."

"It's right here. Between you and Jack."

She stared at Will for a moment, at what he had become. For her.

A precipice yawned before her: death or the chance of life.

She flew.

~.~