CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS ON THE LUNATIC TROUBADOUR
Welcome, all! Hope you like my ship. She's the second-fastest in the Caribbean. Fact!
Here I will stow the drabbles and one-shots I write for the "drabble a week" challenge at the Broken Compass forum. Each is inspired by a one-word prompt.
I hope you enjoy. Tell me which are your favorites, which you don't like, and how I can improve! Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Inspired by drabble prompt "mistletoe."
Jones watched with malicious satisfaction as the ship before him twisted and burned into a fiery scarlet heap. Another conquest. Another few souls, nameless and faceless, melting into the timbers of the Dutchman.
Something fluttered upward from the wreckage, carried on the wind by the rising heat. Jones followed it idly, watching it spiral and dance, until it landed at his feet. Distraction turned to disgust.
Of all things.
He kicked it away and stomped to his dank quarters, stonewalling the flood of memories that threatened to drown him. Her lips, her scent, her face, her....