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Drabblish: Turn About
by Honorat
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own Elizabeth or the Monkey
Summary: For the "Jack the Monkey" Challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
When he’d first hung down from the companionway under which she was hiding, dangling that cursed medallion, shrieking in demented fury, his tiny, sharp fangs bared in threat, she’d screamed. In panic, she’d fled from that decaying horror, the grating creak of thin bones, the stench of rotting fragments of flesh. Death stalked her in miniature. Despair haunted her in rabid eyes.
But this time his shriek no longer moves her. What can this primal skeleton clinging to the rigging tell her about despair that she has not already absorbed into her soul? She has already stared into the face of death in the shadows beyond a fire. She has already laid her life down on the decks of the Dauntless.
Her widened eyes narrow. This time it will be the monkey’s turn to panic.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own Elizabeth or the Monkey
Summary: For the "Jack the Monkey" Challenge at Black Pearl Sails.
When he’d first hung down from the companionway under which she was hiding, dangling that cursed medallion, shrieking in demented fury, his tiny, sharp fangs bared in threat, she’d screamed. In panic, she’d fled from that decaying horror, the grating creak of thin bones, the stench of rotting fragments of flesh. Death stalked her in miniature. Despair haunted her in rabid eyes.
But this time his shriek no longer moves her. What can this primal skeleton clinging to the rigging tell her about despair that she has not already absorbed into her soul? She has already stared into the face of death in the shadows beyond a fire. She has already laid her life down on the decks of the Dauntless.
Her widened eyes narrow. This time it will be the monkey’s turn to panic.