A prequellish sort of thing that will tie in with Setting the Stuns’ls later on. Set in the early days on New Providence island
They don’t so much become a couple as they learn to balance on a two-legged stool.
Miranda sensed the direction of his thoughts, and he felt himself
tugged against her, lithe, over-warm body draped up against his side in a
partial echo of how she and Thomas had enfolded him between their
bodies when James had returned from sea, back then. Not a year ago. Oh Christ—“Our
Thomas was a generous man,” she said, voice small and a little choked.
“He would not begrudge us whatever joy there is to be eked out of this
existence.”
Both Hands [Black Sails, 4570 words, Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint/the raw gaping absence of Thomas Hamilton]
Published
Meg's Mumbles 