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Hi there, here’s that Abigail and Flint fic I toyed with writing. I’m so glad I got around to actually putting it down on paper…er…screen. It was pretty interesting to try and nail the Flint Voice, I hope I at least got close. Please enjoy!

It was quiet now.

Abigail did not know pirate ships could be so quiet. From
the stories her father and nanny would tell, ships run by pirates were always
loud, wild and unhinged. Constant plunder and pillage and gunfire, never-ending
death and danger. But now, she sits on the stern she sat on this afternoon,
this time in the dead of night, with one lone man controlling the ship; the very
tall, very quiet one. The only sounds around her were the low creak and rumble
of the ship as it glided through the water, and the rustle of the flag when hit
with a breeze. She closed her eyes, and let the sweet breeze kiss her hair, she
inhaled the smell of salt that wrapped around her, feeling truly free for the
first time in…she can’t even remember.

Abigail felt a chill run through her spine, wrapping the
blanket she draped over her shoulders tighter, a gift from Lady Hami—Miranda. She remembered the terrifying
haze she was in for days, only to be revived of that to be moved to a dark,
dank belly of a fort, where a man thought money was more important than her
life. Millions of thoughts ran through her head, the loudest one being if she
would ever see the sun again, be outside again, breathe again. She wondered if she would ever stop being someone’s
prisoner.

But sitting on this ship, with the moon clear and the stars
bright, with her skin feeling pure fresh air and smelling nature in what felt
like years, Abigail began to feel freedom again, she felt as if she were
returning to herself, slowly piecing together what it felt like to be human, to
be alive.

She jumped at the light thump from behind her, her nerves
rattling and turning to see who was approaching. Her nervousness
dwindled—slightly—when she saw that it was Captain Fl—James McGraw—moving slowly to stand a few feet away from her.

“I did not mean to frighten you,” Mr. McGraw says, voice
rough, trying to make his voice gentle for the girl.

Abigail shakes her head, her movement slightly fidgety, “I
did not mean to jump,” she replies, her voice small.

“Are you alright?” he asks, keeping his movements slow as he
walked towards her.

Abigail nods, “I could not sleep…I thought the air would
clear my mind, but…I find my thoughts reeling now more than ever.”

Mr. McGraw thinks on this, and nods. “You wouldn’t be the
first. Nature plays cruel tricks like that more than you know,” he says, cracking
the tiniest hint of a thing that could qualify as a smile. Abigail’s shoulders
relax further, and works up the courage to move over on the small bench she
occupied, offering the captain a spot.

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