Susan never looked for him… but she did travel to the sort of places that he might be drawn to — not, you must understand, because she hoped to meet him there, but because she shared his love for liminal spaces, for seasprit on a darkly gleaming beach, for the dripping mouths of caves, for galaxies whirling in tide pools.
(For his part, Jack looked everywhere — once he thought he had seen her in the drinks cabinet, her eyes outshining her crown, but he’d be the first to admit thar could have been the rum’s influence — but he paid special attention to the shadows in doorways, the rocky outcroppings along unknown shores, and, on one memorable occasion, the reflections in the salt flats of Davy Jones’ locker.)
Once, they had met at sea, each adrift, each pulled into the other’s current until they formed a whirlpool of impossible dreams: someday, they would circumnavigate a round world… sail to the edge of a flat world… explore the vast expanse of stars… someday.
Drowning in the sea of stars
(For his part, Jack looked everywhere — once he thought he had seen her in the drinks cabinet, her eyes outshining her crown, but he’d be the first to admit thar could have been the rum’s influence — but he paid special attention to the shadows in doorways, the rocky outcroppings along unknown shores, and, on one memorable occasion, the reflections in the salt flats of Davy Jones’ locker.)
Once, they had met at sea, each adrift, each pulled into the other’s current until they formed a whirlpool of impossible dreams: someday, they would circumnavigate a round world… sail to the edge of a flat world… explore the vast expanse of stars… someday.