Author: Laura H
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns all
Author's note: Jack in the Locker, before Elizabeth's rescue. 100 words for the blackpearlsails prompt 'Gold'. Cross posted there and sparrabeth
"I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope." - Aeschylus, Agamemnon
In the dark, he dreams of her. Sleep comes rarely in this nightmare realm, but in those few fleeting moments, visions plague him. Skin, sweat, scent. He feels her slick warmth around him even as he gasps awake.
The Other knows his thoughts and calls taunts from his Midas throne. Jack hears their truth and shivers in blackness, in rags, in despair.
She won’t come.
But the glass is real in his hand, the liquid inside more precious than gold. There isn’t much, but there’s enough. He’ll save it.
In the dark, he dreams of her; he knows she’ll come.