She held his rough hands tenderly, gazing up into his eyes. Her dark clothes held a suttle elegance, completely out of place by the gruff man by her. In the dim light, no one would see her as who she truly was, the princess. "Don't go," she whispered.
"Ah, you know I have to leave," he replied. "Ella, I'll be back, I've always come back haven't I?"
A tear slipped from her eye as she moved onto her toes, reaching up and kissing his cheek. "Of course you always come back, but one day you might not."
"Now, now, don't get all emotional on me. You know pirates don't stand for that stuff."
She laughed quietly, looking around in the dark. "And princesses don't fall in love with pirates," she responded, making sure the word princess was hardly audible.
"No, they don't," he agreed. "In fact, part of that is due to how little the two groups associate."
"Which is none?"
"Precisely," he continued. "How ever did you find the time to like me, let alone love me?"
"You know very well how," she replied sharply, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Tell me anyway." He grinned at her, a well perfected, threatening kind of grin. IF she felt afraid, she didn't show it. She'd known him too long. "Very well, have it your way," he conceded. He bowed to her deeply. "I'd be honored if you would tell me again how you found the time, my lady."
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