Harold, for his part, absolutely believed the Captain would attempt to recapture his prize. He dared to hope he'd make it, an emotion that he had feared dead long ago.
Still, he glanced back at the Enterprise, a strange sadness in him. Some strange regret for his Captain. The mind was a strange thing.
A little short of halfway between the two ships, Harold clutched the sail and rudder with iron grip and desperately hoped.
He prayed that his little sabotage wouldn't fail, as was his usual luck.
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Re: Going for Grey
Date: 2009-09-19 11:35 pm (UTC)Still, he glanced back at the Enterprise, a strange sadness in him. Some strange regret for his Captain. The mind was a strange thing.
A little short of halfway between the two ships, Harold clutched the sail and rudder with iron grip and desperately hoped.
He prayed that his little sabotage wouldn't fail, as was his usual luck.