Title: Inch
Author: breathless_dawn
Rating: PG
Pairing: J/E
Word Count: 118 (I was so close!)
Disclaimer: I bow to the Mouse.
A/N: Written for the drabble prompt at blackpearlsails 'Inch'. Unbeta'd. DMC/Post DMC depending on how you look at it.

She accepts the mug proffered by Tia Dalma. Against de cold, and de sorrow. She is numb. Hardly daring to breathe for fear of what emotions may follow. She is vaguely aware of Will talking, of Gibbs honouring his captain with a toast. She has begun to cry.

“To Jack Sparrow.” He raises his mug.

Ragetti follows suit. “Was never another like Captain Jack.”

“He was a gentleman of fortune, he was,” Pintel says.

It is her turn now, and as she raises her cup she can only think to say, “He was a good man.” The others drink. Elizabeth lifts the mug, but stops an inch away from her lips.

She cannot pretend her hands are clean.