Disclaimer: Pirates? Not mine.

A/N: Just a quick note on how I'm structuring this collection: each chapter is its own self-contained drabble. I don't intend for these to go together to form an overarching story. The chapter title will be the story title, and if I wrote it for a challenge, I'll put the challenge word first. And now, on to the first drabble I ever wrote...

Not Her

"I'm not her," she said the first time the Commodore dared to take her hand in his.

And she wasn't. She didn't have Elizabeth's fire, but her eyes were quick and intelligent. He could be happy enough with her.

"I know," he said. The shadow of Miss Swan lingered behind his words. She gently removed her pale fingers from his grasp.

"When you know it in truth, call on me again."

The heels of his boots resounded against the marble floor in the entryway as he left. She hoped he would return but suspected he would not.