A history without a song

It unfortunately wasn’t long before the other woman noticed Sparrow and stopped her run, jogging up to Sparrow to greet her. ”Oh, pleasure’s all mine,” Sparrow said, running her eyes over the woman once as a hint as to what she meant, but not lingering long enough to be creepy- at least she hoped. Finally, her eyes met the other’s and held her wild gaze for just a second before Sparrow lolled on her own lopsided smile.

”You enjoying the pack so far? Sparrow asked, turning her eyes over to the rippling waves as they cast themselves onto the shore where Jack had been running earlier, lapping and ebbing at the prints she had left as the tide slowly rolled in.