Morozko, instead of turning back to his cold mountain how, followed a trail leading down between Camlann and the mountains and found himself at the edge of a huge lake. He sat down at its edge, like a small child fascinated by a new toy. He reached out and frosted the grass growing at the lake's edge with a touch. It dusted over with ice and snow, becoming brittle. So beautifully brittle. He touched the surface of the lake, letting ice and cold spill from his fingertips. A delicate pattern froze along the water's surface, leaving Morozko smiling.

He was bored. Nothing held his interest long enough in this place. Nothing except...his mouth curved in a smile. as he touched the water again. this time the ice patterns danced and formed into the shape of a face. A woman's face. Elegant, beautiful, cold and deadly. She was the only thing the stay in Morozko's mind longer than a few moments, a few days. She'd been there since he'd found her.

And then he lost her, and hadn't found her again. Frowning now, he stood, hovering in the air as his own cold winds swept him from the ground. Perhaps there was something else that could keep his interest. If not, he would have to go find Mabb again, find what made her so compelling.

Bluebeard had been traveling with Pandora over the Lake for many months. They'd grown close in that time, his feelings growing for her as they continued to plot and travel. She was a fine pirate in his estimation, a real tribute to how a woman was just as good on a ship as any man.

As much as Blue was enjoying his time with her, he was also struggling. As his feelings grew and he began to see her in a new light, another sensation was growing. The more he fell for Pandora, the darker and heavier he felt. There was a pain in his chest, a cold, icy shiver that happened every time he thought on her fondly. It was conflicting, confusing more than anything else.

He pushed his thoughts away, walking across the deck to look out over the bow. It was a fine day to make port and they weren't far from Ozland, which always had the most interesting (if not bizarre) wares to sell. He'd think about it for now, perhaps ask Pandora when she made an appearance on deck.

Here's the complete thread that Carol and I did in Google Docs.

( Pandora's Pirate Day )