How long has it been? The Pirate Captain's face etched in memories of times long since past; where reunion toes the line between reality and a dream. Silence deafens, darkness shrouds like a cold blanket of truth. There will be no sunlight, no adventure... No battles, no sweet caresses. The care once given, now taken away. How long has it been? Gathering dust while the feeling of sweet release lands just out of fingertips reach is anguish. All consuming dread weighs upon cracking leather, once shining brilliantly now dull from neglect. Begging for redemption, wondering when confidence turned into doubt. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? This isn't how the world is meant to be. Tragedy struck, relationship severed. Left to rot alone. No longer good enough, no longer needed. Thus is the reality borne. Thus is the truth that lies with the discarded left hand glove of Killian Jones.