He headed towards the end of the ship. I watched him, Captain Jack Sparrow. There was something about him, something different to the way he acted, something more. Sadness is what I had presumed it to be, but he acted nothing like it. His eyes screamed "Sadness" but his actions screamed "I couldn't care less". It got me wondering as we moved swiftly across each other. His sad eyes locked onto mine for a few seconds before he kept moving forward. It looked as though he had attempted to usher a small smile, but he wasn't able to.
Imagine being able to read his thoughts. I wonder what he thinks of me, probably not much, but you can never really tell can you? I think that's what mostly bothers me, not knowing. I guess that's really what the whole point of actions are, they are there to show how you feel, whether it's about someone, something or somewhere. He doesn't seem to use his actions very well, he's so… So private. Someday, just someday I am going to find out what is going through that mind of his.
Elizabeth often thought about things like this. She was always curious about people, well, she would say people, what she really meant was Jack. It was a curious thing, but what she thought about most was Jack. He was such a mystery to her, she could never quite figure him out. Elizabeth never knew why it had bothered her so much, how could one person run through her thoughts as many times as Jack had hers. What was it about him that had interested her so? She could never find the answer to that question.
Imagine going through what he has been through. Just imagine all the pain, anger and frustration he has had to survive in a lifetime. It really makes me think, is that what made him decide to become a pirate? I wonder if he has ever found love. He does seem like the charming type of person. I wonder, is there someone out there for Captain Jack Sparrow? If there is, how would he react?
Elizabeth sighed, there were so many thoughts running through her mind, and they were all about Jack. What was going on with her? She never knew that answer to that question either.
Who am I even trying to kid? There is no way I am ever going to find this out, he is just one of those people who have all of their feelings locked up inside of them. It doesn't even have anything to do with me. He can feel and do what ever he wants. What really boggles my mind is, why do I care so much?
Elizabeth was so unsure of herself. Why was she so curious about this one man who she had never cared for much in her life. She came out of her daze and noticed Jack walking across her once again and she had felt something. She felt a little nervous, as if her stomach had turned a little bit as she watched him walk past her. Their eyes met once again, but this time it was more meaningful. Non the less, he still kept moving forward. What was this she had just felt? It was probably nothing, or at least that's what she had believed.