Dear Jack,
Only now do I understand the heat of your mind, the raging battles in your eyes, the grace of your stride. I didn't realize what there was until it was gone, disintegrated like the hull of an unkept ship. But I understand now, Jack. I can see the same muscular waves you described to me on that humid midnight back in August, they are green and silky, just like you said they would be. And I don't go a day without smelling the sunset sensation of the blood oranges you brought back for me the day after you raided Port Queen. I can also hear the clinking and grinding of the rusted rum bottles at the bottom of the sea, hidden in the sand. I felt their prescence holding my soul when I almost drown in the Atlantic.
You see Jack, I've been through a lot since I lost you. I'm sure that you'd understand. You always had that way with people, you could gaze into anyone's eyes and know their deepest, darkest secrets, before even they did. You were that way with me too. And I think that is why you left me, Jack, And I don't blame you. But, I desperatly hope you forgive me, I'm not as strong as you are, nor will I ever be. I was oblivious to the pure feeling I got in my heart whenever you touched my hand. And I failed to note the heaviness in my feet every time I took a step away from you. I even couldn't sense the burning fire in my bones, like molten lava whenever you laughed and whenever you smiled. And I realize now, Jack, that I lived to wake up early every morning to find you watching the sunrise on a vacant deck. I lived to hear you singing the latest pirate songs at unspeakable hours of the night. And I lived to hug you every time that you narrowly escaped the noose. Oh Jack, how I wish I could hug you now.
So, Jack, I have been searching for you for a while now, and I can't find you. I don't know where to find you or what to do. You promised me a boat of my own, and you delivered. I'm so sorry, Jack. I wished for this life and I now see I wished wrong. I know now that all I need is you. That's all I ever needed. I didn't know until I had lost you. So now I am wishing upon every star, the same wish every night, every hope, every dream, Jack: that this can work, that we will find each other and live in each other until oblivion or whatever possible end should fall upon us. So if you'll have me, Jack, if you haven't already moved on, if you haven't lost your love for me, I'll wait for you, Jack. Meet me at Port Royal. I'll be there until the end, whether you choose me or not. Because I should have said this sooner but, I love you Captain Jack Sparrow.
Sincerely,
Anamaria