Death Cannot Stop True Love
A New Beginning
Westley lay awake in his bed on the pirate ship Revenge. The day's events refused to stop playing over and over in his head leaving him plagued with insomnia. He turned on his side and gazed at hi beautiful love. He watched as her chest rose and fell in rhythm to her breathing. As she lay sleeping away her worries, Westley kissed her eyes and stroked her long autumn-colored hair. After years and years of waiting they had finally been reunited. He was more than ready to settle down and have a normal family life.
Even as Westley dreamed about spending the rest of his life with his long-awaited true love, his thoughts always trailed back to Humperdink. Westley was by no means afraid of him, but he did wonder what power, if any, he had over Buttercup. Was his beloved spoiled by the luxury of royalty? Westley had traveled to hell and back for this woman. He scaled the Cliffs of Insanity, tumbled down a ravine, wrestled and R.O.U.S., and quite literally died for her. He only hoped that would be enough.
Buttercup stirred. She sat abruptly forward. "Where am I? What's going on?" She panted.
"Shh," Westley quieted her. "Go back to sleep."
"My Westley," Buttercup said, groggily. She touched his face gently before she lay back down. She returned to her slumber moments later. Westley couldn't lie there anymore. He carefully lifted himself out of the bed as to not disturb Buttercup. He managed to find his way to the upper deck. There he found Inigo at the rudder.
"How are you managing things?" Westley asked as he sat down next to Inigo.
"Well enough. Dare I ask the same of you?" Inigo replied, his eyes shining with dull mischief.
"Buttercup's asleep. I'm prone to insomnia." Westley replied. Inigo made no reply. He just stared out over the water as if he was its master.
"Have you given anymore thought to piracy?" Westley asked.
"I think I should try it. I need to move on with my life." Inigo replied.
It was now Westley who didn't reply. He, too, gazed over the moonlit water. The light glittered playfully on the surface. Westley could recall the many nights he sat staring at the glistening water reminded of Buttercup's beauty. Night after night he sat wondering if he would ever again kiss her perfect lips or whisper "As you wish" after her every demand. What he dreamed of for so long was now finally a reality.
"Well, I suppose I should try to sleep." Westley said. He walked back down to the door to go to the lower deck. Before he descended, he turned to Inigo. "I never did thank you."
"For what," Inigo asked.
"For bringing me back from the dead. I am forever grateful." Westley replied.
"It was nothing. You didn't kill me; I was simply returning the favor." Inigo smiled. Westley returned his smile and climbed down the stairs.
Inigo was left alone in the darkness. He didn't mind. He sat and reflected on his memories. His most cherished one being the look of pain and anguish on the face of Count Rugen when he re-arranged his insides with his six-fingered steel. It gave Inigo a warm, tingly feeling.
Now that his father's soul had been avenged, Inigo had no place in the world. He had nobody to track down and with Vizzini dead, no one to work for. He had made his decision to be the next Dread Pirate Roberts and that was that. He and Fezzik would rule the sea together.
-THE NEXT MORNING-
Buttercup opened her eyes. She felt the gentle swaying of the ship that had accompanied her to sleep the night before. She turned over to find Westley asleep, snoring into his pillow. She could tell he had been tossing and turning because his blonde hair was shooting out in all directions. Buttercup couldn't resist herself. She picked up Westley's face and began to kiss him passionately. Westley's eyes fluttered open in sweet confusion until he realized what was going on. He embraced his love and returned her affection. Moments later, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Can it not wait?" Westley asked, annoyed.
"I've just come to inform you that we have landed." Inigo replied.
"Thank you." Westley replied. "Come now, we have to get off."
"Now," Buttercup asked moving her lips slowly down his body. Westley closed his eyes and let out a small moan.
"Unfortunately," he replied. Buttercup moved aside to let him up. Westley fixed hi clothes and helped Buttercup off the bed. Hand in hand, they made their way up to the upper deck.
"Good morning, Lady!" Fezzik greeted Buttercup with joy.
"Good morning Fezzik," Buttercup looked around. "Where are we?"
"Guilder, my love," Westley informed her.
"Guilder," Buttercup repeated. "You mean the sworn enemy of Florin?"
"Right as usual, my dear." Westley replied.
"Prince Humperdink was always making plans to invade Guilder." Buttercup began. She looked at Westley whose eyes had begun to narrow. She knew she had brought up a touchy subject. She could kill her tongue.
Inigo cleared his throat in attempt to break the tension. "I think I am going to leave the ship docked here while I help you get acquainted." He informed Westley.
"Do with it whatever you like. It belongs to you now." Westley told him.
The four of the left the ship and walked the path that symbolized a new beginning for each of them.
A New Beginning
Westley lay awake in his bed on the pirate ship Revenge. The day's events refused to stop playing over and over in his head leaving him plagued with insomnia. He turned on his side and gazed at hi beautiful love. He watched as her chest rose and fell in rhythm to her breathing. As she lay sleeping away her worries, Westley kissed her eyes and stroked her long autumn-colored hair. After years and years of waiting they had finally been reunited. He was more than ready to settle down and have a normal family life.
Even as Westley dreamed about spending the rest of his life with his long-awaited true love, his thoughts always trailed back to Humperdink. Westley was by no means afraid of him, but he did wonder what power, if any, he had over Buttercup. Was his beloved spoiled by the luxury of royalty? Westley had traveled to hell and back for this woman. He scaled the Cliffs of Insanity, tumbled down a ravine, wrestled and R.O.U.S., and quite literally died for her. He only hoped that would be enough.
Buttercup stirred. She sat abruptly forward. "Where am I? What's going on?" She panted.
"Shh," Westley quieted her. "Go back to sleep."
"My Westley," Buttercup said, groggily. She touched his face gently before she lay back down. She returned to her slumber moments later. Westley couldn't lie there anymore. He carefully lifted himself out of the bed as to not disturb Buttercup. He managed to find his way to the upper deck. There he found Inigo at the rudder.
"How are you managing things?" Westley asked as he sat down next to Inigo.
"Well enough. Dare I ask the same of you?" Inigo replied, his eyes shining with dull mischief.
"Buttercup's asleep. I'm prone to insomnia." Westley replied. Inigo made no reply. He just stared out over the water as if he was its master.
"Have you given anymore thought to piracy?" Westley asked.
"I think I should try it. I need to move on with my life." Inigo replied.
It was now Westley who didn't reply. He, too, gazed over the moonlit water. The light glittered playfully on the surface. Westley could recall the many nights he sat staring at the glistening water reminded of Buttercup's beauty. Night after night he sat wondering if he would ever again kiss her perfect lips or whisper "As you wish" after her every demand. What he dreamed of for so long was now finally a reality.
"Well, I suppose I should try to sleep." Westley said. He walked back down to the door to go to the lower deck. Before he descended, he turned to Inigo. "I never did thank you."
"For what," Inigo asked.
"For bringing me back from the dead. I am forever grateful." Westley replied.
"It was nothing. You didn't kill me; I was simply returning the favor." Inigo smiled. Westley returned his smile and climbed down the stairs.
Inigo was left alone in the darkness. He didn't mind. He sat and reflected on his memories. His most cherished one being the look of pain and anguish on the face of Count Rugen when he re-arranged his insides with his six-fingered steel. It gave Inigo a warm, tingly feeling.
Now that his father's soul had been avenged, Inigo had no place in the world. He had nobody to track down and with Vizzini dead, no one to work for. He had made his decision to be the next Dread Pirate Roberts and that was that. He and Fezzik would rule the sea together.
-THE NEXT MORNING-
Buttercup opened her eyes. She felt the gentle swaying of the ship that had accompanied her to sleep the night before. She turned over to find Westley asleep, snoring into his pillow. She could tell he had been tossing and turning because his blonde hair was shooting out in all directions. Buttercup couldn't resist herself. She picked up Westley's face and began to kiss him passionately. Westley's eyes fluttered open in sweet confusion until he realized what was going on. He embraced his love and returned her affection. Moments later, they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Can it not wait?" Westley asked, annoyed.
"I've just come to inform you that we have landed." Inigo replied.
"Thank you." Westley replied. "Come now, we have to get off."
"Now," Buttercup asked moving her lips slowly down his body. Westley closed his eyes and let out a small moan.
"Unfortunately," he replied. Buttercup moved aside to let him up. Westley fixed hi clothes and helped Buttercup off the bed. Hand in hand, they made their way up to the upper deck.
"Good morning, Lady!" Fezzik greeted Buttercup with joy.
"Good morning Fezzik," Buttercup looked around. "Where are we?"
"Guilder, my love," Westley informed her.
"Guilder," Buttercup repeated. "You mean the sworn enemy of Florin?"
"Right as usual, my dear." Westley replied.
"Prince Humperdink was always making plans to invade Guilder." Buttercup began. She looked at Westley whose eyes had begun to narrow. She knew she had brought up a touchy subject. She could kill her tongue.
Inigo cleared his throat in attempt to break the tension. "I think I am going to leave the ship docked here while I help you get acquainted." He informed Westley.
"Do with it whatever you like. It belongs to you now." Westley told him.
The four of the left the ship and walked the path that symbolized a new beginning for each of them.