Muse
By: Beautiful x lie
He was never one to think. He never contemplated things too much for if he did, life would be a tad bit
Boring.
Once he thought something over too much, it lost its zeal. It didn't have that spark anymore. He didn't over strategize battle plans, hell sometimes he didn't even strategize at all. But he was still alive, and that topic wasn't to be mused on too much either.
Though there was one thing that could be on his mind all day and it would never lose its fervor. It got him though the toughest times lately and there wasn't really that much to ponder in Davy Jones' locker. Actually it was a her and her was
Elizabeth.
Her honey blond hair was hued perfectly by the sun and framed her face angelically. Her sun kissed skin matched her fair brown eyes. He took note of how they sparkled when she watched the sun lazily sink beneath the horizon surrounded by a whole pallet of colors. Even though her looks caught his attentions, her flamboyant persona kept him tightly latched on.
She was a stubborn one and had some spunk to her as well. Never took no as a logical answer and in his opinion lived for the sea. She was naive at times and wanted to always get her way. Though her upbringing did get her what she needed (and some shiny things not needed) but the thing she wanted was out of her reach. She was trapped in a metaphorical corset, not able to withstand the strains of propriety and attempted perfection. The false sense of security she had was almost flawless, but she easily saw through the mediocre façade.
The real world was what she wanted. She wanted what society couldn't give.
Freedom.
That word seemed so foreign to her. The one word not included in her broad vocabulary. She was also very…curious. The things she didn't fully understand were sought after to expand her outlook. She was persistent, never one to give up. A challenge was never turned down by her and never easily lost or won.
The one thing he would always secretly admire her for, was the same thing he would secretly dislike her for. Her betrayal paid a part in these never ending rants and she could have at least betrayed him a little nicer. A kiss seemed a bit cold at the time yet it was the only warm memory he has to look back on.
Jones thinks it as a means of torture well Jack's idea of torture is not playing it endlessly. He wants to live through it as much as he can; it's the only shred of her he has left. He desperately wishes he could do it again. He loved their flirty banters on deck and it was entertainment for the crew and for himself. It may have seemed that he didn't listen to her, but he was hanging on every one of her words
With every comment he threw at her, she had a smart retort ready at the tip of her tongue.
And he gives her an inch and she takes miles. With little effort she could get everything from you with persuasion. She had a pretty face and a way with words. And he swears if she were a man, she could go far…
But he was never one to think things through too much.