Yeah, I know, I know. I shouldn't be starting a new story but I've been meaning to write this one for a very long time. This prologue is sort of boring but I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can. It's an modern day POTC AU and its a Will/OC story. I really hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Prologue:
She sat in her tiny New York apartment on one afternoon in March, thinking. There was a pen and paper set out in front of her on the desk of her small home. She thought for hours about how to start the letter, about how to go about this.
Eventually, the room felt too stuffy and she couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed her keys, the pen, the paper and a hardcover book and left. She went up the stairs to the very top of the building. She opened the door to the roof almost desperately, in an attempt to get to fresh air, in an attempt to get to the sky. She took a deep breath as she walked out onto the roof, splaying out her fingers to feel the wind, closing her eyes to hear the city.
She loved it up here. Here she could see everything, hear everything, be a part of everything. Here she could understand the world. Here she could be free.
She sat in a worn down lawn chair that someone had placed on the roof years ago and forgotten about. She placed her paper on top of her book and put the pen in her mouth. She just needed the right start. Once she had that she knew that the words would flow out of her as they always did. She thought for a moment before putting her pen to paper.
Dear friend, she began.
He sat down at his desk and rubbed his temples. He honestly hated his job. He hated his boss, he hated his office, he hated his profession. Still, it paid the bills. All he could do was wait for the work day to be over, as he did every day.
Finally he was allowed to leave. He said goodbye to the secretary and waved at the woman who made everyone coffee but whose name he had never found out. He did this every day. He was stuck in a routine and he hated it.
He wanted something more from life. He wanted the world to be everything he had hoped it would be when he was a child. He wanted to try something new, to be someone different. He wanted to escape. But he couldn't do that.
He needed to work to pay the bills; and he needed to have the life he did for work. It was a vicious cycle but he was trapped and he didn't know how to get out.
As he started his car, he couldn't help but think that he wasn't living. He was simply existing.
She sent the letter the next day. She had chosen a random city by throwing a dart at a map. The actual address she had chosen had just been the first word to pop into her head and the first number. She had checked on the internet, the street was real and the building was too. It was an apartment building so she chose another random number for the specific apartment. This probably won't work, she thought, but I have to try. I have to try.
He walked into his building and said hi to the doorman, then went straight to the mailbox. He grabbed everything in it and headed for the stairs to his apartment, just as he always did. He opened the door and threw his keys into the bowl where he kept them before going to grab a drink from the fridge. Once he had it he settled on the couch and began sorting through the mail.
Bills, bills, bills, he thought. It's always bills.
He nearly missed the last envelope. It was different from the others. For one thing it was the type of envelope that people sent birthday cards in, companies didn't use that kind. There was no little plastic window. There was, however, a stamp. And handwriting; there was handwriting on the front. The letter had his address on it but not his name.
He gazed at it curiously, wondering if he should open it. Eventually he decided that he should. What did he have to lose?
He opened the letter and began to read the elegant handwriting.
Dear friend…
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~Liliana