When Rachel McKree's plane crashed to the sea, her life was suddenly blown out of proportion. But will people back home believe in her tales of buried treasure, extraordinary adventures, and a drunken pirate that stole her heart or will they just think she had a bad case of Island Fever?... (First PotC Fic. Please review!)
Disclaimer and Author's Note: Sadly, I must say that all characters and objects pertaining to the movie trilogy of Pirates of the Caribbean are property of Disney and not my own. Even though I would love to own Jack Sparrow, sadly I don't. All other characters and objects are of my own creation. Hope you enjoy and please, please, please comment!
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Prologue
My Dearest Jack,
It has been a year since the last time I saw your face yet I can still remember every line and every scar on your beautifully tanned skin. The past months of living here without you have brought me to my wit's end and I don't know if I can last much longer... The people I thought I had loved and loved me, doubt my every word and treat me as if I was just ill the whole time I was away from them…when I was with you. This place means nothing to me anymore because you are my true home and I'm so sorry it took me so long to realize that. I promise I will find my way back to you. But one thing is certain…if I cannot be with you in life, we will be together in death…
Your loving wife,
Rachel Sparrow
Rachel sniffed and wiped away her tears as she rolled up the slip of paper and gently stuffed it into a clear glass bottle. Taking a small ruby colored glass bead from a plaited link of her hair, she dropped into the bottle before corking it. It took her a mere two days to convince Greg to allow her to visit the spot that had changed her life, telling him that she needed to face her demons so she could move on. She smiled as she thought of how easy it was to fool him. He hadn't changed a bit, still naive and easy to manipulate. Slowly, she walked out of the small cabin, making her way down the hall and up the stairs to the upper deck of the ship. The cool Caribbean breeze swept through her hair as she padded bare foot to the side of the ship where the captain of the vessel stood.
"Madam.. We've reached our destination. Just thought you'd like to know.." The captain bowed as he took haste to leave, reading her tear stained expression that begged for privacy. Hugging the bottle to her chest, she turned to face the crystal blue ocean.
"For always.." she whispered before tossing the bottle into the sea. Rachel turned and ran back to her cabin, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she was unable to watch as her message in a bottle floated away to some unknown destination.
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