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To live would be an awfully big adventure.
The sun sat low over the horizon and the captain of the vessel never once looked away from the magnificent sight as he expertly guided his across the open sea. The wind played happily with his hair, gently caressing his face. Everything was perfect. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Elizabeth Turner whispering something to her beloved husband as they both stood by a railing overlooking the colorful horizon.
The captain grinned as he remembered how they had come to be here. The newlyweds had decided, shortly after their much awaited for marriage, that they were not ready to give up and live a peaceful life just yet. They needed more excitement, more adventure in order to feel as having accomplished living life to the fullest. Something that their captain could fully understand and fully empathize with; the glorious feeling of being alive while out in the open seas, the power that it gave someone. It was the only way that he knew how to escape and he gladly shared his freedom, his ship with his friends.
The captain had visited them many times, during their year and a half engagement during which the couple had grown to almost despise the little town of Port Royal where all anyone was concerned about was etiquette and propriety. It was where the daughter of the governor and a blacksmith, no matter how good could not possibly get married to each other. Regardless of the fact that said daughter had been kidnapped by pirates and spent a whole night on an island with one, mere days before the engagement was announced. Her father had taken great precautions that that little piece of news should not get out so the fact that Elizabeth Swann getting ready to marry Will Turner was still the top piece of gossip and still wrong.
So it had been not surprisingly, Elizabeth's idea to join the join some pirates and leave the small town behind. Unfortunately, their escape, which took place mere months after the wedding, had been silent and quick. Will and Elizabeth had just been waiting calmly, all their necessary bags packed and ready, the next time, their pirate captain friend popped in for a visit. No doubt Governor Swann would tell the people that the couple had just simply gone on a belated honeymoon or had moved to England and ruin a perfectly good scandal. Nevertheless, all the involved parties could care less about Port Royal just then as they were sailing away into the horizon full speed ahead, no regrets.
"Jack?" Captain Jack Sparrow turned around and grinned broadly at his best friend, Will Turner, who had come up to stand beside him at the helm. "Elizabeth says that the supper is ready. She was just down there, supervising the cooking and told me to tell you that she is actually impressed. It really isn't as dirty as she expected." Will told him. "Would you like to come down to eat with us?"
Jack tilted his head to the side as he thought about the question. Eating with his friends would have been a nice change from eating with his loud, rowdy crew, but he couldn't bear to leave the helm of his beloved ship for too long. Not now that he had finally gotten her back after ten long years of waiting, wishing and hoping to be reunited with her again. Ten long years of utter agony.
"No, just bring me somethin' one you're all done." He finally told Will and turned back to the horizon. "Got any preferences?"
"Pardon?" Will looked confused. There had been days on end when Jack Sparrow had come to visit Elizabeth and him, when he rarely understood a single word of what the pirate captain was saying. Sure they seemed to talk the same language but somehow, the way the other stringed his world together, seemed completely foreign to him.
"Where we travel." His friend clarified. "You or you lass got any places you've always wanted to go and visit or revisit? We don't just loot ships you know. Got to stop for supplies somewhere. There is a big world out there and we could go anywhere we want. So where will it be?" Will Turner shrugged. "I'll go wherever you go Captain."
Neither man missed his slight enunciation of the word captain. He was acknowledging Jack's rightful title, but more then that, he was inserting himself into his crew. He was letting Jack know that he trusted him completely with his life and that of his wife, trusted him to keep him and his family safe regardless of the fact that Jack was supposed to be a feared, ruthless pirate.
"Ask that wife of yours. She's the adventurous one in your family I think." Jack grinned. "And go eat something before you keel over on me, savvy?" Will knew that he was dismissed. He could tell that his Captain wanted some alone time with his ship and he wasn't one to intrude.
Yet another way that he was similar to his father, Jack thought. Will's father, Bootstrap Bill Turner had known Jack Sparrow even before he had become captain of his Pearl, almost before he became known to the world as Jack Sparrow. Shaking his head, Jack dispelled the thoughts gathering in his head. He didn't want to think about the time before… or the time after… or really any time at all, he decided with a slight chuckle. What he wanted was to relax, clear his mind of all thoughts and just be one with his Pearl. The best way to do that was to stand where he stood now, his hands on the wheel, his gase resting lightly on the blue and green water in front of him… lightly pushing away any thought that thought it important to distract him…
"Jack? Captain, I brought you some food. Elizabeth said that it was good so it must be. The girl's used to good things. Here." Anamaria, Captain Jack Sparrow's first mate, thrust a bowl a food at him and then leaned back against the railing with her own bowl and began eating her own portion looking up periodically as though to check that her captain and friend was also eating. She somehow also knew that he probably wouldn't eat by himself, without the company of other people around him unless he chose to force himself to. The Captain enjoyed being with people, enjoyed talking to them, interacting with them and Anamaria was perfectly content to eat outside.
They ate in the silence that could only blossom between two people who were completely comfortable with each other and who trusted one another implicitly. Anamaria knew what she was getting herself into when she had taken on the job of first mate to the eccentric pirate captain. She had seen first hand what Barbossa's treachery had done to him and had known how hard the job would be. But for some reason that even Anamaria herself could not understand, she had wanted to be the one to break all the old prejudices, to serve her captain with her life, to show him that he could still trust, that she if no one else would never betray him. The fact that he still owed her a boat was carefully forgotten. She would never ask for it and hopefully he wouldn't either. Maybe she'd tell him sometime, what this job meant to her but for now, they both let sleeping dogs lie.
She left when he finished and took his bowl back to the galley with her and Jack got back to relaxing and clearing his mind once more. Happy and full, it was amazingly easy this time.
He closed his eyes and could almost see the ocean stretched out in front of him, could see it the way his ship might see it. He could feel the water gliding across his hull, warm and gentle, excepting him in an embrace; almost helping him move towards his destination instead of hindering his progress. He could feel the sun, attracted to his black sails sending them it's love, the wind playfully toying with the flag, the almost unfelt vibrations that the fish made in the water as they swerved to avoid collisions. The dolphins came at his call and played alongside, keeping up perfectly with the speed.
But something had changed in the feeling of the way he glided on the water. Jack had done this once or twice before, this strange merging of human and ship. He had discovered it once while guiding his ship half asleep and it had been easier then to slip into this state then when he was completely awake, but he could still tell that something was now different. They were going somewhere. He hadn't given anyone any coordinates, hadn't even planned himself where to go yet. He had just been moving towards the horizon, always on the lookout for ships to loot of coarse; yet the Pearl acted as though they had a destination in mind, as thought they had somewhere to go and it was time to go there.
Jack Sparrow's eyes flew open in shock, ripping his mind from its tranquil state and sending him reeling in an aftershock. What did that mean, whey had he even thought it? Where was it that he was supposed to go and why did his ship know it before he did? It was strange and disconcerting and Jack couldn't help but feel as though he was supposed to know something that he had forgotten.
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