Okay, so I was sitting here and an idea struck me, and I started planning
it out in my head. And now I'm all excited so I'm writing it out.
Hmm, I think that's all.
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Christine Pearl tied her long hair back into a bun and pulled down the sheets of her bed, preparing to sleep. Her husband was working late, as usual, and she held out no hope of him coming home. Oh, she loved her husband, but he made it incredibly hard on her. Always working, never paying attention to her. Christine had grown used to it and it was considered quite normal to see her on her own. Her friends had stopped asking where her husband was, they knew she'd just reply, "He's working," with that hauntingly sad look in her eyes.
A lone tear on her cheek, she lay her head on the soft white pillow and closed her eyes, allowing herself to dream of her past life, back when things had been good. She thought of her wedding day, when her husband, Richard, had vowed to love her for always. He did love her, of course, but he seemed to love his work more. She thought of their newlywed days, laughing and loving without a care in the world. She thought of her best girlfriends and her one male friend. The friend who had changed her life, who had made life worth living for her. The friend who would grow up to be a fearsome pirate, the friend whom she had missed sorely ever since their goodbye, the friend who's name was Jack Sparrow.
Tears poured down her cheeks when she thought of Jack. They had been the best of friends in their childhood, never leaving each other's side. He had meant everything to her, and her to him. He had been her first kiss, her first love, and her first heartbreak. They had spent every waking hour in each other's company, not ever doing anything worth doing but just being there to be together. In their younger years, they had run around on the beach, screaming mindlessly, playing pirates. Pirates had always been a passion of Jack's, every other word out of his mouth was about treasure or ships or peg legs.
Tears continually spilling from her eyes, her thoughts drifted to the last moment she had spent with Jack. They had been down on the pier, saying goodbye. He was grinning happily, showing Christine his new ship. The Black Pearl. He had looked so proud, so full of passion, so obviously in love with the ship. She had kissed him, saying that she loved him and would never love another. He simply squeezed her hand and said good-bye, not stopping to even glance back at her. Christine knew that her part in his life was over. He had moved on to new, more exciting things.
'Stupid, pointless tears,' she thought, 'they're not going to make anything better. They're not going to bring him back, you fool. You love Richard.'
Christine could not take her mind off Jack. She had even kept her maiden name for him, a homage to his ship and a belief that he was not completely out of her life yet, that if she did not fully commit herself to this marriage, that he might possibly come back. Of course, Richard and all others close to Christine looked down on this, but had decided to turn the other cheek and let her have her way. They knew that Jack wouldn't be returning.
Anger taking over her sadness, Christine sat up and beat her pillow with her fists. Anger she had kept pent up for years came pouring out, all of it being taken out on the poor, innocent pillow. She pummeled it once more, satisfied, and flung herself down into bed.
"Curse you for leaving, Jack Sparrow," she muttered bitterly, "Curse you for leaving me behind, for leaving me without a second thought. Curse you for getting me stuck in this worthless life."
Christine's mind was overloaded with confusion. She loved Richard; there was no denying that. She had meant it when she vowed to love him for always and she fully intended on keeping that promise. But then, there was Jack. The man who had stolen her heart at such a young age, the man who had taught her to swordfight and who had introduced her to rum; the man whom she hadn't seen in almost 12 years. She loved Jack; there was no denying it. She had promised she would always love him, and she always would love him.
'You filthy liar,' she accused herself, 'you told him you'd never love another. Look at yourself! Married! Disgusting, you are. Filthy.'
Christine flung back the sheets and climbed out of bed. She was far too flustered to even attempt sleep. Settling on a cup of tea, she walked down the dark stairs into the kitchen.
A soft click of the door told her that Richard was home. Gulping down her tea, she hoped she could make it upstairs before he saw her. She did not want him to see her in this state.
"Christine?" Richard asked, stepping into the kitchen.
Damn, too late.
"H-hi, Richard," she said, trying to control her sobs.
"Oh, sweetie," he said, concern in his voice, "What ever is the matter?"
"It's nothing," she said, trying to fake happiness, "Really, I'm fine."
Richard shook his head in disbelief. He knew his wife was not all right. It had been too many a night he had come home to find her, grief-stricken and teary-eyed. Of course, Richard knew about Jack. He was too big a part of Christine's life for him not to know. He knew how much she missed him, but he was blind as to how much Christine cared for him. He only wished his wife could forget about Jack and move on. Twelve years was quite long enough.
"You were thinking about him, weren't you?" he asked, a note of resentment in his voice.
"I'm sorry," Christine said, breaking into more sobs, "I'm so sorry. I want to forget about him, I want to so badly. I just can't, Richard. You have to understand. I can't."
Richard held his shaking wife tight, quietly whispering that it would be all right. He kissed her lightly on the head, whispering,
"I love you, Christine."
***
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the helm of the Black Pearl. It was far past midnight but that wouldn't stop him from steering. He had a place to go and a person to see. He had waited quite long enough and didn't intend on waiting any longer.
"What's on your mind, Captain?" asked a tired Anamaria, noticing the forlorn look on his face.
"Christine Pearl."
Anamaria did not say a word but only nodded. She knew of her Captain's history with Christine and it was not something he liked to discuss. In fact, he had forbidden his crew from talking about it. Not that they would, of course. So it had come as a great surprise to the crew when Jack had told them they were going to Port Royal. Not only going to Port Royal, but going to Port Royal to visit Christine. When asked why, Jack had simply replied, "It's been far too long."
A glare of light from the nearby lighthouse told Jack that they were nearing Port Royal.
The Black Pearl sliced through the black water, gliding along without a sound. She gracefully slid into a hidden cove of which only two people knew of: Jack Sparrow and Christine Pearl. Satisfied that the ship would not be found, he told Anamaria she was free to sleep.
"Don't tell me you're going now. It's past midnight!" Anamaria said.
"Best to be going now, Ana. Safer. Don't want me gettin' caught, now do ye?"
Anamaria smiled. "Maybe, maybe not."
"I'll be back soon. Listen, I want you and the crew to stay here until I'm back, savvy?"
"Sure," Anamaria said, watching Jack traipse off. "Good luck, Jack," she added under her breath.
***
Jack's boots thudded against the cobblestone streets. It was dark, but he knew exactly where he was going. He turned up one street and walked down another, regretting that he didn't bring any rum along.
He finally reached his destination. He climbed up the few front steps of Christine's home and quietly rapped on the door.
***
Christine had been sitting in the drawing room, alone, when she heard a knock at the door. Who would come calling at this hour? Adjusting her robe and dabbing at her eyes, Christine walked over to the door and pulled it open.
Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she saw who stood there.
"Jack!"
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Hmm, I think that's all.
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Christine Pearl tied her long hair back into a bun and pulled down the sheets of her bed, preparing to sleep. Her husband was working late, as usual, and she held out no hope of him coming home. Oh, she loved her husband, but he made it incredibly hard on her. Always working, never paying attention to her. Christine had grown used to it and it was considered quite normal to see her on her own. Her friends had stopped asking where her husband was, they knew she'd just reply, "He's working," with that hauntingly sad look in her eyes.
A lone tear on her cheek, she lay her head on the soft white pillow and closed her eyes, allowing herself to dream of her past life, back when things had been good. She thought of her wedding day, when her husband, Richard, had vowed to love her for always. He did love her, of course, but he seemed to love his work more. She thought of their newlywed days, laughing and loving without a care in the world. She thought of her best girlfriends and her one male friend. The friend who had changed her life, who had made life worth living for her. The friend who would grow up to be a fearsome pirate, the friend whom she had missed sorely ever since their goodbye, the friend who's name was Jack Sparrow.
Tears poured down her cheeks when she thought of Jack. They had been the best of friends in their childhood, never leaving each other's side. He had meant everything to her, and her to him. He had been her first kiss, her first love, and her first heartbreak. They had spent every waking hour in each other's company, not ever doing anything worth doing but just being there to be together. In their younger years, they had run around on the beach, screaming mindlessly, playing pirates. Pirates had always been a passion of Jack's, every other word out of his mouth was about treasure or ships or peg legs.
Tears continually spilling from her eyes, her thoughts drifted to the last moment she had spent with Jack. They had been down on the pier, saying goodbye. He was grinning happily, showing Christine his new ship. The Black Pearl. He had looked so proud, so full of passion, so obviously in love with the ship. She had kissed him, saying that she loved him and would never love another. He simply squeezed her hand and said good-bye, not stopping to even glance back at her. Christine knew that her part in his life was over. He had moved on to new, more exciting things.
'Stupid, pointless tears,' she thought, 'they're not going to make anything better. They're not going to bring him back, you fool. You love Richard.'
Christine could not take her mind off Jack. She had even kept her maiden name for him, a homage to his ship and a belief that he was not completely out of her life yet, that if she did not fully commit herself to this marriage, that he might possibly come back. Of course, Richard and all others close to Christine looked down on this, but had decided to turn the other cheek and let her have her way. They knew that Jack wouldn't be returning.
Anger taking over her sadness, Christine sat up and beat her pillow with her fists. Anger she had kept pent up for years came pouring out, all of it being taken out on the poor, innocent pillow. She pummeled it once more, satisfied, and flung herself down into bed.
"Curse you for leaving, Jack Sparrow," she muttered bitterly, "Curse you for leaving me behind, for leaving me without a second thought. Curse you for getting me stuck in this worthless life."
Christine's mind was overloaded with confusion. She loved Richard; there was no denying that. She had meant it when she vowed to love him for always and she fully intended on keeping that promise. But then, there was Jack. The man who had stolen her heart at such a young age, the man who had taught her to swordfight and who had introduced her to rum; the man whom she hadn't seen in almost 12 years. She loved Jack; there was no denying it. She had promised she would always love him, and she always would love him.
'You filthy liar,' she accused herself, 'you told him you'd never love another. Look at yourself! Married! Disgusting, you are. Filthy.'
Christine flung back the sheets and climbed out of bed. She was far too flustered to even attempt sleep. Settling on a cup of tea, she walked down the dark stairs into the kitchen.
A soft click of the door told her that Richard was home. Gulping down her tea, she hoped she could make it upstairs before he saw her. She did not want him to see her in this state.
"Christine?" Richard asked, stepping into the kitchen.
Damn, too late.
"H-hi, Richard," she said, trying to control her sobs.
"Oh, sweetie," he said, concern in his voice, "What ever is the matter?"
"It's nothing," she said, trying to fake happiness, "Really, I'm fine."
Richard shook his head in disbelief. He knew his wife was not all right. It had been too many a night he had come home to find her, grief-stricken and teary-eyed. Of course, Richard knew about Jack. He was too big a part of Christine's life for him not to know. He knew how much she missed him, but he was blind as to how much Christine cared for him. He only wished his wife could forget about Jack and move on. Twelve years was quite long enough.
"You were thinking about him, weren't you?" he asked, a note of resentment in his voice.
"I'm sorry," Christine said, breaking into more sobs, "I'm so sorry. I want to forget about him, I want to so badly. I just can't, Richard. You have to understand. I can't."
Richard held his shaking wife tight, quietly whispering that it would be all right. He kissed her lightly on the head, whispering,
"I love you, Christine."
***
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the helm of the Black Pearl. It was far past midnight but that wouldn't stop him from steering. He had a place to go and a person to see. He had waited quite long enough and didn't intend on waiting any longer.
"What's on your mind, Captain?" asked a tired Anamaria, noticing the forlorn look on his face.
"Christine Pearl."
Anamaria did not say a word but only nodded. She knew of her Captain's history with Christine and it was not something he liked to discuss. In fact, he had forbidden his crew from talking about it. Not that they would, of course. So it had come as a great surprise to the crew when Jack had told them they were going to Port Royal. Not only going to Port Royal, but going to Port Royal to visit Christine. When asked why, Jack had simply replied, "It's been far too long."
A glare of light from the nearby lighthouse told Jack that they were nearing Port Royal.
The Black Pearl sliced through the black water, gliding along without a sound. She gracefully slid into a hidden cove of which only two people knew of: Jack Sparrow and Christine Pearl. Satisfied that the ship would not be found, he told Anamaria she was free to sleep.
"Don't tell me you're going now. It's past midnight!" Anamaria said.
"Best to be going now, Ana. Safer. Don't want me gettin' caught, now do ye?"
Anamaria smiled. "Maybe, maybe not."
"I'll be back soon. Listen, I want you and the crew to stay here until I'm back, savvy?"
"Sure," Anamaria said, watching Jack traipse off. "Good luck, Jack," she added under her breath.
***
Jack's boots thudded against the cobblestone streets. It was dark, but he knew exactly where he was going. He turned up one street and walked down another, regretting that he didn't bring any rum along.
He finally reached his destination. He climbed up the few front steps of Christine's home and quietly rapped on the door.
***
Christine had been sitting in the drawing room, alone, when she heard a knock at the door. Who would come calling at this hour? Adjusting her robe and dabbing at her eyes, Christine walked over to the door and pulled it open.
Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she saw who stood there.
"Jack!"
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Well, that's it for the first chapter. REVIEW! So review now...tell me what you thought...REVIEW!
Taters!