Authors note: This is the first in a series of short drabbles which will (hopefully) shape up into a short story. Constructive criticism is always welcome – I have a thick hide, so I'm open to all comments. This is just me practicing a new style of writing. Hope you enjoy, hope you review.
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After a good bout of rum, Jack ponders many things. Remembers moments stolen while time stood still, in the blissful haze of oblivion. Thinks of bright white sand dotted with shells, and the dancing of feet around a fire.
Thinks of her.
Not for long, of course. Captain Jack Sparrow doesn't pine like a love-struck boy with his first sweetheart. It's not in him to do so. Doesn't even think of her most days, with the Pearl and his beloved sea as distraction.
But sometimes, when the waves are high and the sea restless, she flits through his mind. Stubborn chin set and eyes flashing, she screams at him, her hair flying around her in a trail of molten gold.
Jack wishes he knew what she was blabbering about.
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