Title: Send Her My Love

Pairings: JS/OC, WT/ES

Overview: The Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow has had interesting acquaintances and activities in the past. This story is of a chain of many events that have gone awry, and come back to haunt him.

Disclaimer: Hiya, don't own squat 'cept for my O/C.

A/N: Comments and constructive criticism welcome. The first chapter is a bit short, I know, however, after this one, they will be longer.


Chapter One: Eternal Horizon

Where Jack is introduced, problem enters stage right, and the author piques the readers attention.


He was leaving. Heading toward the horizon. It wasn't the first time he had done this, but this time it was as if he was running away from something rather than just leaving yet another port. He always seemed to be running, away from land, away from the Navy, and away… from her.

One wouldn't think that a simple female could get the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow up in arms, running off like a scared animal. Jack wouldn't have thought so either. But of all the times he was waiting for that opportune moment, never once had he screwed up as monumentally as he did this time.

Jack Sparrow could take many things. People hating him. That one was easy. People wanting him dead. Also, fairly simple to deal with, as the ones who went after him always ended up someway or another at the bottom of the ocean. Women throwing themselves on him, and wanting to ravish him. That he rather enjoyed. Riddles were fun, albeit annoying on occasion. However, what he was finding hard to take was that he wasn't enough for a woman. That never happened before.

Jack reckoned that this happened because he grew too attached to this one lady, and she was like the others, using it against him. Rather like what dear Lizzie did to save her life. His musings weren't making his life any easier either, because he would go over and over their parting – not him and Lizzie, no, but him and the one woman who touched his life.

She said he infuriated her. She said she never wanted to see him ever again. Yet, she seemed so miserable when he went to leave, that he almost turned to see her one last time. Then he was hit in the head with a broom, and in the confusion was swept away with the tide of the crowd pressing around him. Trust her to take a room in the busiest tavern in Tortuga to hide out.

Standing at the wheel, he willed himself not to look back, to order the ship to turn around so he could talk to her, talk some sense into her. He knew she was just being obstinate, even if she didn't. Reaching into his pocket, he dug out his compass, opening it only to see what he feared, what he wanted with residing behind him. With an aggravated sigh, he shut the offending compass with a snap, shoving it back into his pocket.

Looking out at the eternal horizon stretching before him, squared his shoulders resolutely. This was going to be a long trip to nowhere, so he might as well enjoy it.


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