disclaimer:
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM, IN, OR HAVING ANYTHING TO DO WITH PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN, MY EMPLOYERS THE DISNEY COMPANY HOWEVER, DO. I DO NOT OWN THE FLYING DUTCHMAN, I DO NOT OWN WILL TURNER, I DO NOT OWN THE OCEAN... I THINK YOU GET IT.
prelude:
it's never easy on your own.
So much to worry about, emotions and fears, thoughts and everything else imaginable with no one to turn to. It doesn't always help just because your strong, being strong of mind doesn't keep ones' heart from loving, or even breaking. Some of us learn the hard way, for us it's the only way we can comprehend. For once you've lived this strong, lonesome and painstakingly burdened life, no simple way can make valid, correct sense. And once our hearts have loved and that love is lost, there's no room for more, no matter the circumstances.
There was once a time when the sea was an uncharted map, a great expanse that drew anyone with the fire of life inside them to it. It was more then a place for few to escape on luxury vessels (that lack even the slightest connection to the ocean itself, other then the fact one is afloat upon it) or skim the outskirts with their water sports and plastic boards. It was about charting your life's course, taking risks and adventures, running from any fight you could not win, but winning any fight that you could not run from just because you were alive and had a cause that death, or far worse wouldn't cease one to protect.
Love has always placed highly amongst the inner priorities of men, but many chose to endure the heartbreak for the sea instead. It's pull was too intense and like an addict it could pull you back time and time again.
All those things came and went with the pirates.
Few have cropped up over the years but none coming close to those of legends, those that really shaped our current but not so recent past... and with their demise followed man's love of the sea.
( A/N: this is my very first fan fiction-esque story, please try not to be too brutal : )