In front of the fire sat an old man, his dark brown eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. He was completely still except for his slow breathing. The door opened and his head turned, his face lighting up when he saw a girl of about eight run in.
"Here's your soup Grandpa." She handed him a bowl of soup and he took it with his wrinkled hands.
"Thank you, Annie"
Annie sat down on a stool next to him and asked "Can you tell me another story about Captain Jack Sparrow?"
A small smile crossed his face "Well…"
"You promised!" Annie exclaimed.
"I suppose so… I'll tell you about the curse of the Black Pearl." He paused and eyes sparkling, hand gesturing, his soup forgotten,began his tale.