Title: The Letter
Type: One-shot
Rating: PG
Summery: Elizabeth writes a letter to Jack. J/E, angst.
A/N: This is what happens when you give me a notebook, a pencil, and a flamboyant Spanish teacher…
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I see instances of you in her every day. When Emma goes on and on about nothing till I have lost what she is trying to say, I cannot help but smile and remember when you did the same thing. She looks so much like you, too, and even more so as she grows older than she did as a young one. It's uncanny how similar her smile is to yours, minus the flashes of gold, of course.
She met a boy almost a year ago. His name is Jonathon. He reminds me of Will in certain ways, but mostly he reminds me of you. I think that's why she fell for him. He's a fine young man, but I know you would never approve. After all, she is your princess. Fathers never approve of their daughter's love.
Do you remember those tales you used to tell her when she was young, before you would kiss her goodnight? The bits and pieces of your legend that was well-suited for sending a child off into the dream realm? She tells it to him as they walk along the beach. He's fascinated by how fantastical it all is. He's apparently never been on such grand adventures. I credit Emma's flirting skill to you. You're so good with things in that area.
They're a charming couple. I'm worried about losing her, as the sea calls to them both, (though I cannot deny that the same call echoes through me when I remain idle for a certain amount of time). I can't help but wonder if they've slept together yet. Heaven knows those things were on my mind when I was eighteen.
Oh, heavens! She's almost eighteen! The years are fluttering away. I was on the elder side of seventeen when I first encountered you in person. I remember I was so frightened when I fell in love with you. That's what drove me to kill you. I do not enjoy being afraid, but you know that. You know all about me. Throughout the years, you have managed to keep some of your mystery. I suppose that is what keeps me in love with you. I am uncertain at to what keeps you in love with me, however.
I miss the Black Pearl dearly. She was where a lot of firsts for me occurred, mainly centering around your quarters. Oh, how naughty of me, to mention that. You must be so proud of what I have become. Or really, I haven't become anything at all, besides having become less secretive about who I truly am. I have you to thank for that change in character, dear Captain.
There is so much more that I wish to divulge to you, but I cannot force my hand to write if my heart cries out for it to cease. I love you. Emma loves you. We miss you greatly. I bid you adieu, Jack.
Rest in peace.
