Summary: A vignette in which Will Turner reflects on his "passion".
A/N: Sorry guys I suck at writing summaries so bear with me...Hope you like
it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Will Turner, the Black Pearl, Port Royal or
anything else owned by Disney or umm Jamaica. So basically I don't own
anything. Word.
~~Passions on the Seas~~
'The path was treacherous, but the reward is unfathomable,' the young man reminded himself as he flung his exhausted body over the final rock. Panting heavily, he clumsily situated himself at his usual post overlooking the harbor.
Even though he had been there over a hundred times before, he found himself gawking at the wondrous scene surrounding him. He felt as if he had entered into another world, isolated from the immorality and filth of the town below. He settled against a boulder, watching nature's performance unfold before him. The lush forest embraced the barren cliff with her sweeping arms, longing hopelessly for one straggling cypress, standing in lonely confidence on the far side of the bluff. Its melancholy limbs wept in the breeze for a lover, lost to the ebbing desires of the sea.
'I am much like that tree,' he sighed as his gaze fell to the wrinkled bay below.
The mighty arms of the island hugged the emerald water snugly, like a desperate mother defending her roost. Gulls laughed drunkenly in the distance, returning home after a careless day at sea. The sun kissed the horizon, her rosy fingers painting the sky with nature's magnificent golds, rubies, and diamonds. On the horizon, a black dot crawled over the glittering waters and into the sun.
'It's the 'Pearl',' the young man sighed emotionally, slipping his eyes shut as a light breeze played across his face, releasing dark chocolate locks from their temporary bondage. The sweet, familiar scent of salt and the sea filled his being, reminding him of adventure. Friendship.
Betrayal.
He was intoxicated by it, and his mind impulsively recalled his love, a thought he had unsuccessfully forced from his mind. She was everything to him; a diamond in the rough; a beacon in his dark world; a rose amongst a mass of thorns. While others scorned her, he had worshipped her whole- heartedly. For she had given him something no other could provide: a freedom from the stuffiness of society, and the ability of truly being himself. She had become a part of him.
And she was gone.
Anger and frustration blossomed within him as he recalled the past day's events. She had been taken from him; stolen by one he had called friend. He felt cheated, violated, and for the first time in his life a wave of helplessness washed over his powerful being.
He unlocked his eyes, and, as hot tears trickled down his cheek, he watched his passion slink into the horizon, her ghostly sails billowing in the bittersweet breeze.
~~Passions on the Seas~~
'The path was treacherous, but the reward is unfathomable,' the young man reminded himself as he flung his exhausted body over the final rock. Panting heavily, he clumsily situated himself at his usual post overlooking the harbor.
Even though he had been there over a hundred times before, he found himself gawking at the wondrous scene surrounding him. He felt as if he had entered into another world, isolated from the immorality and filth of the town below. He settled against a boulder, watching nature's performance unfold before him. The lush forest embraced the barren cliff with her sweeping arms, longing hopelessly for one straggling cypress, standing in lonely confidence on the far side of the bluff. Its melancholy limbs wept in the breeze for a lover, lost to the ebbing desires of the sea.
'I am much like that tree,' he sighed as his gaze fell to the wrinkled bay below.
The mighty arms of the island hugged the emerald water snugly, like a desperate mother defending her roost. Gulls laughed drunkenly in the distance, returning home after a careless day at sea. The sun kissed the horizon, her rosy fingers painting the sky with nature's magnificent golds, rubies, and diamonds. On the horizon, a black dot crawled over the glittering waters and into the sun.
'It's the 'Pearl',' the young man sighed emotionally, slipping his eyes shut as a light breeze played across his face, releasing dark chocolate locks from their temporary bondage. The sweet, familiar scent of salt and the sea filled his being, reminding him of adventure. Friendship.
Betrayal.
He was intoxicated by it, and his mind impulsively recalled his love, a thought he had unsuccessfully forced from his mind. She was everything to him; a diamond in the rough; a beacon in his dark world; a rose amongst a mass of thorns. While others scorned her, he had worshipped her whole- heartedly. For she had given him something no other could provide: a freedom from the stuffiness of society, and the ability of truly being himself. She had become a part of him.
And she was gone.
Anger and frustration blossomed within him as he recalled the past day's events. She had been taken from him; stolen by one he had called friend. He felt cheated, violated, and for the first time in his life a wave of helplessness washed over his powerful being.
He unlocked his eyes, and, as hot tears trickled down his cheek, he watched his passion slink into the horizon, her ghostly sails billowing in the bittersweet breeze.