Captain Jack Sparrow stood, perched onto the rusting, metal rail of his trusty companion: his treasured boat, The Black Pearl. He let his eyes close for a second, before slowly drifting off into an almost comatose-like state. What couldn't have been more than a minute later, he awoke to the sound of a female voice.
"Jack," she spoke, in a hushed, yet feminine, tone. Tilting his head around slowly, he eventually spotted the beholder of the beautiful voice. She was stunning; with an hourglass figure, her sandy brown hair sweeping to the side as it was caressed by the mid-morning wind. He smiled and stepped back towards her. "Hello, Elizabeth."
He held his gaze on Elizabeth, as if burning the visage of her beauty into his eyes. He moved closer and tilted his head to the side, pushing his face against hers. Before they knew it, they were caught in a passionate clinch. She whimpered as he lightly stroked her thighs, slipping his hand underneath her thin blue dress. His hand passed over the delicate curves and arches of her body, causing her to tilt her head back and sigh, as he trailed kisses down her sweet-scented neck.
Then, his eyes opened and he was returned to reality. Once again, he was face to face with her, staring into her dark, round eyes. He had always imagined them as small pools of obsidian. The next few moments were a test of nerve, as the couple's eyes remained set on each other, neither willing to release their gaze. Both man and woman began breathing heavily, until finally Elizabeth stopped and pulled back, stepping back and then spinning around, making her way away from Jack and down into the lower-deck. Jack sighed, and muttered softly, under his breath.
"Almost..."