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A/N: (Hello once again! This is –for all intensive purposes- a sequel. But reading the first fanfic is unnecessary because everything is re-explained in this one so no worries! The first story is called 'Me and Jack, sorry CAPTAIN Jack' just in case anyone desires to read it and leave me a review or two!  Thanks. I really hope you all enjoy this and just as a warning: my first chapters are definitely not my best so if you find this one in any way unsatisfactory please send me a comment as to why and I can already promise they will only get better! (I hope!  ) On my last fanfic (and my first) I only received reviews from my close friends (TheEvilTrafficCone, 16Aqua, and RoonilWazlib42) (And WhyIsAllTheRumGone) so if you could please send reviews every few chapters or so I would feel so much better about my writing. All I really want is peer review. To see what people like and what they don't. And, without further ado (and more of my constant incessant rambling), to the tale! Lotz of luv and thanks for reading! –Writing Fairy-)

(Oh and there's character named 'Demian' it is pronounced like it looks. Dee-me-in) (And Desi sounds like Dez-ee. By the way. Surrey is sir-ee.) (Just to let everyone know!)

Staring At The Sea

My knack for being anywhere I needed to had kinda...dimmed since 'The Lame Ass Quest of The Cursed Aztec Gold' as I had come to call it. It seemed like I never needed to be anywhere anymore. I can definitely say that I was definitely not happy about this.

I shifted uncomfortably in the dress I had to wear to 'present myself to society'. Needless to say, I was not happy about that either. But I was happy I was outside. Just sitting on a fence (which was actually really hard considering the state of my garb) watching the stars. It was a rather chilly night but I didn't mind. I watched the sea, my eyes feverish with my withdrawal. The waves crashed, splashing this way, splashing that way, it was hypnotizing to say the least. I ripped my longing gaze away to look toward the house on the other side of me. My house. My home. I almost shuddered at the thought. Four walls.

I started to slip off the fence and tried to reposition myself but unfortunately the dress I was wearing hindered all forms of torso/waist movement and the skirt rested heavily on my legs making them harder to move than deciphering 'The Lost Language of Captain Jack Sparrow'. Which was sad. But ultimately, of course, I fell.

Sounds rather comical, I know, but it was more pathetic than anything else. I sat on the ground, near tears. This was all just so damn hard.

"I'm a pirate goddammit!" I muttered angrily under my breathe as I yanked myself up using the fence as support, "Not a god damn lady!"

I vividly remembered being at sea with my father. Captain Jack Sparrow. Of course he wasn't my real father, but we'd been together since I was four and considering the fact that I am now twenty four (almost twenty five) that's a pretty long time. It was times like this that I was prone to reminiscing about anything to do with the sea. Including my very first encounter with it...

It was my fourth birthday party when the earth quake started. Maybe that's why I remember it so much, it was such an oddity in England, but anyway, at the time I lived near the docks. Everyone was scared, running, chaotic, and so was I. I saw the boat. I went to the boat. I sat in a crate. I fell asleep. And there I was in the middle of the sea. That simple. Jack was a merchant at the time -if not an honest one- and he found me. Grindall was the captain of the ship at the time, a hard assed cranky old man and he had this to say of my presence, "I guess we'll be having a lady aboard then aye?" Because there were no more orders from England and apparently they were on a 'tight schedule'. But even though Grindall was a total jerk, I'm kinda glad he didn't turn around. If it hadn't worked out that way I never would have had the best twenty years of my life. But to each their own.

"Hello Surrey. Nice night isn't it?" A deep voice called. To me. Yes, I am now Surrey. No longer am I Pirate, Captain Desiree-normally-Desi Sparrow. But Surrey Sparrow-about-to-be-Michaels. Desi is a name very much associated with Captain Jack Sparrow, which of course indicated piracy oh too well. I sighed. Lady Surrey Michaels. Why couldn't Alex's last name been more...more...exciting! I mean, come on! Michaels? What sorta pansy ass name is that! And definitely not a name to fear. Now, Captain Desi Sparrow, that had a ring to it! That was a name to remember! But alas, it wasn't meant to be. Not much is meant to be anymore, is it?

"Oh, yes, quite so Demian." I sighed, leaning against the fence, trying fruitlessly to hold in my longing to get away and rejoin the sea.

"Plenty of stars." He offered, leaning against the fence next to me and looking up at the pitch black sky. Something I normally appreciated. Demian was Alex's closest friend, and probably my favorite. He knew who I really was, which was actually a kind of relief. I could talk to him about being the pirate I used to be, something I daresay was considered rather unlady-like at the time. What a shocker. At first I was a bit worried about anyone but Alex knowing, but Demian soon proved himself a good confidante. I wasn't hanging in the gallows yet anyway.

"Yes. They're beautiful." I murmured, the waves crashing into the shoreline before my gaze. I wasn't looking at the sky. Nor was I talking about the stars.

Demian could tell, "You really miss the sea, don't you?" He asked me softly.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, "More than you could possibly understand." See, I just got along with Demian really well. We were a lot alike. Both sarcastic, both very realistic, and both pretty crazy to boot.

He was quiet for a few moments before saying slowly, carefully, "Alex...-Alex is worried about you."

"He is? Why?" I asked almost nonchalantly. The sea was really starting to pull me now. My feet kept inching forward under the picket fence and I'd have to pull them back before I did some major limbo moves. Something I daresay would kill my already aching back.

"That's why." Demian sighed, sounding almost frustrated. I ripped my gaze away from the expanse of bluish green waters to look at him, "Huh?"

"Nothing seems to peak your interest beyond the sea." Demian told me quietly, "He's worried one day the current is just going to become too strong and you'll just float away." He paused, "He's worried he's going to lose you."

I looked away, a small smirk playing on my lips, "Good to know I'm wanted. But that won't happen." I started to lean into the top of the fence and hissed in air as it stretched out my healing ribs. Damn Interceptor. Four broken ribs, a broken collar bone, and the skin on my back ripped off along with my muscles torn. Not including the less painful lacerations and wood splinters. I had been saving Will when that all had happened. He had stupidly gone below deck to find the eight hundred and eighty third medallion during the middle of the battle against The Black Pearl (then in the possession of Barbosa) and, of course, in all the commotion got trapped. And Barbosa, being the malicious captain he was, just had to blow up the ship. And guess who was left behind to save the idiotic blacksmith. Give ya three guesses...

Demian looked at me concerned. "Are you okay? You've seemed in...physical...pain ever since you arrived." I knew why he said 'physical'. It was easy to tell that I was in a mental anguish over my withdrawal from the sea. Smart man.

"A tale for a brighter day Demian, a tale for a brighter day." I murmured.

Demian didn't push it. He knew better. I'd tell them when I felt like it. We were quiet for a long time. That's another thing I liked about him. He knew when to talk and he knew when to listen. He knew when to be happy, when to be sad, when to be every other emotion in between. He was just a pretty cool guy all around. And really easy to talk to.

Jack used to be too. An easy person to talk to, I mean. He had stopped by once. Only once. And I can't believe how much I missed him. It was nearly pathetic how attached to him I was for those few days. But that hurt. That hurt too much to think about. Another time. It's just another tale for a brighter day...

So close to the sea, but so far away...I couldn't help but think. The sea was right there in front of me, always calling, always taunting...never ceasing... I was like an alcoholic. Like Jack with his rum. But the sea was my drug of favor. There were times that I wondered if it was worse for me than anything else. But it couldn't be, it was too majestic, too picturesque.

I sounded like a damn broken record. This pity party had gone on for far too long. Three months away from the sea and I'm whining like a two year old! I felt so disgusted with myself...but I couldn't help it. The sea...the sea was my real home, no matter what anybody or a piece of paper said.

God help me, I'm getting married in two months! I paled at that very thought. It seemed to randomly pop in my head when I was at my weakest. The sea soon began to roar in my ears. My escape. My reprieve. My chance to get away...

Demian looked closely at my face and I remembered too late that he was oh so good and reading my expressions. A sense which alluded everyone else. Except for him. "I just need to know," He lowered his voice, "Desi, are you alright?"

I thought about that. Was I? I was practically miserable. My love for Alex was strong, sure, but my love for the sea...incomparable. They were two different types of love and it seemed like I couldn't live without one or the other. I needed both. And it was up to Alex to give that to me. He had promised me a ship. The best ship he could find. And I've been waiting, ever so patiently for it. I haven't asked him about it. I haven't nagged him about it. I haven't even casually mentioned it. I'm waiting for him. He knows I love him. I know he loves me. But when you love something you have to let it go. And I'll come back. I always do. But it hurt that he didn't trust me, and maybe...maybe that was why I was being kind of distant. But it hurt. It hurt worse than my body did. It hurt deeper than any wound could ever touch. It made me angry. It made me sad. It just hurt. I sighed and said the only thing I could think of in response to Demian's question that wouldn't have us standing there for days, "No. Not right now." I paused, "But I will be. One day. When I can stop staring at the sea."

A/N: (Thanks for reading everybody! Lotz of luv and the next chapter will be up soon! Laterz, -Writing Fairy-  )