Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. All rights go to respective owners.
A/N — A small poem to commemorate the release of "Dead Men Tell No Tales." Spoilers — obviously.
In The End (We Are More Than Stardust)
Dawn broke and
waves lapped on the shore,
gentle and reassuring.
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Soft hands carefully caressed
a well-worn journal,
proof that everything she had —
even for only one singular shining moment —
had been real and true.
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And perhaps could be again.
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The Dead no longer claimed the sea
or had a hold on her heart.
The ghosts of the past had faded like mist
in the rising light of the day.
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But as she watched her future
blossom with promise before her eyes,
she hesitated ... and had to wonder
if she had lied before.
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That perhaps she actually lived for trouble.
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A pirate's life, well, that
may not be the path for her,
but it was important to remember:
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A captain's daughter
had a reputation to uphold.
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And the stars would tell their own tales.