Yay! my first story!
"I Feel"
Void, they were void at first glance. But if one did a double take, you could see the great depth they held and you would feel as if you would give your life and perhaps commit a multitude of deadly sins to know the mystery they held. They were the lightest possible shade of grey there could be without turning into white. Staring into them was like looking down on a frozen lake in the middle of winter, you knew that there was water and fish beneath the surface, but to see them you would have to wait out the long months ahead for spring, or get out a pick axe and break the ice. Patience or hard work. They were framed by thick bristly brown lashes, and shadowed by her long light brown hair. She had a face as pale and as striking as a full moon in a black sky. Her expression expressed nothing but an indifference that was almost too painful to look at.
Almost.
Back then, he was already so apathetic to everything that he could only look at her with curiosity. He knows that once the curse is lifted he will go to her. And at last will he be able to feel again the smoothness of her skin, feel the softness of her hair, feel the gentleness of her slender hands in his. He thinks about her every day. He began think that she must have stopped waiting, found someone else.
I tried to replace her, he admits shamefully to himself. And with someone who isn't remotely like her. Well, except her courage. They both could scare a shark into submission. He chuckles to himself.
He remembers now that she would never stop waiting. It had been seven years now. He tries to remember what she said on their last night, in the small tavern room upstairs, but he can't recall just now. So, he puts it aside for later. He must focus on the task at hand.
"So what now, Jack Sparrow? Are we to be two immortals locked in an epic battle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound?"
"Or you could surrender." His former captain shoots back. He lets out a growl and continues. Parry, thrust, advance, parry, thrust, advance, and parry once again. It continues on and on and all that can be heard is the clash of blade against blade. All the memories of her come flooding back to him now, keeping him going. Giving him a reason. A light at the end of a tunnel. But suddenly, a shot rings out in the cave. And it comes not from his pistol. He smirks now.
"For ten years, ye be carryin' that pistol, and ye waste yer shot." He laughs. Just the image of her face keeps him steady. Confidant.
"He didn't waste it!" the boy calls behind him.
He turns around and watches with agony the last piece of Aztec gold, smeared with blood, fall into the open stone chest.
He rips open his shirt and sees his own blood. He staggers back now, eyes wide open in disbelief.
He remembers now what she said when they parted,
"I'll wait forever, Hector. Forever. If that's how long you'll be, then I'll wait forever. Not even God himself could move me from this place. It's because I love you. It's because now, for the first time since I left home…I feel"
"'I feel'" he remembers, he says it out loud. A look of confusion crosses his face, "…cold"
