A/N: This is dedicated to a certain person who claims I stole their fluff.
Also, thankyou to Shakespeare's sonnets 43 and 116 for inspiring me. Oh,
and I don't own anything etc.
Looking On Tempests
Walking along the deck as I so often do, I gaze over the sea at the horizon so far in the distance, and I think of you.
I don't know why. I think of you gazing back at me, from up there at the wheel, sorrow, perhaps, tugging at your heart. But I know that you aren't looking back, why would you be? Freedom, the sea, that's what you love.
I'm in the navy now, I couldn't resist the ocean, you see, you were right, it is in my blood. Out there on the Pearl I realised just what it was that was making me so...restless on the shore. No, not being a blacksmith, not being without Elizabeth, but denying myself of who I truly am, Jack. What I truly am.
I don't know when it was. It all seems a jumble now, as I look back. Some things have just faded away and others, others stand out with painful clarity.
There's no-one else here tonight. The rest of the crew are in a drunken sleep below deck. So it's just you and me. Wherever you are.
I hope this reaches you somehow. This message. This confession. Perhaps the wind will carry it whispering to your black sails or perhaps you'll hear it murmuring over the ocean one day. I don't know.
All I know is this. Without you I'm falling. Falling away from myself. I didn't notice it when we were together, but once you left. Oh, it was like you had stolen a part of me away. Not just any part, Jack. My heart.
This is harder than I thought. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. It's stupid, I know. That's all right; I don't expect you to say anything in return. I know you could never feel the same way. I just have to say this. I just have to say it.
I love you Captain Jack Sparrow. Not just the love a man has for silver and gold, or the love a man has for his life. Something pure, unaltering, an ever-fixèd mark you left on me. A scar.
I stumble. My hands shake, Jack. What's happening to me? I thought in a few days, weeks maybe, I'd forget. Forget all about you. But then I see that look in your eyes and I know I can't live like this.
I can't see clearly. Is there nothing I can do? Yes. There is one thing.
I know how much you love the sea, Jack. Perhaps if I were a part of that heaving mass, that blue life, you'd love me, too.
I climb over and feel it rush around me. It sucks me under just as you did. I can be with you now. Forever. Loved.
***
The wind whispered through his hair and the waves rumbled against the sides of the ship as Captain Jack Sparrow gazed out over the sea at the distant horizon and sighed.
Looking On Tempests
Walking along the deck as I so often do, I gaze over the sea at the horizon so far in the distance, and I think of you.
I don't know why. I think of you gazing back at me, from up there at the wheel, sorrow, perhaps, tugging at your heart. But I know that you aren't looking back, why would you be? Freedom, the sea, that's what you love.
I'm in the navy now, I couldn't resist the ocean, you see, you were right, it is in my blood. Out there on the Pearl I realised just what it was that was making me so...restless on the shore. No, not being a blacksmith, not being without Elizabeth, but denying myself of who I truly am, Jack. What I truly am.
I don't know when it was. It all seems a jumble now, as I look back. Some things have just faded away and others, others stand out with painful clarity.
There's no-one else here tonight. The rest of the crew are in a drunken sleep below deck. So it's just you and me. Wherever you are.
I hope this reaches you somehow. This message. This confession. Perhaps the wind will carry it whispering to your black sails or perhaps you'll hear it murmuring over the ocean one day. I don't know.
All I know is this. Without you I'm falling. Falling away from myself. I didn't notice it when we were together, but once you left. Oh, it was like you had stolen a part of me away. Not just any part, Jack. My heart.
This is harder than I thought. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. It's stupid, I know. That's all right; I don't expect you to say anything in return. I know you could never feel the same way. I just have to say this. I just have to say it.
I love you Captain Jack Sparrow. Not just the love a man has for silver and gold, or the love a man has for his life. Something pure, unaltering, an ever-fixèd mark you left on me. A scar.
I stumble. My hands shake, Jack. What's happening to me? I thought in a few days, weeks maybe, I'd forget. Forget all about you. But then I see that look in your eyes and I know I can't live like this.
I can't see clearly. Is there nothing I can do? Yes. There is one thing.
I know how much you love the sea, Jack. Perhaps if I were a part of that heaving mass, that blue life, you'd love me, too.
I climb over and feel it rush around me. It sucks me under just as you did. I can be with you now. Forever. Loved.
***
The wind whispered through his hair and the waves rumbled against the sides of the ship as Captain Jack Sparrow gazed out over the sea at the distant horizon and sighed.