A/N: I don't own PotC… only the plotline 'ere.
A tall, dark figure moved ever so gracefully over my way. It was almost a sawy, like that of the sea. As the figure stepped out of the shadows, I could make out more interesting features. The hair was black, coarse-looking, and thick, with a few braids and beads here and there. What shocked me most was his face. His eyes were as dark as brown could get, nearly black. They were glistening with lust, desire, and fredom. His smile was a half grin with a few golden teeth showing through his lusious lips. The man continued to advance on me until he was an arm's length away. He held out his hand for a friendly shake. I accepted the gesture. He suddenly pulled me into a strong embrace. I didn't try to fight him. The air around him was sweet smelling... of rum, cinnamon, cigarette smoke, and the salty sea. I dared to break the silence with a question.
"Hey, don't I know you mister?"
All the man did was cup my face with his coarse but gentle hands. He planted a gentle kiss upon my own lips. His lips were firm and full, but velvety soft. I instantly melted in his arms. I only know of one person that makes me feel like butter in the sun.
"Jack?" I whispered through half lidded eyes.