William Turner's Remembrance of Jack Sparrow

Along a barren sea shore

I walk with the tide

Stealing glances at the pirate

That walks by my side.

His stride's slightly swaying

Though there is no Rum in hand

His husky voice beguiling

Whether on sea or Land

He is always so dirty

In mind and on body

But the way that he smirks

Makes me dream of things so naughty

I know that he's clever

Though he acts like a drunken child

Always able to liven up your day

With just his scallywag self and a smile

He will never remain here

No matter how much I wish it be

So for now I will simply take my pleasures from him

Generally a little more than just friendly company

Tomorrow we'll part

I'll make fun of his hair

He'll tease me my feather

I'll tell him to stick his sword up there

Watery eyed I'll watch from the shore

Standing forlorn as once more he leaves

Always back to his three loves:

His hat, his rum and the sea