So I went and saw the new Pirates of the Caribbean and adored it, so this is what came of it. Okay, not really this but this is a preview (sort of) of what I want to do. I hope you all enjoy! And leave some feedback on if you think something should actually come of this.


But for now we stay so far
'Til our lonely limbs collide
I can't keep you in these arms
So I keep you in my mind

- You and I, Pvris


He's pretty sure he's drunk (he knows he's drunk) but it feels so real.

Lonely limbs crawl his body igniting fire where he finds chiffon lace and tan skin. Spilt alcohol titters down his arms where lips once ventured and he's so happy no one can see his tears because they flow like the salt between the waves.

He's gone mad.

Perhaps its the heat, perhaps its the days against the waves and the stench of the men but he's sure somewhere down the line he went mad because she can't be there dancing along the boardwalk she can't.

Skirts of satin and rough scratch against the wood, jeweled hands tied into the fabric to make it twirl around her branching waist.

How can it be that she still retains that youth?

Dark eyes wave at him, draw his staggering legs in and he knows he hears Gibbs but good heavens does he not hear her? A sirens call pales in the darkness that is her, lilting and teasing, always so close to his finger tips ( - almost there! ) but he never makes it.

"How are you here?" He can't fathom how she got here, the edge of his own personal Hell. Drunk and poor, pirates on the brink of extinction and here she is - laughing and mocking him!

He growls and hurls the bottle at her (where did that come from?) but it crests and moves around her into the water, bobbing along without a care.

He hates her.

"Left without a clue," he hiccupped, wobbling closer to the boards, but she was still just out of reach. "That's my trick!"

He swings at her - first time he would ever hit a woman - and goes tumbling towards her, eyes wide, the night sky suddenly moving so far away before water chokes him. He blinks against the salt, drifting beneath the current, ready for it to take him away as bubbles curl around his lips. His eyes lazily move, watching as her hair floats around her face, her smile, her skirts. Her arms are outstretched through the cold darkness, her lips moving but only bubbles cascade and warp into his vision

He's wrapped so tight, gasping for air as he's thrown upon the sand, Gibbs above him, calling his name.

But she's gone.

And so is Captain Jack Sparrow.