James sat in his rather large estate. He sat, recounting events that had long passed. He sat, alone. Alone, tired and quiet. As was the story of his life as of late. He picked up a letter from his desk and read it, the ink fading as the seconds passed and memories resurfaced. The letter was of his own handwriting in the beginning and another's reply at the bottom.
He read the words he had written, each word stinging as he did so, "I will not see you again for I can not bare to be the cause of your death, nor any other demise. Please understand that if you are to return to Port Royale or be found with a naval officer you are to be shot on the spot. Jack, you know I would give all that I have left of me to make it untrue, but alas I can not. I will think of you always and love you even longer. Yours Forevermore, James."
The other had written back, only James had not received it until the others untimely demise. James got up, going to the wall cabinet and pulled out a green tinted bottle, carrying it back to his seat. He opened it, the smell of rum wafting to his nose. The smell of Jack invading his mind. He sat back, recounting the reasons why Jack was gone.
It had been three months since James had sent the letter out and he stood on duty at the fort anxiously awaiting its reply. But, the postman came and left as he did everyday for the past three months without any reply. James sighed, removing his hat and wig, his shift was over and he returned to his office.
Upon entering his office James sat in the chair by the window and propped his feet up on the oak sill. He looked out, seeing the docks and the sea. He longed to be out on the sea again, pursuing Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew of miscreants. James squinted spotting something out of the ordinary drifting along the waters. He stood heading outside to the docks.
James stood, squinting, "A dinghy?" He spoke to himself, "What on earth is that person doing. They're out of their heads." He paused, "Out of their heads?" Jack.
His cheeks flustered and his heart rate quickened as the thought of the pirate invaded his privacy. James adjusted his voice and willed his cheeks back to their paler, more natural color. The dinghy approached the dock James was on and then James began to get scared. What if someone saw Jack? He had to hide Jack from everyone.
James quickly walked Jack to his office, avoiding everyone he could. He shut the door behind him, "Jack, have you lost your head? I told you if anyone saw you here you'd be dead!"
Jack smiled, exposing a few mismatched golden teeth, "It's worth the risk just to see ye once more."
James' heart fluttered and he pecked Jack on the cheek, "We've got to get you out of here."
Jack frowned, "I'm not leaving without you."
James looked to the floor and then to Jack, "If you leave now, I promise I will come after you in a days time."
"No. I mean wha' I said and I said I'm not going to be leaving without ye'. Now are ye' coming or am I going to 'ave to announce that I'm here and receive my short drop and sudden stop you've been promising all this time?"
"No, no." James paused thinking, "How did you get here?"
Jack smirked, "I walked."
James frowned, "The Pearl, I'm assuming."
"'O Course." He twisted his lips into a smile, "I know 'ow to get off 'o 'ere. Did it with young William."
James reached over, grabbing his wig and hat. He placed it on Jack, attempting to hide Jack's dreadlocks, "Camouflage." He gave off a weak smile.
Jack smiled, "Follow me." He headed over to the beach where a few dinghies lay upturned. With James' help he flipped it over and began the walk under the ocean.
"This is-"
Jack interrupted him, "either brilliance or madness, yes I know."
James furrowed his brows and trudged on behind him.
"Almost there Jamie."
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James sighed, pinching the brow of his nose. He got up, opening the windows, inhaling the scent of the ocean. The scent of Jack. He sat back down, alone, tired, and quiet.
James had sat there all night, recounting everything that was. A soft knock sounded at the door and he got up, answering it. He smiled upon seeing the face on the other side.
"Come in." He noted it was raining before closing the door behind his visitor.
He read the words he had written, each word stinging as he did so, "I will not see you again for I can not bare to be the cause of your death, nor any other demise. Please understand that if you are to return to Port Royale or be found with a naval officer you are to be shot on the spot. Jack, you know I would give all that I have left of me to make it untrue, but alas I can not. I will think of you always and love you even longer. Yours Forevermore, James."
The other had written back, only James had not received it until the others untimely demise. James got up, going to the wall cabinet and pulled out a green tinted bottle, carrying it back to his seat. He opened it, the smell of rum wafting to his nose. The smell of Jack invading his mind. He sat back, recounting the reasons why Jack was gone.
It had been three months since James had sent the letter out and he stood on duty at the fort anxiously awaiting its reply. But, the postman came and left as he did everyday for the past three months without any reply. James sighed, removing his hat and wig, his shift was over and he returned to his office.
Upon entering his office James sat in the chair by the window and propped his feet up on the oak sill. He looked out, seeing the docks and the sea. He longed to be out on the sea again, pursuing Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew of miscreants. James squinted spotting something out of the ordinary drifting along the waters. He stood heading outside to the docks.
James stood, squinting, "A dinghy?" He spoke to himself, "What on earth is that person doing. They're out of their heads." He paused, "Out of their heads?" Jack.
His cheeks flustered and his heart rate quickened as the thought of the pirate invaded his privacy. James adjusted his voice and willed his cheeks back to their paler, more natural color. The dinghy approached the dock James was on and then James began to get scared. What if someone saw Jack? He had to hide Jack from everyone.
James quickly walked Jack to his office, avoiding everyone he could. He shut the door behind him, "Jack, have you lost your head? I told you if anyone saw you here you'd be dead!"
Jack smiled, exposing a few mismatched golden teeth, "It's worth the risk just to see ye once more."
James' heart fluttered and he pecked Jack on the cheek, "We've got to get you out of here."
Jack frowned, "I'm not leaving without you."
James looked to the floor and then to Jack, "If you leave now, I promise I will come after you in a days time."
"No. I mean wha' I said and I said I'm not going to be leaving without ye'. Now are ye' coming or am I going to 'ave to announce that I'm here and receive my short drop and sudden stop you've been promising all this time?"
"No, no." James paused thinking, "How did you get here?"
Jack smirked, "I walked."
James frowned, "The Pearl, I'm assuming."
"'O Course." He twisted his lips into a smile, "I know 'ow to get off 'o 'ere. Did it with young William."
James reached over, grabbing his wig and hat. He placed it on Jack, attempting to hide Jack's dreadlocks, "Camouflage." He gave off a weak smile.
Jack smiled, "Follow me." He headed over to the beach where a few dinghies lay upturned. With James' help he flipped it over and began the walk under the ocean.
"This is-"
Jack interrupted him, "either brilliance or madness, yes I know."
James furrowed his brows and trudged on behind him.
"Almost there Jamie."
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James sighed, pinching the brow of his nose. He got up, opening the windows, inhaling the scent of the ocean. The scent of Jack. He sat back down, alone, tired, and quiet.
James had sat there all night, recounting everything that was. A soft knock sounded at the door and he got up, answering it. He smiled upon seeing the face on the other side.
"Come in." He noted it was raining before closing the door behind his visitor.
