Dances and Dreams

By: Raven in Red

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Amelia, or Amy as she liked to be called, took cautious steps out towards the cliff. She tied the sash of her simple yellow dress so the skirts wouldn't hang so low over the ground. Slowly but surely, Amy reached out her arms as if she were holding an imaginary dance partner. She began to step. She twirled. She waltzed.

Amy imagined she was holding a handsome man in her arms, waltzing under the moonlight. She heard the many sounds of Tortuga way off in the distance. She had only drunk a single glass of wine that night, so she was not drunk. However, Amy had a wild imagination, and a sense of adventure.

After a few short minutes, Amy thought she felt something brush on her waist, but she closed her eyes and kept waltzing. Then she felt a hand take hold of hers. She opened her eyes and saw a handsome pirate smirking devilishly down at her. His dark brown dreadlocked hair was held back with a red beaded bandana, he had a few gold teeth, and his dark brown eyes were intense. Amy couldn't speak.

"You are a lovely dancer," The man dipped her backwards and leaned down to look into her eyes. Amy smiled and let herself be pulled back up.

"I plan to keep it that way," Amy replied.

He smirked again and led her into a faster dance. He held her waist and twirled her around a lot, and several times, his lips came very close to hers. Amy was enjoying every minute of it. When he dipped her again, she purred seductively, "You must be drunk if you can dance so well," She was swooped back up and led into another series of steps and twirls.

Amy didn't care that she did not know this man. He was handsome, and he was a good dancer. Dancing had been a big part of Amy's life when she was a young girl. She knew every dance and every step and was always the life of a party. One bizarre accident later, she was landed in Tortuga with a broken heart and a broken nose. She had barely scraped by, living on the streets. She waltzed by herself every evening in the moonlight, watching the ships come in and out of the harbor. Amy was a dreamer.

After a while, the two grew tired. Amy was laughing a little and taking short gasps of air.

"Ah," she gasped, "What is your name?" she asked with a smile.

The man took off his black tricorn hat and swept into a deep bow. "I am the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow, darlin'."

Amy smirked a little and sat on a large, smooth rock jutting out over the cliff. She pulled up the hem of her dress until it was gathered around her smooth and pale legs. She patted the rock next to her, gesturing for Jack to sit by her.

Jack obliged and sat down beside her. The two of them talked for hours about almost every last detail about their lives. Somewhere during the conversation, Jack slipped his arms around Amy's waist. By the time they were done talking and Amy looked up, her lips were so close to Jack's that she could taste the rum on his breath. He leaned back far enough to give Amy some air and held out his hand.

"Darling Amy, may I have this last dance?"

Amy was happy to accept. She took his hand eagerly. He pulled her to her feet and placed a tiny kiss on her forehead. Then he took both of her wrists and placed them on his shoulders. His hands were gently holding her waist. Amy clasped her hands together behind Jack's head so they could be closer. Jack began to step very slowly. He stepped forward, back, forward, back, forward, and back. Amy closed her eyes and took calming breaths of the smooth night air. Jack's hands clasped together behind Amy's waist. They were so close that Amy could once again taste the rum on Jack's breath.

Without hesitation, Jack leaned down. Their lips met in one electrifying millisecond. It was a soft kiss. Amy wanted to live in that moment forever.