My Freedom
I stand out on the deck of a ship and look out at the sea surrounding me.
The wind blows through my hair,
The sun warms my face
The mist of the sea sprays on my skin
The smell of the sea is all around and salt can be tasted on my lips.
I look around and see the ocean all around and no land is in sight,
And with nothing ahead except unknown waters and adventures.
And it feels so right, like I've found my place in the world.
I have complete freedom. That's what the sea is ... Freedom!
I turn and face the deck once again, the deck of The Black Pearl, my freedom.
The hustle of the crew aboard leaves me standing alone, thinking.
Thinking of those words that James Norrington just spoke.
I tug at the compass as if I am tugging at the strings of my heart.
I open the compass lid, my heart opening with it.
Spinning from my right to left... I glance in the direction of the fateful arrow.
It points to none another than the infamous Captain, Jack Sparrow!
I slam the compass shut!
I refuse to think Jacks what I most. I love William Turner.
He is what I want most in this world.
Isn't it?
I look back at Jack, maybe Jacks what I want most!
Jacks what I want to be like, I want to have that restriction free life.
As I lean on the dark railing, of the ship of Jacks possession,
I realise that my freedom lies within something and someone against my honour.
What I want most in this world,
Captain Jack Sparrow!
My Freedom!