"The Dreamer""
"I thought I needed fortune
I thought I needed fame
But all I need is to hear you
Whisper my name...."
––Blake Shelton
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Jack lay his First Mate gently on his bed. Her laboured breathing, the shaky rise and fall of her abdomen, was the only movement she made. Were it not for that shallow breath, she could be mistaken for dead. She clung to life by a weathered thread. Every movement, each exhalation, might be her last.
A tear slid down Captain Sparrow's cheek. Who would have thought? The infamous, uncagable, Jack Sparrow could be tamed. And by such a spiteful, violent, hellcat, at that.
He absently brushed an obsidian lock of hair from the too–pale face. The once lively skin was,at the moment, a diluted shade, liken to coffee with too much cream.
His hand lingered at her temple. He was unwilling to let go. As long as she hung on, so would he. He would try, with all his being, to keep her on this world. She couldn't die. Not yet. Not while she didn't know how he felt about her....