It was a bright sunny day with heat rolling off the sun in continuous waves of light. The sky that held it was fading from an aqua to cornflower blue. The ocean was a crystally clear azure field spanning for miles before it finally touched the sky. I was dripping with sweat and impatience despite the beautiful scenery around me. I was beggining to regret my situation every second gone. After pacing, standing, and sitting I finally broke.

"When is the boat coming?" I whined impatiently on the dock.

"It's actually a ship." my know-it-all best friend Cameron said to me.

"Fine when is the ship getting here?"

"Calm down it still has another five minutes."

"But shouldn't we be able to see it by now?" I sat down in utter defeat and listened to my MP3 player. Cameron came and sat next to me. After a few seconds I could hear her chuckle.

"What's so funny?" My eyebrows jumped my forehead.

"It still mystifies me why you use that ancient thing when you have an actual Ipod."

"FYI, not that I have to explain myself, I'm saving the battery by using my two MP3 players that way I don't have to charge it everyday unlike some people." I flashed her a dirty look.

She started to laugh in that light melodic way that she did only when she ridiculed you. I almost started to get mad all over again but had to join her in the end. I knew it was ridiculous but I liked to be prepared for whatever life throws at me and lately it was tossing a lot of curve balls.

Cameron and I had gone on this cruise to the Caribbean islands because she was sick of me moping around the house. I'd been in a slump for about two months. My ex-fiancee had been screwing my boss for God knows how long. He kicked me out of our apartment to let my boss move in. Two weeks later I was homeless and unemployed and my fiancee was happily married to the love of his life, Gary. Cameron let me move back in with her during this sad and lonely time and made me assistant manager of her interior decorating copany that also handled weddings and parties.

I don't think it was so much the Ben and Jerry's as it was the rum that I'd taken to that made up her mind to take me away. Well whatever it was, she bought the tickets and then told me to pack. So here we are, we'd taken a flight to Havana before hitting the cruise to Jamaica and the ship still wasn't here. I gnawed worriedly at my left finger nails.

"When the ship comes we should complain, big time." I said annoyed

"Oh come on-- " but Cami never finished.

In that moment a green light lit up the sky. My eyes grew wide and my heart almost stopped. Cami turned to look at me and we shared a knowing look before both our gazes locked on the horizon. Rapidly a black spot aproched us. I stood slowly unable to speak and unblinkingly stared at the spot that continued to grow before us.

"Scarlet do you think it's really--" Cami whispered.

I cut her off. "Shhhhhh don't jinx this moment."

We stood speachless for the next twenty minutes, paralyzed at what we saw. A large black ship with black sails came sailing to the dock. It's figurehead wasa woman holding a bird in her outstretched hand. The Black Pearl.

My heart was leaping out of my chest and my soul was soaring far above Earth. From the haze in Cameron's eyes she felt the same if not stronger. In five minutes the boat would be docked and the crew would be getting off. My mind reeled with the possibilities of just for a split second seeing him. I blinked and rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't hallucinating one last time before allowing myself to feel the uphoria of what was happening to Cami and me.