Watching, and Waiting
Don't own em, never will - but woohoo! I'm getting Pirates Monopoly for my birthday!
Warning
At World's End Credit Spoilers
I watch, and wait. The horizon is wide, and I wonder if I will see him before he see's me. Strange, to think I've waited all my life for this moment, and now that it is here, I am scared. What will he be like? Will he be the man in the stories, or are the stories merely that?
I know more than they think I do. Captain Sparrow has the worst stories, but they are the funniest, always with himself coming out best in the end. Mr. Gibbs tells tall tales, tales that I'm not sure anyone besides himself believe, full of undead pirates, and sea turtles, of all things. I've even met Captain Batbossa a time or two, though I think everyone prefers to see the back of him as he sails away. I find it funny that he and Sparrow still fight over ownership of the Pearl. I've heard that neither has remained her Captain for any longer than a year since the Bretheren last met.
And I piece together the rest from what is not said, what is not alluded to. I can read between the lines as well as any. But still, I'm nervous. My throat feels constricted, and my palms are sweaty, yet still, it is near sunset, on the day I've been told, and I'm watching the horizon. I've been out here at sunset many times, yet I've never seen a green flash. That's the best of Mr. Gibbs' stories - hearing about the giant waterfall at World's End, and having to tip the boat, sorry, ship, to make it back. It's also the first story I stop believing.
Even his story of Sparrow escaping from the 'God-forsaken spit of land' is more believable than that. At least there is such a thing as sea turtles.
To calm my nerves, I start singing softly, the song my mother taught me when I was younger as I skip towards the edge. I may be young still, but I feel older than I am. A strange lady with dots across her nose told me once, when I was walking on the beach without Mother, that I was an old soul, and had a touch of destiny about me. She seemed to think I should have been scared of her, but I believed her. I tried after that day to be more grown up.
The sun is about to set, and I hear footsteps behind me. I don't need to turn to know Mother is coming out of the house. How she always times things right I do not understand, but I do not take my eyes from the horizon. The sudden green flash lights up the sky, and I can't help but smile. Perhaps a little from the stories was true?
By the time we make it to the beach, the ship is moored, The Captain of the ship rows himself to land, and seems to revel in the fact that he can step out of the boat. My mother laughs, and launches herself at him. I can't stop looking, myself. I do finally look away, when they begin to kiss. Yuck, I may feel older than I am, but that's just disgusting!
"Will," my mother says, speaking to the Captain. "This is Billy... our son." The Captain kneels down, and extends his hand. I'm suddenly too nervous to move, or to speak. "Billy... that would be short for 'William' I imagine... no doubt named for your father, eh?" he asks softly, with a smile. I nod, and then suddenly I run the last couple of steps and throw myself at him. The Captain of the Dutchman... my Father.
A/N: Hehe how many people picked that it was the son before the end of the first paragraph:) Can anyone tell me the quote I've used? If you can't there's something serious wrong! Cookie for all reviewers... and an undead monkey for those who get the quote right!
