Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.
A/N: I probably should've explained this in the first part, but I got a bit excited and posted before I thought about it. These are short vignettes about different characters set after Dead Man's Chest. Each one focuses on a different emotion or quality. I'm not going to come right out and say which character these are about, but I've left hints. I really hope you guys are enjoying it and feel free to leave any comments or helpful criticisms.
Reviewers: Thanks so much to Unikorn and hiding-from-reality for reviewing! You guys rock and thank you so much!
Another dawn.
Dawn is the most peaceful time of day. Tranquility is breathed by the earth and sky. A peaceful sluggishness settles like dust on every surface. It's beautiful, a waltz of color between the clouds.
There was a period in my life when the dawn was my favorite time of the day. It would speak to me, awakening the far corners of my soul. The spirit of adventure would fill my heart, and I could see the many opportunities waiting ahead out in the sparking Caribbean waters. Now the dawn only brought haunting memories of a dishonest mistake.
A kiss is not a sin. It is the reason for the kiss that becomes sinful. Kisses should be sacred, shared only by a man and a woman deeply in love. Without love, a kiss means nothing.
I never meant to enjoy his kiss. The taste of his lips on mine kindled a fire I had never planed on burning. The heat reached every part of my body spreading a new emotion I had never felt before. It was terrifying because I wanted the emotion so badly. Every part of my body cried out for it. Only the clank of chains saved me from another sin.
Guilt is such an ironic thing. It tugs on our conscience causing a deep regret that weighs down on our hearts. It replays the moment over and over again with perfect accuracy. It pushes us away from everyone, holds us back from everyday life because of the dark little secret held within us.
I have no guilt for his murder. It was the only way. He saved us all by staying behind, locked in chains reminiscent of our first meeting almost symbolizing us both.
The only guilt I feel is for the kiss, death's kiss. It took away my naivety, my innocence. I'm now a woman bound to the cover of darkness to hide my sin. Funny how the purity of love causes so much ugliness.
If only for the cover of night….