~~Disclaimer: I own nothing of POTC. But a girl can dream~~
The tempest tossed skies loomed darkly over a chaotic sea. A small double- masted boat danced merrily atop the swelling sea like a rubber duck floating in a bath. The wind that would normally toss playful sprays of sea into the faces of an eager crew now slapped at them, angry and bitter. The sun was gone, and left the world below gray, and desolate, empty. A young man stood on the prow of the small vessel, not alone, as there were other people around him, but inside it didn't matter. He could have been standing in a crowd of a thousand and still feel alone. His heart felt like the bleak world that surrounded him. Tears stung his eyes, not because of his loss, he told himself, but because of this angry wind that shot into his eyes. His short dark blonde hair was being tossed around, and his skin stung with the onslaught of the harsh salt spray. But these things he barley felt, his emotional pain was beyond any other physical pain that he could have ever endured. The thing was that he couldn't let himself acknowledge these feelings of loss and sorrow, or at the very least not let anyone else catch wind of them. Feelings made you weak and vulnerable. Unfortunately he found that out the hard way. They say that blood is thicker than water. If the sea left, leaving behind a world devoid of its wonders and gifts and freedom, would it hurt him so much as this mans passing? Would the ocean betray him like the living flesh of his own body, corrupted and decomposed by time, creating bonds of love and friendship, only to have then ripped apart when bodies could no longer stand the test of time. The pangs of loss and abandonment tore at the walls of his soul. His silent reverie was interrupted by the raspy voice of the crew's first mate. " Poseidon must be angry," the man said as he surveyed the tossing sea. " He was a good man, Jack. He died doing the very thing that he loved, the only thing he was ever meant to do" He said again, placing a tough calloused hand on the young mans shoulder. "The sea and the sky mourn him as we all do. But it is the way of life. I know that, you know that. It is time to move on. We have given back to the sea what She had only but let us borrow". Jack slowly nodded and older man gave his shoulder a caring squeeze and walked away, knowing that boy must need his privacy. Jack turned his gaze back to the thin line where the ocean met the sky. Surely there couldn't be anything left for him in this world. Okay, there was the ship, but the crew would do fine with out him, he really was of no significant use. He dismissed talk of him becoming captain from anyone who would dare utter the thought, and, to his surprise, he had to threaten almost every man aboard the ship, because they all seemed to share the same wild belief that his father's shoes could be so quickly filled. No, his father was a great man, a man with no rival, no equal, he would not hear of any talk to replace him, even if it was with his only child, Jack. So it was final, ' The next half-decent port we come to, I'm getting off this god forsaken piece of wood' and with that the young man turned around to inform the crew, but he was met with a sight of great commotion. "What is the meaning of this?" " Jack, there is someone in the water!" Jack walked to the railing and peered into the water, sure enough, floating a few yards away from the ship was a lifeless looking body clinging to a few pieces of rotted wood. After looking around at the crew, noting that no one seemed too eager to jump in and safe who ever that may be, Jack stripped down to his breeches and dove into the cold salty sea. The crew hauled them both back onto the deck and Jack slowly placed the body down and kneeled beside it to get a better look at his rescuee. He gingerly pushed matted brown hair out of the woman's face, he was certain it was a woman due to the fact that the tatters of her wet dress clung to very ample and womanly curves. The peacefulness and beauty of the unconscious body struck him. ' Perhaps there is reason for me to stick around'
The tempest tossed skies loomed darkly over a chaotic sea. A small double- masted boat danced merrily atop the swelling sea like a rubber duck floating in a bath. The wind that would normally toss playful sprays of sea into the faces of an eager crew now slapped at them, angry and bitter. The sun was gone, and left the world below gray, and desolate, empty. A young man stood on the prow of the small vessel, not alone, as there were other people around him, but inside it didn't matter. He could have been standing in a crowd of a thousand and still feel alone. His heart felt like the bleak world that surrounded him. Tears stung his eyes, not because of his loss, he told himself, but because of this angry wind that shot into his eyes. His short dark blonde hair was being tossed around, and his skin stung with the onslaught of the harsh salt spray. But these things he barley felt, his emotional pain was beyond any other physical pain that he could have ever endured. The thing was that he couldn't let himself acknowledge these feelings of loss and sorrow, or at the very least not let anyone else catch wind of them. Feelings made you weak and vulnerable. Unfortunately he found that out the hard way. They say that blood is thicker than water. If the sea left, leaving behind a world devoid of its wonders and gifts and freedom, would it hurt him so much as this mans passing? Would the ocean betray him like the living flesh of his own body, corrupted and decomposed by time, creating bonds of love and friendship, only to have then ripped apart when bodies could no longer stand the test of time. The pangs of loss and abandonment tore at the walls of his soul. His silent reverie was interrupted by the raspy voice of the crew's first mate. " Poseidon must be angry," the man said as he surveyed the tossing sea. " He was a good man, Jack. He died doing the very thing that he loved, the only thing he was ever meant to do" He said again, placing a tough calloused hand on the young mans shoulder. "The sea and the sky mourn him as we all do. But it is the way of life. I know that, you know that. It is time to move on. We have given back to the sea what She had only but let us borrow". Jack slowly nodded and older man gave his shoulder a caring squeeze and walked away, knowing that boy must need his privacy. Jack turned his gaze back to the thin line where the ocean met the sky. Surely there couldn't be anything left for him in this world. Okay, there was the ship, but the crew would do fine with out him, he really was of no significant use. He dismissed talk of him becoming captain from anyone who would dare utter the thought, and, to his surprise, he had to threaten almost every man aboard the ship, because they all seemed to share the same wild belief that his father's shoes could be so quickly filled. No, his father was a great man, a man with no rival, no equal, he would not hear of any talk to replace him, even if it was with his only child, Jack. So it was final, ' The next half-decent port we come to, I'm getting off this god forsaken piece of wood' and with that the young man turned around to inform the crew, but he was met with a sight of great commotion. "What is the meaning of this?" " Jack, there is someone in the water!" Jack walked to the railing and peered into the water, sure enough, floating a few yards away from the ship was a lifeless looking body clinging to a few pieces of rotted wood. After looking around at the crew, noting that no one seemed too eager to jump in and safe who ever that may be, Jack stripped down to his breeches and dove into the cold salty sea. The crew hauled them both back onto the deck and Jack slowly placed the body down and kneeled beside it to get a better look at his rescuee. He gingerly pushed matted brown hair out of the woman's face, he was certain it was a woman due to the fact that the tatters of her wet dress clung to very ample and womanly curves. The peacefulness and beauty of the unconscious body struck him. ' Perhaps there is reason for me to stick around'