Neither the lyrics to "Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)" nor Pirates of the Caribbean belong to me.
Brandy wears a
braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A
locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves
She slipped into the back room during a lull in the steady business of the Mermaid and cradled the heart that hung around her neck. She traced the chain that held it, a braided silver chain
"It's the best silver, love." His voice made her skin tingle as she realized what he was giving her, something that cost more than she made in a year.
"I got it in Spain."
that had seen several months of wear-and-tear since he had left. She let her fingers slide back down to the locket itself, solid silver that bore
"See there? I got me name put on it for you."
Her fingers traced the writing she couldn't read.
his name. Her fingers fluttered over the illegible scribble again and again, remembering what he had told her it said.
"It's me name, love."
She inhaled deeply and remembered the timbre of his voice, the beautiful baritone as he read it
"Jack Sparrow."
and she thought about the day he had come into the port.