Summary: "Blood was always shed upon the seas, dripping crimson into the tropical blue waters." At sunrise, Jack contemplates the sea and its inhabitants. Short one-shot.
Prompt 1: Start your story with "It's a beautiful sunrise."
Prompt 2: Such a beautiful place. Shame about the people though.
A/N: I'm a sucker for writing heavy environmental descriptions this week, aren't I? Also, oh my God, this was so hard to title. Of course Welcome To The Caribbean(, Love) was taken.
Peace, Among Other Things
It was a beautiful sunrise.
The orange-gold highlights of the early sun's light glinted off the crests of the waves, reflecting the colors of the sky. The Caribbean waters lapped gently against the hull of the Black Pearl, showing their favor for the famed ship.
Up on the deck, breathing in the clean, open air, was the vessel's captain. His weathered leather tricorn sat atop his head at an angle, silhouetted by the sun's rays. He smiled contently, his teeth showing themselves to the light. A few golden teeth stood out as said light reflected off of them. His long fingers drummed against the wood of the gunwale.
The sea was such a beautiful place, no matter what time of day. Dawn, sunset, midnight, noon.
Shame about the people though. The same could not be said about them. Cutthroats, navy, all the like. Blood was always shed upon the seas, dripping crimson into the tropical blue waters.
In the distance, the large shape of a majestic whale rose out of the water and flopped over to splash back down with a moan of harmony. It disappeared back below the surface, the water left rippling in its wake.
The man's smile grew a little, for he knew that it was going to be a rather peaceful day. A good alternative to the bloodshed that befell them most days.
No, the people were not the best, but the place was beautiful indeed.