Eve looked into the green eyes in near-desperation. Jack looked at Eve.
"Adam."
Suddenly the world spinned, lurched, turned, and rolled. Eve closed her eyes tightly, to no avail. The intense dizziness shook her brains around in her head.
Finally summoning her courage, she opened her eyes. The world spun around her, but slowly she came to an unsteady halt.
First thing she realized: It was dark.
Second: She was on her back.
Eve rolled around like a turtle, then shrieked. There was a body next to her!
After jumping back, she regained herself and examined the body. It was. . . no. . . it couldn't be. . . Jack?
"Jack?" She nudged him delicately. Looking at his clothes, she giggled. His outfit was outrageous. And his hair! His regular dreadlocks were longer, with beads and trinkets woven in here and there. And was he. . . wearing eyeliner?
Not that Jack didn't usually, but this was thick, thick, obvious eyeliner.
Also, his skin was darker, more rugged.
Jack opened his brown eyes. Seeing her, he smiled and pulled her into him. "'Ello, love. I missed ye."
Jack was too lost in reverie to hear the footsteps approaching. But Eve's ears picked up on it as quickly as a rabbit's. She struggled out of Jack's grasp and jumped to her feet, only to realize she was in a dress.
A rather nice dress, too. It was blood red with black lace and a black corset. On her neck she felt the pirate-coin choker. And for some reason, she randomly thought about her eyes.
Why did she suddenly think she had sea-green eyes?
She had no time to contemplate the question, though. The footsteps' owner showed himself over a sand-dune.
Wait, a sand dune?
Since when was she on a beach? Eve looked out. North and south of her was beach. West was water. East was a tropical looking forest.
Where was she?
The man stood, gaping at Eve, who was seemingly gaping at herself.
Suddenly a flood of memories poured into Eve's head. And she wasn't Eve here, not anymore, was she? She was Isabella.
And the man? The man was Adam, in a British Navy Officer's uniform.
Adam Riley. CAPTAIN Adam Riley.
And Jack? He was a captain too. Captain Jack Sparrow.
And herself? She was Isabella Angel Sparrow.
The stars twinkled that night. They didn't have to remember deaths. They didn't have to remember screams. They just had to remember two lovers on the sand and a best friend watching over them.
They just had to remember the truth about Isabella.
"Adam."
Suddenly the world spinned, lurched, turned, and rolled. Eve closed her eyes tightly, to no avail. The intense dizziness shook her brains around in her head.
Finally summoning her courage, she opened her eyes. The world spun around her, but slowly she came to an unsteady halt.
First thing she realized: It was dark.
Second: She was on her back.
Eve rolled around like a turtle, then shrieked. There was a body next to her!
After jumping back, she regained herself and examined the body. It was. . . no. . . it couldn't be. . . Jack?
"Jack?" She nudged him delicately. Looking at his clothes, she giggled. His outfit was outrageous. And his hair! His regular dreadlocks were longer, with beads and trinkets woven in here and there. And was he. . . wearing eyeliner?
Not that Jack didn't usually, but this was thick, thick, obvious eyeliner.
Also, his skin was darker, more rugged.
Jack opened his brown eyes. Seeing her, he smiled and pulled her into him. "'Ello, love. I missed ye."
Jack was too lost in reverie to hear the footsteps approaching. But Eve's ears picked up on it as quickly as a rabbit's. She struggled out of Jack's grasp and jumped to her feet, only to realize she was in a dress.
A rather nice dress, too. It was blood red with black lace and a black corset. On her neck she felt the pirate-coin choker. And for some reason, she randomly thought about her eyes.
Why did she suddenly think she had sea-green eyes?
She had no time to contemplate the question, though. The footsteps' owner showed himself over a sand-dune.
Wait, a sand dune?
Since when was she on a beach? Eve looked out. North and south of her was beach. West was water. East was a tropical looking forest.
Where was she?
The man stood, gaping at Eve, who was seemingly gaping at herself.
Suddenly a flood of memories poured into Eve's head. And she wasn't Eve here, not anymore, was she? She was Isabella.
And the man? The man was Adam, in a British Navy Officer's uniform.
Adam Riley. CAPTAIN Adam Riley.
And Jack? He was a captain too. Captain Jack Sparrow.
And herself? She was Isabella Angel Sparrow.
The stars twinkled that night. They didn't have to remember deaths. They didn't have to remember screams. They just had to remember two lovers on the sand and a best friend watching over them.
They just had to remember the truth about Isabella.