Call Me Captain
Part Two: With Each Night
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
A/N: I'll be adding a true, ending author's note after the epilogue.
Now, for the last installment in the Call Me Captain story! Please review!
~@~
"I should be going," Elizabeth whispered, tears in her eyes again. She spared a glance at the drifting commander's ship that loomed in the distance. She looked desperately at him and clutched his hand harder. "I want to stay here on the Pearl." A single tear cascaded down from its perch and began to slither its way across her porcelain skin.
With his other hand, he reached out and with his thumb, wiped the tear away. "No tears, love. You've got to go back. For now. Your father would find it most regrettable to retrieve his daughter from a deserted island only to lose her days later to a pirate's ship."
"Come with us!"
"And get hung for the Commodore's birthday party? I think not."
"I wish I had no thoughts at all. I wish I could forget them, forget home, and only know you." She spoke under her breath.
"Consciences are terrible things, love," he laughed softly. "But there is no need to worry. Stop at Tortuga, first. Then I'll find a way back to Port Royal."
"But you'll be caught."
"Never. Never is never forever and tomorrow is the everlasting ever, love. They'll always be a tomorrow. "
"How can you say that? How do you know this isn't goodbye? How can you be so sure that with that dawn, a dark night won't follow? How do you know that I won't lose you?"
"Because, I listen to a different voice. My mind is always the soft murmur in the background," he smiled again, bringing their linked hand up to his chest and against his beating heart.
He paused to look out over the sea and into peaking sun, his eyes viciously contemplating the smothering caress of daybreak and the soft blanket of blue sky that radiated the unending warmth. He spoke as he looked away; looking to the only home he had ever known.
"There is something you need to know about Sparrows. The birds fly into the sunlight, always pursuing a lost horizon; flitting from tree branch to tree branch. Nothing can satisfy their thirst for movement, for the feel of the adventurous wind. But those are the Sparrows that follow only lost dreams; furtive hopes. A Sparrow with a single sun as a guide always knows the way. Despite the wind, despite the clouds gathering in the sky, and despite the seasons changing, they follow that one sun. It is in their blood, pumping hope and ardor into every fiber of their being. Those are the Sparrows who have glanced upon a beauty who's charm has undone the past and presented a future. By the sight of a Swan a sun sets and rises solely for the purpose of that Sparrow's flight, giving the Sparrow a dawn to pursue. He cannot live without it."
He stopped and slipped his hand from hers, tearing his eyes away from the ocean's gentle and genial picturesque landscape. She was looking at him with startled eyes, the words he had just spoken slowly seeping to her heart.
He took a lock of his woven, dark hair between his fingers and pulled a feather from an end, amidst the clinking beads of voyages past.
He took Elizabeth's hand and opened it up.
"Always look to the dawn for a Sparrow in search of his Swan," he proclaimed, resting the feather between her fingers.
"Sparrow's feather," she whispered, feeling the softness of it between her fingers.
"Aye, the feather of a Sparrow who has found that one horizon," he whispered, caressing her cheek with his fingers and savoring the touch of her skin.
She looked at him with watery eyes and sniffled.
"One more thing, love," he said, fishing into his pocket. He withdrew a thin cord. He took a gold and unadorned ring from his finger and slid it onto the cord. It caught a ray of sunlight and burst with a shimmer. The simplicity of the ring was overshadowed by the brilliant color that burned with the sun's touch. Elizabeth couldn't help but gasp as the implication of the ring broke through her senses.
"The only thing in life I didn't steal," he whispered as he ran his fingers over the ring carefully and reverently. "If you will, I mean?"
Elizabeth looked at the ring with wide eyes and more tears fell unabashedly from her shining eyes and she nodded weakly.
"For the only sunrise and sunset in my life," he proclaimed, as he slipped the necklace around her neck. She gingerly touched the ring between her fingers. It was surprisingly light for its grand appearance. It was still warm from Jack's finger.
"Yes, oh yes. Oh, Jack, its beautiful," she said. She laughed suddenly through her tears and kissed Jack squarely upon the lips. Her hands trembled.
"It was my mother's. Only thing I knew of her. Had this ring for as long as I can remember," he said with a slight blush. Elizabeth looked at him questioningly and no doubt she was surprised by the mention of his mother, something he had never even alluded to.
"Another story for another time," he interrupted her thoughts.
"And in exchange I'll tell you the story of my brilliant rescue of your scurvy crew," she laughed as tears still ran down her unblemished and soft cheek. His eyes brightened and he shot her a crooked smile that matched his arching eyebrows.
"You're such a good storyteller, Ms. Swann. I'll look forward to it," he replied with a reminiscent air.
She promptly placed a finger against his lips to silence him.
"Call me Mrs. Sparrow," she said in a bashful voice, her cheeks catching a ruby hue. He nodded and grinned with exuberance before enwrapping her in his arms again.
"A promise," Jack said, holding his hand in hers, "a promise that soon we can sail into that horizon together."
"A promise," Elizabeth whispered. "I promise, Jack."
"As do I, Elizabeth. Or should I be calling you captain?" He asked with a mischievous grin and a flicker of light behind his eyes.
She thought about this carefully.
"You be the captain and I'll be the 'love'. I rather like that," she said in a sing-song voice.
"Alright, love," he said before kissing her once again with last burst of passion. The separating of ways burned through their lips and they softly tasted on another for the last time before parting.
"I love you, Elizabeth."
"More than you'll ever know, Jack. You've set me free, captain" she whispered and kissed his cheek one final time.
It took a call from Will and a reappearance from Anna to get the two to part once again. The sun was now lazily floating into the azure sky and the sea was settled into an early morning peace. No clouds obscured the bright heavens and the luminous rays kissed the water and caressed the waves.
A gentle eastern wind filled the air with a cool breath of the horizon and lifted the sound of the waves high into the air. Nothing disturbed the tranquillity of the passing morning.
Tears were shed. Kisses exchanged. Though memories burned brighter than any remorseful parting could dampen. The power of words, the beauty of silence, the gentleness of a kiss, and the warmth of an embrace filled the morning with a soft echo of love, resounding from heart to heart.
Memories of stories told; memories of moments experienced. The world revolves around these delights and throes of reminiscent thought just as the dawning of each new day depends on the setting of a night.
Without a night, the dawn could not break. Without a sun, the stars could not blaze. Each dark hour must be lived with the knowledge that a new day would come; a new light to guide. A midnight's cloak was speckled with starlight and an afternoon cerulean sky was lit with a grand orb of ancient day. A sun's death gave birth to the moon and the moon birth to the stars. The stars were the nurturers of night and the night the mother of dawn.
Memories reminded, though the future alights a desire that cannot be fulfilled until that final light is obtained.
The Black Pearl sped into the horizon . Memory told of past promises.
Today told of flight.
Tomorrow tells of lovers reunited
and Freedom's light glows ever on.
Through each setting night,
those indifferent hours of ebony light,
a humble blaze appears all so right.
The moon that sneaks through the trees,
and washes the depth of waves,
sheds light upon the drifting seas.
Just as the stars that perch in the midnight,
give guidance to those at flight.
Night must pass,
a new dawn to bring those dreams of the sleeping world
to a morning's validity.
With each sunrise,
and each sunset,
another day passes.
With each sunrise,
and each sunset,
a Sparrow pursues the unwavering horizon,
flying swiftly through the fervent light,
with a lover's dream behind each coming night.
Always look to the dawn for a Sparrow in search of a Swann.
~@~
Comments/Critiques would be greatly appreciated. What did you think of the story as a whole? The endings? The characters? The romance? The humor? The ending poem? Anything.. please? Input is the way a writer learns to grow.
Epilogue coming up next!
Thank you so much for all your reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
A/N: I'll be adding a true, ending author's note after the epilogue.
Now, for the last installment in the Call Me Captain story! Please review!
~@~
"I should be going," Elizabeth whispered, tears in her eyes again. She spared a glance at the drifting commander's ship that loomed in the distance. She looked desperately at him and clutched his hand harder. "I want to stay here on the Pearl." A single tear cascaded down from its perch and began to slither its way across her porcelain skin.
With his other hand, he reached out and with his thumb, wiped the tear away. "No tears, love. You've got to go back. For now. Your father would find it most regrettable to retrieve his daughter from a deserted island only to lose her days later to a pirate's ship."
"Come with us!"
"And get hung for the Commodore's birthday party? I think not."
"I wish I had no thoughts at all. I wish I could forget them, forget home, and only know you." She spoke under her breath.
"Consciences are terrible things, love," he laughed softly. "But there is no need to worry. Stop at Tortuga, first. Then I'll find a way back to Port Royal."
"But you'll be caught."
"Never. Never is never forever and tomorrow is the everlasting ever, love. They'll always be a tomorrow. "
"How can you say that? How do you know this isn't goodbye? How can you be so sure that with that dawn, a dark night won't follow? How do you know that I won't lose you?"
"Because, I listen to a different voice. My mind is always the soft murmur in the background," he smiled again, bringing their linked hand up to his chest and against his beating heart.
He paused to look out over the sea and into peaking sun, his eyes viciously contemplating the smothering caress of daybreak and the soft blanket of blue sky that radiated the unending warmth. He spoke as he looked away; looking to the only home he had ever known.
"There is something you need to know about Sparrows. The birds fly into the sunlight, always pursuing a lost horizon; flitting from tree branch to tree branch. Nothing can satisfy their thirst for movement, for the feel of the adventurous wind. But those are the Sparrows that follow only lost dreams; furtive hopes. A Sparrow with a single sun as a guide always knows the way. Despite the wind, despite the clouds gathering in the sky, and despite the seasons changing, they follow that one sun. It is in their blood, pumping hope and ardor into every fiber of their being. Those are the Sparrows who have glanced upon a beauty who's charm has undone the past and presented a future. By the sight of a Swan a sun sets and rises solely for the purpose of that Sparrow's flight, giving the Sparrow a dawn to pursue. He cannot live without it."
He stopped and slipped his hand from hers, tearing his eyes away from the ocean's gentle and genial picturesque landscape. She was looking at him with startled eyes, the words he had just spoken slowly seeping to her heart.
He took a lock of his woven, dark hair between his fingers and pulled a feather from an end, amidst the clinking beads of voyages past.
He took Elizabeth's hand and opened it up.
"Always look to the dawn for a Sparrow in search of his Swan," he proclaimed, resting the feather between her fingers.
"Sparrow's feather," she whispered, feeling the softness of it between her fingers.
"Aye, the feather of a Sparrow who has found that one horizon," he whispered, caressing her cheek with his fingers and savoring the touch of her skin.
She looked at him with watery eyes and sniffled.
"One more thing, love," he said, fishing into his pocket. He withdrew a thin cord. He took a gold and unadorned ring from his finger and slid it onto the cord. It caught a ray of sunlight and burst with a shimmer. The simplicity of the ring was overshadowed by the brilliant color that burned with the sun's touch. Elizabeth couldn't help but gasp as the implication of the ring broke through her senses.
"The only thing in life I didn't steal," he whispered as he ran his fingers over the ring carefully and reverently. "If you will, I mean?"
Elizabeth looked at the ring with wide eyes and more tears fell unabashedly from her shining eyes and she nodded weakly.
"For the only sunrise and sunset in my life," he proclaimed, as he slipped the necklace around her neck. She gingerly touched the ring between her fingers. It was surprisingly light for its grand appearance. It was still warm from Jack's finger.
"Yes, oh yes. Oh, Jack, its beautiful," she said. She laughed suddenly through her tears and kissed Jack squarely upon the lips. Her hands trembled.
"It was my mother's. Only thing I knew of her. Had this ring for as long as I can remember," he said with a slight blush. Elizabeth looked at him questioningly and no doubt she was surprised by the mention of his mother, something he had never even alluded to.
"Another story for another time," he interrupted her thoughts.
"And in exchange I'll tell you the story of my brilliant rescue of your scurvy crew," she laughed as tears still ran down her unblemished and soft cheek. His eyes brightened and he shot her a crooked smile that matched his arching eyebrows.
"You're such a good storyteller, Ms. Swann. I'll look forward to it," he replied with a reminiscent air.
She promptly placed a finger against his lips to silence him.
"Call me Mrs. Sparrow," she said in a bashful voice, her cheeks catching a ruby hue. He nodded and grinned with exuberance before enwrapping her in his arms again.
"A promise," Jack said, holding his hand in hers, "a promise that soon we can sail into that horizon together."
"A promise," Elizabeth whispered. "I promise, Jack."
"As do I, Elizabeth. Or should I be calling you captain?" He asked with a mischievous grin and a flicker of light behind his eyes.
She thought about this carefully.
"You be the captain and I'll be the 'love'. I rather like that," she said in a sing-song voice.
"Alright, love," he said before kissing her once again with last burst of passion. The separating of ways burned through their lips and they softly tasted on another for the last time before parting.
"I love you, Elizabeth."
"More than you'll ever know, Jack. You've set me free, captain" she whispered and kissed his cheek one final time.
It took a call from Will and a reappearance from Anna to get the two to part once again. The sun was now lazily floating into the azure sky and the sea was settled into an early morning peace. No clouds obscured the bright heavens and the luminous rays kissed the water and caressed the waves.
A gentle eastern wind filled the air with a cool breath of the horizon and lifted the sound of the waves high into the air. Nothing disturbed the tranquillity of the passing morning.
Tears were shed. Kisses exchanged. Though memories burned brighter than any remorseful parting could dampen. The power of words, the beauty of silence, the gentleness of a kiss, and the warmth of an embrace filled the morning with a soft echo of love, resounding from heart to heart.
Memories of stories told; memories of moments experienced. The world revolves around these delights and throes of reminiscent thought just as the dawning of each new day depends on the setting of a night.
Without a night, the dawn could not break. Without a sun, the stars could not blaze. Each dark hour must be lived with the knowledge that a new day would come; a new light to guide. A midnight's cloak was speckled with starlight and an afternoon cerulean sky was lit with a grand orb of ancient day. A sun's death gave birth to the moon and the moon birth to the stars. The stars were the nurturers of night and the night the mother of dawn.
Memories reminded, though the future alights a desire that cannot be fulfilled until that final light is obtained.
The Black Pearl sped into the horizon . Memory told of past promises.
Today told of flight.
Tomorrow tells of lovers reunited
and Freedom's light glows ever on.
Through each setting night,
those indifferent hours of ebony light,
a humble blaze appears all so right.
The moon that sneaks through the trees,
and washes the depth of waves,
sheds light upon the drifting seas.
Just as the stars that perch in the midnight,
give guidance to those at flight.
Night must pass,
a new dawn to bring those dreams of the sleeping world
to a morning's validity.
With each sunrise,
and each sunset,
another day passes.
With each sunrise,
and each sunset,
a Sparrow pursues the unwavering horizon,
flying swiftly through the fervent light,
with a lover's dream behind each coming night.
Always look to the dawn for a Sparrow in search of a Swann.
~@~
Comments/Critiques would be greatly appreciated. What did you think of the story as a whole? The endings? The characters? The romance? The humor? The ending poem? Anything.. please? Input is the way a writer learns to grow.
Epilogue coming up next!
Thank you so much for all your reviews!
