Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean nor the characters but
some of the characters in this story are from my own imagination. Any
similarities with real people are highly coincidental.
7 years later.
James skimmed another rock across the clear blue ocean and watched it sink after it skipped across the waves. He picked up yet another and threw it up in the air. He watched it fall back onto his palm and threw it with force down at his feet. He collapsed onto the sand and watched as the waves reached their crest then roll out onto his feet. He couldn't believe the nerve of his mother and father, actually searching out empresses and princesses so that he would marry into richness and royalty.
"I'm only 17!" James exploded with such force he could have sworn the guards on the docks would of heard him.
He rested his cheek onto his right palm and as he did so saw a black shape further along the shore. Curious, he got up and made his way towards it. As he came closer he was able to recognize that it was the figure of a girl. He stopped, breath caught in his throat when he saw that she was not moving.
"Hey, hey miss?" he called from his position.
When the girl didn't reply James franticly ran over and pulled her onto her back. James felt his breath get caught again; black locks of wet hair stuck to her forehead and her cherry-red lips were parted slightly. Her golden tanned skin glowed in the sunlight and James scried his brain for memory of who this person was. She had on her left arm one thick gold band and three thin ones. On her right foot she had another thick gold band and through her hair beads, bells and all manner of things were braided through. Did he know her? He felt like he did.
"Miss?" James asked again tentatively slightly afraid.
He scratched his neck and cast his eyes around the beach warily. What was he supposed to do? It was then the girl beneath him stirred. James had his attention averted to her when she rolled over and started coughing up seawater.
"Miss? You're o.k.?" he asked.
The girl continued coughing up water then concluded her exercise by spitting out the foul taste of the salty brine.
"You nearly swallowed the whole ocean 'ey?" he kidded.
The girl swung her head towards him settling her heavily black eye-lined eyes upon him.
"Fl - Fleur?" James asked stupidly suddenly realizing who she was.
Fleur rolled her emerald orbs in their sockets and got up doggedly though she stumbled. James helped her regain her balance but she shook him off her. She staggered a few steps forward before falling onto her knees again.
"Fleur...are you alright?" James asked concernedly.
Fleur fell forward onto her face and James rushed to her side. She was still breathing but unconscious. He looked around wildly. He didn't know what to do. He groaned disconsolately and headed up towards the docks. He saw some guards, when they saw him they ran for him.
"Guys please, I need your help," he begged.
He led them down to where he had left Fleur and told them to help him get her to his grandfather's house. They did so and left the sleeping beauty to her slumber.
7 years later.
James skimmed another rock across the clear blue ocean and watched it sink after it skipped across the waves. He picked up yet another and threw it up in the air. He watched it fall back onto his palm and threw it with force down at his feet. He collapsed onto the sand and watched as the waves reached their crest then roll out onto his feet. He couldn't believe the nerve of his mother and father, actually searching out empresses and princesses so that he would marry into richness and royalty.
"I'm only 17!" James exploded with such force he could have sworn the guards on the docks would of heard him.
He rested his cheek onto his right palm and as he did so saw a black shape further along the shore. Curious, he got up and made his way towards it. As he came closer he was able to recognize that it was the figure of a girl. He stopped, breath caught in his throat when he saw that she was not moving.
"Hey, hey miss?" he called from his position.
When the girl didn't reply James franticly ran over and pulled her onto her back. James felt his breath get caught again; black locks of wet hair stuck to her forehead and her cherry-red lips were parted slightly. Her golden tanned skin glowed in the sunlight and James scried his brain for memory of who this person was. She had on her left arm one thick gold band and three thin ones. On her right foot she had another thick gold band and through her hair beads, bells and all manner of things were braided through. Did he know her? He felt like he did.
"Miss?" James asked again tentatively slightly afraid.
He scratched his neck and cast his eyes around the beach warily. What was he supposed to do? It was then the girl beneath him stirred. James had his attention averted to her when she rolled over and started coughing up seawater.
"Miss? You're o.k.?" he asked.
The girl continued coughing up water then concluded her exercise by spitting out the foul taste of the salty brine.
"You nearly swallowed the whole ocean 'ey?" he kidded.
The girl swung her head towards him settling her heavily black eye-lined eyes upon him.
"Fl - Fleur?" James asked stupidly suddenly realizing who she was.
Fleur rolled her emerald orbs in their sockets and got up doggedly though she stumbled. James helped her regain her balance but she shook him off her. She staggered a few steps forward before falling onto her knees again.
"Fleur...are you alright?" James asked concernedly.
Fleur fell forward onto her face and James rushed to her side. She was still breathing but unconscious. He looked around wildly. He didn't know what to do. He groaned disconsolately and headed up towards the docks. He saw some guards, when they saw him they ran for him.
"Guys please, I need your help," he begged.
He led them down to where he had left Fleur and told them to help him get her to his grandfather's house. They did so and left the sleeping beauty to her slumber.