"Thank you, Will. It's absolutely perfect!" Victoria Norrington exclaimed, examining the sword that he had made for her as a gift for her husband, Commodore Norrington. "Your husband is wonderful, Elizabeth!"
"I agree," Elizabeth replied, giving Will a soft kiss on the lips. They exchanged flirtatious smiles. The two made the perfect couple; Will was tall, dark, and handsome, and Elizabeth proper, beautiful, and smart. Both were rather willful, and yet charming at the same time. Victoria secretly envied their relationship. She knew that she should be happy with Norrington as her husband–he was what every girl should hope to marry–but for some reason she felt sad and alone.
"Can I see it, mum, can I see it please?" Victoria's son, Jack, tugged on her dress.
"Not right now, dear," she said, giving him a small, but forceful, push away.
Suddenly the door was thrown open, and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. He was a man dressed in ragged clothes, with his eyes lined in dark kohl, his hair knotted and twisted in dread locks with assorted trinkets and beads decorating random strands of hair. He held himself in a staggering, yet oddly graceful, manner, which made his idiosyncratic appearance extravagantly sexy. Victoria gasped, grabbed her son by the shoulders, and quickly turned so their backs were to the man.
"Jack!"cried Will and Elizabeth in unison.
"Aye, it be me," Jack said in a slurred, but smooth accent.
"Oh, Victoria, you must meet Jack," Will said, ushering her towards Jack.
"No, no, I really must get going. N-Norrington will be wondering where I am."
"Victoria, is it?" Jack asked, removing his weather-worn hat, and trying to catch a glimpse of Victoria's face, which she darted from place to place purposely avoiding Jack's gaze.
"Yes, yes," she said, finally meeting his eyes. They were a deep, chestnut brown, and they were filled with emotions and memories. She was drawn to him. Suddenly, she saw something flick in his eyes–something like recognition.
Jack gazed into Victoria's fiery hazel eyes, recognizing something deep within them. "I'm sorry, but have we met before?" he asked.
"I don't believe so. Now I really must be going."
"No, no," he grabbed her arm as she tried to push past him through the door. "I swear we've met, I jus' can't place where righ' now. But I used to know a Victoria, a pirate captain actually."
"I try to avoid making acquaintances with pirates, so I'm positive, Sparrow, we've never met before," she said, regretting the words as soon as they escaped her mouth.
"Sparrow? How did ye know me name?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"E-everyone knows of the amazing Captain Jack Sparrow," Victoria said quickly, staring at her feet. "Now I really must be going."
"Are you sure we haven't met?" Jack shouted to Victoria, as she and her son hurried out of Will's shop.
"Aye," she replied, and disappeared down the road.
"I agree," Elizabeth replied, giving Will a soft kiss on the lips. They exchanged flirtatious smiles. The two made the perfect couple; Will was tall, dark, and handsome, and Elizabeth proper, beautiful, and smart. Both were rather willful, and yet charming at the same time. Victoria secretly envied their relationship. She knew that she should be happy with Norrington as her husband–he was what every girl should hope to marry–but for some reason she felt sad and alone.
"Can I see it, mum, can I see it please?" Victoria's son, Jack, tugged on her dress.
"Not right now, dear," she said, giving him a small, but forceful, push away.
Suddenly the door was thrown open, and a figure stood silhouetted in the doorway. He was a man dressed in ragged clothes, with his eyes lined in dark kohl, his hair knotted and twisted in dread locks with assorted trinkets and beads decorating random strands of hair. He held himself in a staggering, yet oddly graceful, manner, which made his idiosyncratic appearance extravagantly sexy. Victoria gasped, grabbed her son by the shoulders, and quickly turned so their backs were to the man.
"Jack!"cried Will and Elizabeth in unison.
"Aye, it be me," Jack said in a slurred, but smooth accent.
"Oh, Victoria, you must meet Jack," Will said, ushering her towards Jack.
"No, no, I really must get going. N-Norrington will be wondering where I am."
"Victoria, is it?" Jack asked, removing his weather-worn hat, and trying to catch a glimpse of Victoria's face, which she darted from place to place purposely avoiding Jack's gaze.
"Yes, yes," she said, finally meeting his eyes. They were a deep, chestnut brown, and they were filled with emotions and memories. She was drawn to him. Suddenly, she saw something flick in his eyes–something like recognition.
Jack gazed into Victoria's fiery hazel eyes, recognizing something deep within them. "I'm sorry, but have we met before?" he asked.
"I don't believe so. Now I really must be going."
"No, no," he grabbed her arm as she tried to push past him through the door. "I swear we've met, I jus' can't place where righ' now. But I used to know a Victoria, a pirate captain actually."
"I try to avoid making acquaintances with pirates, so I'm positive, Sparrow, we've never met before," she said, regretting the words as soon as they escaped her mouth.
"Sparrow? How did ye know me name?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"E-everyone knows of the amazing Captain Jack Sparrow," Victoria said quickly, staring at her feet. "Now I really must be going."
"Are you sure we haven't met?" Jack shouted to Victoria, as she and her son hurried out of Will's shop.
"Aye," she replied, and disappeared down the road.