Author's disclaimer: The letter is from a character I made up on my own, and in no way imply I hold copyrights to the elements from Disney's Pirates of The Caribbean mentioned. (Sadly, that includes the amazing -Captain- Jack Sparrow.)
This letter is addressed to Captain Jack Sparrow, and is for his eyes only. For those who read this besides that man, may your lives be cursed by Davy Jones to be tormenting, driving you to an early grave!
Memories float back to me, of times so long ago. Jack, you're an idiot, and I hate you for it. I told you that the day you left, but was I didn't say was the other side of my emotions. You're absolutely breathing taking, and your charm swept me off my feet, causing my weak heart to fall in love with you. Yes, Jack. In love. Which is exactly why I couldn't speak those words to you. I couldn't face your eyes, knowing they could never hold the emotion I longed for from you. So I turned from you, when you told me I shouldn't be bitter, because I was. Bitter that I fell in love with a man who would never love me back. As charming as you are, I knew in your adventures, you'd find yourself in bed with different woman, for various reasons. I only hope theirs hearts are not so feeble as mine, and they can keep their wits about them.
I hate you for being a bloody pirate, yet it makes me love you more. You're gorgeous and you know it, and my dreams are haunted with your memory, teasing my weary heart. I have loved you over these past years. Do you even remember me? This letter is being written exactly 5 years after you left me standing at the docks. I was merely your friend, swords partner, and drinking buddy, 'only if I didn't tell the boys', isn't that right? Damn it Jack, why did you have to be so wonderful, yet so wonderfully unattainable? Your heart belongs to but one love, The cursed Pearl. Yes Jack, I can be jealous of a ship. For I do not think the ship fear that you'd forget her, as I have spent nights fighting tears over. Do you ever think of me?
Well, perhaps that should be phrased in the past tense, "Did you ever think of me?" Ask yourself that question Jack, for I'll not stay to hear the answer. I do not know when or if you will return to find this letter in place of an old friend, but the need to pen my troubles, my frustration, annoyance, and heartache can no longer go unanswered. The burden that has blackened my heart will be no more. For never has a man taken my breath away with a simply smile, or made my heart flutter with a wink of their eye. Not since the Black Pearl left dock, heading into the promising horizon. Nor will they again.
This letter will come to a close, as I now pick up the dagger. If you were to come tomorrow, or in twenty years, it will not change the hard fact that this letter will be all that I have to say to you. My lips will be closed, my body cold, matching my broken heart. I do not blame you, but myself, Jack Sparrow. I allowed myself to fall in love with a Pirate, a man who could no sooner love me back, then decided to bring his boat into port and offer his neck to the awaiting Fleet. So, Goodbye, Captain Jack Sparrow. May your name live on in legends to come.
Nicole de Vanier
This letter is addressed to Captain Jack Sparrow, and is for his eyes only. For those who read this besides that man, may your lives be cursed by Davy Jones to be tormenting, driving you to an early grave!
Memories float back to me, of times so long ago. Jack, you're an idiot, and I hate you for it. I told you that the day you left, but was I didn't say was the other side of my emotions. You're absolutely breathing taking, and your charm swept me off my feet, causing my weak heart to fall in love with you. Yes, Jack. In love. Which is exactly why I couldn't speak those words to you. I couldn't face your eyes, knowing they could never hold the emotion I longed for from you. So I turned from you, when you told me I shouldn't be bitter, because I was. Bitter that I fell in love with a man who would never love me back. As charming as you are, I knew in your adventures, you'd find yourself in bed with different woman, for various reasons. I only hope theirs hearts are not so feeble as mine, and they can keep their wits about them.
I hate you for being a bloody pirate, yet it makes me love you more. You're gorgeous and you know it, and my dreams are haunted with your memory, teasing my weary heart. I have loved you over these past years. Do you even remember me? This letter is being written exactly 5 years after you left me standing at the docks. I was merely your friend, swords partner, and drinking buddy, 'only if I didn't tell the boys', isn't that right? Damn it Jack, why did you have to be so wonderful, yet so wonderfully unattainable? Your heart belongs to but one love, The cursed Pearl. Yes Jack, I can be jealous of a ship. For I do not think the ship fear that you'd forget her, as I have spent nights fighting tears over. Do you ever think of me?
Well, perhaps that should be phrased in the past tense, "Did you ever think of me?" Ask yourself that question Jack, for I'll not stay to hear the answer. I do not know when or if you will return to find this letter in place of an old friend, but the need to pen my troubles, my frustration, annoyance, and heartache can no longer go unanswered. The burden that has blackened my heart will be no more. For never has a man taken my breath away with a simply smile, or made my heart flutter with a wink of their eye. Not since the Black Pearl left dock, heading into the promising horizon. Nor will they again.
This letter will come to a close, as I now pick up the dagger. If you were to come tomorrow, or in twenty years, it will not change the hard fact that this letter will be all that I have to say to you. My lips will be closed, my body cold, matching my broken heart. I do not blame you, but myself, Jack Sparrow. I allowed myself to fall in love with a Pirate, a man who could no sooner love me back, then decided to bring his boat into port and offer his neck to the awaiting Fleet. So, Goodbye, Captain Jack Sparrow. May your name live on in legends to come.
Nicole de Vanier