Through The Eyes Of Another
Ok this started of serious then just got either funny or my kind of funny. I own nothing.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be someone else? To be someone rich or possibly someone poor? To be male or to be female? Or maybe to be tall or to be small? I wondered and I regret it.
Ever since I was a child I wondered what it would be like to be wealthy and have a family that was always there and always said they loved me. I wish I never. When I was eleven I sailed over to the Caribbean but the ship I sailed upon was attacked by the Black Pearl. I was rescued by the Dauntless. Eight years later I have finally married my one true love and have experienced the life I once longed for but now it's so different. Every wealthy man or woman I speak to seems to have something to say about another. I'm fussed over day and night. I feel like I cant even put my own clothes on anymore. How Elizabeth could stand this for eighteen years is beyond me. I'm so bored because the governor sold my smithy so I cant go there anymore. All I want now is Jack to come back and save me from it all. I know he won't. He'll never come back. Sometimes I think of running away but I don't want to hurt Elizabeth. I also think I'm going insane. I found myself hitting my head of the wall repeatedly a week ago. I ended up unconscious. That caused them to fuss more. It was almost like they considered me delicate and incapable. I stared up at the ceiling while thinking about the last two months, that I had been married to Elizabeth. She lay next to me sound asleep. The window was open, it was so inviting. I could just jump of the balcony and into the bushes and run. Run to a sanctuary. I didn't know where but I'd get there. The next morning my favourite wigged git woke me up with a loud knock at the door. I ignored him until he just walked in. Rich people having manners, pfft! Could have been doing anything for all he knew. While he walked over to the curtains to open them I rolled of the bed onto the floor and under the bed. Fortunately that went unnoticed and my dear father in law left. I decided, if I'm going, I'm going now! So I got out from under the bed only to find Elizabeth standing it the doorway giving me the strangest look. She never quite understood me. So I had a choice. Go now, in my underwear or go later dressed. Since I normally make rash and stupid decisions I decided to go now in my underwear. So of I went out the window, into the stabby bushes yelling I'm sorry.ow fuck it. Elizabeth. I ran through the town, getting several either strange or creepy looks from people on the way, heading for the docks. When I got there I had the great misfortune of bumping literally into Commodore Norrington. That was the moment I made my rashest decision ever, I was going to swim to Tortuga in my bloody pants! Sometimes my stupidity even amazes myself. I was about two hundred yards out when I realised how stupid I am. I could either carry on and freeze my little arse of and get eaten my sharks or go back and get arrested for indecent exposure. Sharks or Norrington. Sharks or Norrington. sharks or Norrington. Hmm, sharks. Probably have nicer teeth than him. I'll leave the rest to you.
Ok this started of serious then just got either funny or my kind of funny. I own nothing.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be someone else? To be someone rich or possibly someone poor? To be male or to be female? Or maybe to be tall or to be small? I wondered and I regret it.
Ever since I was a child I wondered what it would be like to be wealthy and have a family that was always there and always said they loved me. I wish I never. When I was eleven I sailed over to the Caribbean but the ship I sailed upon was attacked by the Black Pearl. I was rescued by the Dauntless. Eight years later I have finally married my one true love and have experienced the life I once longed for but now it's so different. Every wealthy man or woman I speak to seems to have something to say about another. I'm fussed over day and night. I feel like I cant even put my own clothes on anymore. How Elizabeth could stand this for eighteen years is beyond me. I'm so bored because the governor sold my smithy so I cant go there anymore. All I want now is Jack to come back and save me from it all. I know he won't. He'll never come back. Sometimes I think of running away but I don't want to hurt Elizabeth. I also think I'm going insane. I found myself hitting my head of the wall repeatedly a week ago. I ended up unconscious. That caused them to fuss more. It was almost like they considered me delicate and incapable. I stared up at the ceiling while thinking about the last two months, that I had been married to Elizabeth. She lay next to me sound asleep. The window was open, it was so inviting. I could just jump of the balcony and into the bushes and run. Run to a sanctuary. I didn't know where but I'd get there. The next morning my favourite wigged git woke me up with a loud knock at the door. I ignored him until he just walked in. Rich people having manners, pfft! Could have been doing anything for all he knew. While he walked over to the curtains to open them I rolled of the bed onto the floor and under the bed. Fortunately that went unnoticed and my dear father in law left. I decided, if I'm going, I'm going now! So I got out from under the bed only to find Elizabeth standing it the doorway giving me the strangest look. She never quite understood me. So I had a choice. Go now, in my underwear or go later dressed. Since I normally make rash and stupid decisions I decided to go now in my underwear. So of I went out the window, into the stabby bushes yelling I'm sorry.ow fuck it. Elizabeth. I ran through the town, getting several either strange or creepy looks from people on the way, heading for the docks. When I got there I had the great misfortune of bumping literally into Commodore Norrington. That was the moment I made my rashest decision ever, I was going to swim to Tortuga in my bloody pants! Sometimes my stupidity even amazes myself. I was about two hundred yards out when I realised how stupid I am. I could either carry on and freeze my little arse of and get eaten my sharks or go back and get arrested for indecent exposure. Sharks or Norrington. Sharks or Norrington. sharks or Norrington. Hmm, sharks. Probably have nicer teeth than him. I'll leave the rest to you.