Final Goodbye

       So this story has ended.  It's kinda sad actually, but I know I'm going to continue this story with another one!  Yah!  The next story I will try to revolve around Brenda and Trevor, knowing how all of you liked to see their little romance.  Of course Jack and Gwen will be thrown in there, as the parents, and perhaps all the inhabitants of Port Royal, but since Gwen is on a totally different island…that might be a little hard.  We'll see.

        This will take awhile…I don't have a plot yet.  So I always set a time for bringing my story out that I think is too long once it comes near.  I always get a jump start on my story and then I have six chapters by the time I finally post…but I don't think it'll be like that this time.  Look for this story around April 24th.  It's going to be my birthday!  YAH!  Sixteen, here I come…anyways- yea. 

        The title…that'd be good to tell you.  I'm thinking the title will be…Your Love is Life for Me.  Catchy huh?  Yea, that took me like two hours to think of.  Jeez.  But it works.  Oh!  Uhm, I was thinking of having a Beta reader…If any of you LIKE correcting, have a lot of time on your hands or think you can beta and write a story, let me know…thanks.

        I think you should hear my inspiration…Jimmy Buffett.  Of course you can skip over this if so desired.

I rounded first, never thought of the worst, as I studied the short-stop's position

Crack went my leg, like the shell of an egg, someone call a decent physician

I'm no Pedro, I can't pretend, though my mind is quite flexible, but these brittle bones don't bend.

        *I'm growing older, but not up.  My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck.

        Let those winds of time blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead.

Sometimes I see me, as an old manatee, heading south as the waters go colder.

Tries to steer clear, of the hum-drum so near, it cuts pop scars deep in his shoulder.

But that's how it goes, right to the end, though his body's quite flexible, his barnacle brain won't bend.

        *I'm growing older, but not up.  My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck.

        Let those winds of time blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead.

Now don't get me wrong, this is not a sad song, just events that I have happened to witness.

As time takes its toll, as we held for the pole- and no one dies from physical fitness.

So what the hell?  We'll take it right to the end, as the days grow more complicated, the night's life still bent.

        *I'm growing older, but not up.  My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck.

        Let those winds of time blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead.

        I love that song…Just the thought of Jack being old, but still acting immaturely (like taking the bet) stuck in my mind, and POOF!  Mid-life crisis came into my head…oh well.  I guess it turned out better than I expected.  Thanks to everyone for reviewing and reading both stories, and I hope to hear from you all when I come out with my new story. 

-Rebel Lady

        aka

              Theresa