Title: In Dreams
Rating: PG
Pairing: OC/J, but not like you're thinking.
Warning: This is a parody. Do not let the first chapter scare you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean: that would be Disney and the screenwriters. I also don't own the concept of the 'Mary Sue.' That... well, I don't know who owns that.
A/N: I was reading through the comments on the lj community marysues, and someone remarked that Mary Sue wouldn't act like she does in most of these fics: she'd be sailing, or doing dishes, or being raped, or something. So here's what the plot bunnies gave me.
In Dreams
Ashling Dubhan gazed out over the sea. It shimmered like a thousand diamonds in the soft moonlight. A soft breeze gently caressed the raven hair that had inspired her family name. Her green eyes were the color of emeralds, emeralds that recalled the sharp greens of her native Ireland. She hugged herself against the sharpening breeze, which cut through her thin shawl. She looked down at her appearance and could not help but sigh. The long flowing black skirt had sustained damage in her flight, and was covered in salt that had dried from the sea spray. Her green shirt had faded from the salt and sun, and the shawl that covered her rather ineffectively was torn in several places. Suddenly, a worn coat was tossed over her shoulders.
"Here, love." a voice purred in her ear. She smiled to herself and turned to face Captain Jack Sparrow, pirate at large. Her black hair curled softly around her face and the moonlight spilled onto her upturned face.
"Thank you Captain." She replied softly
"Twas nothing." Jack brushed her thanks off like he would brush a bug off his sleeve. "Ye looked cold."
"I was." She turned back out to sea. "Ireland is cold, but never like this." She sighed. "I do miss it so."
"I know what you mean, love." Jack stood next to her at the rail. He gently caressed the warn wood of the Pearl. "I lost my Pearl for near ten years. Didn't know if I'd ever see her again."
"Jack Sparrow giving up on something?" Ashling asked, slightly amused, a small smile gracing her face. "I don't believe it."
"Oh, I believed I'd see her again." Jack looked over his Pearl, soaking in her every detail as though he were not long for this earth. "I just didn't trust that she would be mine when I did."
"Then you know how I feel about Ireland." She nodded. "I suspect that is why you agreed to help me. Ireland is rather out of your normal route."
"Aye, that was part of it." Jack looked at Ashling, a look in his eye that he could not place. She timidly locked eyes with him, and in that instant, she saw into his soul.
"You love me." She gasped, comprehending.
"Yes, love you more then I loved anyone. My love for you is deeper then the ocean, greater then the sky. I love you more then I love the Pearl." Jack confessed. His words came in a rush, as though he could not bear his secret for a moment longer. Ashling reached one small, white hand up and cupped Jack's suntanned cheek, wiping a tear from it.
"I know what it is to love something as you love the Pearl. That love runs deeper then most. It is not easily topped. Yet, I feel the same for you as you do for me." She blinked her own tears back. Jack reached over and wiped a stray tear, shining like a diamond in the moonlight, away from her cheek. Slowly, he reached in and kissed her gently on the lips. She closed her eyes, unable to contain her happiness if she had left them open. And over the two lovers, the stars kept watch. Under them, the sea rocked gently, murmuring its approval. Around them, the sea air lightly caressed them, bringing something of Ireland back to the lost girl.