This is a story about a pirate in a clergyman's robes. This is the story about a desire than ran, and ran deeper than the ocean. This is about a man who bought a first mate and a whore in one, and received the world. This is the story of a woman who lived in the debt of a pirate, and died to make him a captain.
This is a story of love, lust, loot, and lunacy; such as they go together in one volume. Other stories share the same topics, and some may ring truer, and some may be written more eloquently, and a few may even go into publishing and be remembered by the world as a great masterpiece. This is not one of those.
No, this is a story I write, almost hoping that no one else will ever acknowledge. You see, Alinnya, it has been over a decade since we last met, and I know now that even when I die, I cannot hope to meet you in the same circle of Hell. So it is. But I am starting to forget. I woke up this morning and for the first time, and I did not see your face. For the first time, I forgot your name. I have been with so many women since you left, love. You wouldn't believe me if I told you. None of them have had this effect. But apparently time, more than all the love I have for you, conquers all. So before I forget, I intend to write it all down. Yes love, every sordid detail. I'm sorry, though I still remember exactly how your breasts fit in my hands, but just in case. You know how it is.
I promise you this much, darling, in that these pages will not outlive me. The ship will, and love, it is a beautiful ship. I spent every shilling we saved on it. The sails are black as soot, the cannons are stout and deadly, and the wind catches her with all the tenderness of a lover's kiss, and the fleet could not touch her. I named her the Black Pearl. You'll forgive me; I thought it appropriate. She reminds me of you, and thus the name. But life has not been so kind to me with her as she was with you. All good things pass with time, eh? But that is a story I will tell you in Hell. For now, remind me of the best stories, our stories, love. I don't want to forget this, too.
Yours eternally,
Jack Sparrow
[A/N- I don't know what kind of updates I'll give you with this, honestly. It was a fleeting thought that makes a good tale that I don't know!]