Disclaimer: I own nothing of Disney's, Bruckheimer's, Verbinski's, and drat it all, I don't own Orlando Bloom! Unless a life-size Legolas standee counts. I do own what's left of my mind – whether there's any sanity left in it… well, my friends are still debating that one. Please don't sue me, I'm an underpaid and overworked state employee who has no money to spare.
Author's notes: This is a drabble I did in answer to a challenge on The Black Pearl Sails Fanfiction Yahoo group. The challenge was "sea longing". January 2004.
TO SAIL
BY
KAHVA
I float here waiting, yearning, aching to taste the ocean's salty spray, to feel the wondrous surge of watery power undulating hypnotically beneath me. I was born to sail.
I must sail now!
Jack Sparrow understands. He knows I need to feel the wind, to breathe deep the glorious scent of freedom. Only he can truly comprehend how the ocean summons me – for it sings its siren song to him as well. I am his mistress… But the sea is master and seducer of us both.
He is my Captain. I am his Black Pearl.
Now… Bring us that horizon…