Hello Everybody! Ah yes, yet another Elizabeth-and-Jack-alone-on-the-island story. God, as if there weren't plenty already. Yup, just a little musing from Elizabeth's POV. ((cough)) Right, anyway, since this is my first (and most likely only) Pirates of the Caribbean fic, please feel free to comment. Critiques, praise, bashings, flames, I'll take 'em all! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters/locations therein. I do, however, own the story.
Nothing Like the Stories
There he is, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. The most famous pirate to ever have lived. His adventures are the stuff of legend. You know, I used to dream of meeting him.
My nanny told me stories about this man when I was little, he was my obsession. I must confess, I had fallen in love with him through those stories. Night after night I would lie awake in bed and try to imagine what it would be like seeing him face to face.
Not once in my life did I ever think that one day I would end up stranded on an island with him. Watching Jack now, it almost seems comical that I could ever have fallen for him, even if it was just a silly little infatuation.
I suppose it is somewhat romantic, being all alone with my childhood hero. Though he's nothing like the stories. All things considered, I think I like this version of Captain Sparrow a lot more. After all, underneath all of the mystery and legend, he's human. This is something that the tales don't tell you; that no matter how incredible someone is, that person is still just a human. Imperfect, flawed, and in this case, somewhat insane.
I do believe it's his humanity that I've fallen in love with now.