Author's Note: So, for the past half-year or so, I've been suffering from tremendous writer's block. As many of you know, I'm a huge Will/Elizabeth shipper. Try as I might, I could not get a single word out. So, here's something different, just to get me started. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that associates with Pirates of the Caribbean.
Second Best
Loving Jack Sparrow always came with a price. Whether it's the danger of cursed pirates hungry for blood and gold, or simply losing a favorite fishing boat. Someone always had to pay.
Things that were this physical, she could handle. The cursed pirates were gone, and she had a new boat to replace her lost one. Yes, she was repaid in every physical matter.
Having the legendary Captain Sparrow in her bed each night more than made up for the things lost.
However, loving Jack Sparrow always came with a price. Though, this new catch was not anything physical.
She knew she would always be second best. He could never fully love her. How could he, when there would always be another? His favorite. His precious gem. His priceless treasure. His Pearl.
She was never one to settle for second best, but, in the case of Jack Sparrow, second best was the best anyone could ever get.