Authors Note:
Well…it seems like at least more than one person likes it. That's good…I'm gonna keep this going for a while until people stop paying attention. Then…who knows. I am currently listening to my music, which puts me into a good heartache mood, or at least in a good enough mood to write a good story (My Chemical Romance, gotta love'm)
My Dearest Love,
There are no words to express the happiness that filled my heart when I read your acceptance. However, I still cannot stop wishing I was there to do it personally. Perhaps when we make port I will propose properly. The days will now be longer with the excitement that looms over us all, and it will take so much longer to get there. But I still cannot wait. I cannot be there to hold you, and feel the warmth of your skin once more. I always have, and always will love you.
Perhaps your mother is right. The love of a navy man is not always a good thing, ha-ha. Tell her that I will be a great husband to you, and that I will not always be gone as so many sailors tend to be. Your father is indeed right, navy-men have great qualities, but not only are they filled with responsibility. They also know how to treat a woman, and make sure they are happy. You will always be happy, my love, always.
Your music box proved to be of great value. A friend of mine was homesick, and though we told him that we would soon be setting foot upon land once more, he could not rid himself of the heartache. I played the music box for him…and he was put at ease, even if just a little more than he was. Tales of you help the crew to ease their own heartache when stories of their own women cannot. We have resorted to telling each other new stories, and at times even making some up just to hear each other's voices over the harsh call of the captain's.
But among all this happiness there must be some sadness. I fear it is my duty to announce this sadness. According to our captain, we have just received another route that we must take. Pirates. Though the order was not made directly towards us, the captain decided to take the responsibility of intercepting said pirate ship, and furthermore prolonging our absence. The crew protested against this, but he will hear none of it. We are taking the set course, and there is no way around it. Our absence is going to be longer than we had expected, but hopes are high that by the next letter I send you, we will once more be on our way.
Do not weep tears of sorrow for our absence, my love, instead, weep tears of happiness that we will still be on our way. Soon after the interception, with any luck and no interception at all, we will be back on our way and ready to greet our family once more. I will be there, do not lose your faith in me. You have accepted my proposal and agreed to be my wife, and I will ne'er abandon you. I will return, and it will be very soon. Until I see you next time, hold that locket close.
Do Not Forget Me,
Davey Jones