We're keeping short and sweet for the next two days, because I typed them all today because I'm leaving for my band trip and I won't have access to my computer. Mar's going to post em for me while I'm gone. This one's a bit angsty... sorta. I actually got this idea from a pre COTBP story I'm writing. Hopefully I'll have that posted this summer. I've been working on it for about a year now off and on. But yeah.

This is dedicated to Mar, for helping me out. :D


Goodbyes

I had given a goodbye to my father every time the man visited, which hadn't been often. After a day or two on shore, he would leave to earn a living for us, leaving Mother and I all alone. Every visit was a disappointment, and it only caused my heart to pang with the sadness of knowing that my father was missing all the memories we should have been making together.

I had given a goodbye to my mother, when she died of the plague. It had come unexpectedly and suddenly, leaving me virtually no time to really take care of her. Not that we could have afforded it anyways. One day, she was fine, smiling and working around the house. The next, she was in bed, and less than a month later, she was gone. With every tear I cried for her, the part of my heart reserved for her shattered a little more.

I had given a goodbye to my heart the day I met her, that angel hovering above me. Her golden brown hair was her halo, her voice a sweet melody, her eyes a pool of soul. This goodbye was not a bittersweet one, however. It was given with the hopes that I would someday get something in return. But perhaps it was only hopes that I had held onto.

I had given a goodbye to my occupation, going from a proper blacksmith's apprentice to a pirate. It was in my blood, after all, and she seemed not to care. Pirate or blacksmith, she said, I still love you. The goodbye to propriety was a goodbye that affected my life forever.

I had given a goodbye to my happiness, that day on the ship. A pirate she was indeed, my fallen angel. What could have caused her to betray me like that? At that, my heart fully shattered, and only one person could ever repair it. But the question was: would she ever do it?

I had given a goodbye to my sanity and honesty. Pirating was indeed in my blood; it came more naturally than I would have expected. Without being able to place my trust in her, I focused on my own plans and burdens. That was a choice that should have been altered, had I known what my destiny had in plans for me.

I had given my goodbye to my life to follow my destiny. I had no choice. This was how it was planned to be: to kill Davy Jones and replace him as captain, my heart locked in a chest, unable to step on land for ten years.

But this goodbye, the goodbye to her for a whole decade, was the worst.