DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY POTC CHARACTERS ONLY THE ONES I CREATE
REOCCURRING DREAM
Gray, swirly mist hung above the water, hiding anything that dared to venture through it. Nothing moved except for the water; sounds themselves seemed to be swallowed by the fog.
A dark ship pierced the fog; a huge dragon head, carved with immaculate detail, led the way. The fog parted in fear as the huge ship moved through it. The ship seemed deserted except for two lone figures standing on the deck. They were quietly talking about something; the one with long dirty-blonde hair raised her hand, silencing the other.
The two girls looked out at the ocean as if they were looking at an approaching ship. As the fog continued to clear, the dirty-blonde haired girl's mark could be seen; a long, thin scar ran vertically down her right eye. The other girl moved next to her and placed her arms on the rail; a hug scare presented itself on her left arm, a reminder of an unsuccessful attempt on her life. The two girls stood silently on the deck. They looked out at the ocean, their sharp eyes piercing the fog…
Jack shot up. He was breathing hard and rather sweaty. He untangled himself from the bed covers and placed his feet on the wooden floor of his beloved ship. Jack walked over to his desk, piled high with maps, random pieces of paper, and empty rum bottles. Jack picked up his compass; the needle was fixed on East; it seemed to favor east for it hadn't moved in over two weeks. Jack rubbed the sleep from his eyes and slipped on his knee-high boots.
Jack pushed open the cabin door and walked out onto the deck. Cold, salty sea breeze met Jack; he took in a deep breath and let the rising sun warm his skin. "Mornin' Captain." Jack opened his eyes, "Mornin' Gibbs." Jack was surprised to hear a rather sullen tone in his voice, "Something wrong Captain?"
"I had the dream again." "About your girls?" Jack nodded; he stared out across the ocean, the only thing keeping him from his daughters. "Well, on the bright side Captain we're about a mile off the coast of Port Royal." Jack turned around, "Mind the guns, arm yourselves and prepare for battle."
Jack took the wheel from Gibbs, "Why are we preparing for battle sir?" Jack smiled at Gibbs, "Trust me Gibbs, love is a battle field." The wind caught the sails; the Black Pearl surged forward, speeding towards Port Royal. Jack smiled, he was going to get his family back.