~Deserted~
~Deserted~
Author:
gypsyluv
Challenge: # 11 deserted island picture promt
Word count: 187
Character/Pairing: Will Turner (no pairing.. yeah can you believe it?)
Warning/Rating: none.. G maybe
Disclaimer: Not mine.. wish they were, not making money so don't sue.. hehe!
Authors Notes: I got this gorgeous hand made leather bound journal with hand made pages seperated by a beautifully embossed rice paper from my dearest Scott for Christmas. He also gave me a beautiful pen, the kind that come in a box like a piece of jewelry. They were screaming and begging me to write something and this is the result. I LOVE YOU HONEY! If you ever see this! Okay on to the drabble...
I should be terrified, desperate, anxious, or even angry though I find I’m not. I feel more at ease and peaceful then ever I have. I feel a weight lifted from me and in its place is light hearted abandon.
I don’t care that I may never see civilization again. Port Royal, the forge, and even Elizabeth are less and less in my thoughts with each passing day. I’ve even quit counting them; the days come and go their only recognition being the glorious colors streaking across the sea and the sky. I finally understand why Jack would rise early just to watch the sun rising as if from under the sea itself.
The pirate and his Pearl enter my mind from time to time. Who knows, maybe some day I will see them again. It doesn’t matter to me much, doesn’t change my days or my nights. They almost seem like dreams to me, as does the rest of my past.
This is real; the sand, the sea and me. Everything else is just a dream; everything before the storm, before now, and before this island...
Author:
gypsyluv
Challenge: # 11 deserted island picture promt
Word count: 187
Character/Pairing: Will Turner (no pairing.. yeah can you believe it?)
Warning/Rating: none.. G maybe
Disclaimer: Not mine.. wish they were, not making money so don't sue.. hehe!
Authors Notes: I got this gorgeous hand made leather bound journal with hand made pages seperated by a beautifully embossed rice paper from my dearest Scott for Christmas. He also gave me a beautiful pen, the kind that come in a box like a piece of jewelry. They were screaming and begging me to write something and this is the result. I LOVE YOU HONEY! If you ever see this! Okay on to the drabble...
I should be terrified, desperate, anxious, or even angry though I find I’m not. I feel more at ease and peaceful then ever I have. I feel a weight lifted from me and in its place is light hearted abandon.
I don’t care that I may never see civilization again. Port Royal, the forge, and even Elizabeth are less and less in my thoughts with each passing day. I’ve even quit counting them; the days come and go their only recognition being the glorious colors streaking across the sea and the sky. I finally understand why Jack would rise early just to watch the sun rising as if from under the sea itself.
The pirate and his Pearl enter my mind from time to time. Who knows, maybe some day I will see them again. It doesn’t matter to me much, doesn’t change my days or my nights. They almost seem like dreams to me, as does the rest of my past.
This is real; the sand, the sea and me. Everything else is just a dream; everything before the storm, before now, and before this island...