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Post by Hannah on Aug 21, 2006 14:18:49 GMT
I walk ondecks, still kinda sleepy since I didnt sleep long.
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Post by Lana on Aug 22, 2006 8:43:26 GMT
Standing between Jack and the wheel, I take a deep breath of fresh, salty ocean-air, trying to breathe in so deep that the air will reach my lungs... yes, I am finally breathing with my full lungs, I am finally living *my* life, not the life of a made-up, artificially created doll with no feelings and emotions on her face.
I smile slightly: "May I?.." - I whisper, asking Jack whether I could take the wheel of the Pearl in my hands. Somehow I find is symbolic. If he lets me take the Pearl in my hands, it'll mean that he offers me the real life, the life of a pirate. And I accept it. Gladly, not hesitating for a moment.
I put my hands on the spooks gently, touching the dark, almost black wood of the wheel. The Black Pearl... Jack's dream, Jack's love, Jack's... soul? Yes, I think it is.
I close my eyes for a moment and sigh. I can't believe it's happening. Aboard the Pearl, together... I didn't dare believe we would find the Pearl, many years ago.
A month ago, I didn't dare believe I would ever see Jack again.
Now we're together. With the Pearl. It feels like I have everything I've ever dreamt of.
I stroke the spooks absent-mindedly, not thinking about the course of anything now, but of the life and of how it happens so that sometimes 10 years have to pass, 10 years of a pause in my life... and now it's playing again.
I turn a bit to face Jack and say nothing, just smile. But this smile could say more than a hundred words.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 23, 2006 7:25:58 GMT
As she smiles, a slight grin automatically creeps to my features in appreciation of it. It looks good to see her smiling again. Over the past few days -weeks?- she was always present aboard the ship, but never really there. When we talked it was difficult to reach her. Eventhough, ever so often, I got a glimpse at the *real* Scarlett underneath, she still appeared the mask that she was made to be. Not anymore though. Her smile is true. And so is mine.
"Feels right, don't it?" I ask, and I slip my arms around her waist so she's leaning against my chest as she steers.
Is this what you came back for, Jack? The thought seems to appear outta nowhere in my mind.. but I consider it. Is this what I came to England for? Is this the goal that I had in front of my eyes, even if I didn't admit it was? A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. Maybe the question doesn't need answering. Why wonder, when you feel you might just have it all?
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Post by Lana on Aug 23, 2006 12:02:06 GMT
I lean on him willingly, feeling the warmth of his body, as well as the warmth of his smile and words.
"Feels like... happiness", - I tell him simply and honestly, smiling while I am saying that, 'cause it's been a long time since I last smiled so sincerely and since I... was so happy. Also, it's been a long time since I said what was really on my mind.
Since I lived my life.
I glance at the wheel and, deciding that I can leave it for a moment and nothing will happen, I quickly turn to face Jack and place a featherlight kiss on his lips.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 25, 2006 1:11:05 GMT
I smirk, "Mind the helm, luv." I tell her, eventhough it's superfluous considering I automatically put one hand back onto a spoke.
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Post by Lana on Aug 25, 2006 9:08:52 GMT
"Don't worry", - I smirk and turn back to the helm, placing my hands on the wheel again. - "Where were we sailing, I forgot?"
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 18:58:26 GMT
"Calais." I remind her "As we did for the past three days" I smirk 'You're getting distracted too easily."
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Post by Lana on Aug 29, 2006 10:12:31 GMT
I laugh: "Okay, I was thinking about other things", - I tell him with a smirk.
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Post by Hannah on Aug 29, 2006 13:16:23 GMT
~from the mast some one shouts~ LAND HO!
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Post by Lana on Aug 29, 2006 17:00:05 GMT
"Woah!" - I say and squint my eyes, trying to notice the land.
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