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Post by Lauren on Jul 22, 2008 15:32:42 GMT
I just smirk, her words only confirming what I already thought - the best way to get at Jack Sparrow was by taking away the thing he loved most - his freedom.
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Post by Daz on Jul 22, 2008 16:00:14 GMT
"He's an odd man."
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Post by Lauren on Jul 22, 2008 16:01:19 GMT
"Never doubted it," I smirk.
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Post by Daz on Jul 22, 2008 16:05:16 GMT
"Hm." Is all I manage to reply. The conversation seems rather weak to me.
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Post by Lauren on Jul 22, 2008 17:03:12 GMT
I stand up, restlessly and walk across the room to stand at the window instead.
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Post by Daz on Jul 23, 2008 23:55:54 GMT
I pay little attention as she does so. To be honest, the last few days I've been in and out of daydreams, so much so, that I doubt I make a very good companion to anyone. Not even to an old piece of dirftwood.
Silently I watch faded images of a man in my mind. A lot more handsome, I'm sure, than I first knew. In my mind he's always looking at me. Those deep, dark eyes never peel away from my own. And it takes my breath away. The thrill of his company. The adventure and the lust.
Before I know it, as always, reality seeps back into my head, cutting our moment short.
He drifts away again. In the seconds that seem an enternity in my mind, he finally steps back. His scent grows softer. His eyes are only upon the horizon of my fictional, blue ocean.
I speak but he can't hear me. He can never hear me. Not above the rush of the waves.
And I die a little inside.
Over and over again.
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Post by Lauren on Jul 24, 2008 5:06:00 GMT
I stare at her, eyebrow raised, watching the strange expression on her face.
"What are[/i[ you thinking about?" I question her again.
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Post by Daz on Jul 24, 2008 12:22:01 GMT
".. You've asked that question like 3 times in a row, I swear." I stare up at her, "What are you? A shrink?"
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Post by Lauren on Jul 24, 2008 12:23:51 GMT
I shrug. "I just wondered what the hell is so interesting in that mind of yours that you keep drifting off to,"
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Post by Daz on Jul 24, 2008 12:53:19 GMT
"A lot of things." I shrug, "I tend to think a lot. About a lot of things." I ramble.
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