Just a little Sparrabeth drabble. See if you can figure out the scenes in the snapshot pieces! I tried to pick their important moments!

Disclaimer: (crying) I don't freaking own anything okay?

Water, Earth, Fire, and Air

Their love was like water.

Falling through it. Drowning, fighting against the current. A pirate hero. Heavy, lost gown and a constricting corset.

Dress or nothing.

He had saved her that day. In multiple ways, he had saved her. Of course, little did he know she'd become his king. Yes, I said king. And now they relax in their cabin, on their bed, feeling water move beneath their feet, lapping lightly against The Pearl. It's calm and cool, for now.

Yes, their love was like water.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Their love was like earth.

Abandoned, stranded on it. Mutinous, undead crew. Dancing around a bonfire. Swaying palm trees. Sand tickling their feet. Vile, alcoholic drinks.

Drink up me hearties, yo ho.

She realized she had become a pirate that day. It was probably the only word left unspoken between them that striking night. Now they visit that island once in a while, where he was made governor, as if to reminisce about where they came from. There they are: laughing, crying, and drinking. She reminds him she was once a governor's daughter. He retorts that no, she was always a pirate. He kisses her. It's serene, but still exotic.

Yes, their love was like earth.

Their love was like fire.

Flames of desire. She was kissing him, hard. Back against the mast. Clicking of the manacles. Kraken. Kiss of death.

I'm not sorry.

He could remember that day with surprising clarity. Of course he could; that kiss was a sign of her desperate attempt to get rid of him. He had won their little game. Now they would scream at each other sometimes, so loud and heated the crew would go into hiding until they calmed down. But they wouldn't. They were too alike; he had been right. It was burning; they were irate and quick to accuse.

Yes, their love was like fire.

Their love was like air.

Up in it. Flying. They –Swann and Sparrow- were finally flying together. And she was clinging to the only solid thing left her world. Him.

Hold on.

She memorized that day. It had been a horrible, bloody battle. He had yanked her away from her dead fiancé and said to her only two words –hold on. However, those two words had been filled with so much feeling that she couldn't charge him with being a heartless wretch about Will's 'death'. Nowadays, she would stand at the bow of The Black Pearl with her arms spread wide; him standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, whispering the words of his heart in her ear. He was her Jack. She was his Elizabeth. It was beautiful and full of life and hope. Their freedom.

Yes, their love was like air.

But, then again it didn't matter much what we think, what they think, or even what I think to them. They loved each other ardently, with a passion neither could deny.

Yes their love was true.

JEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJEJE

Hope y'all liked! It's kind of like poetry in a way. If you'd like to know, air was definitely my favorite drabble to write! R&R!

Love,

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