Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for which I earn no money. Pirates of the Caribbean belong to Disney
It could have been him…
Those were the words that kept going round and round his head as he stood there on that hillside, before the open door.
It could have been him…
The child even looked like him; dark hair, dark eyes, long hair to feel the breath of the wind… even a hat, a hat just like his own…
But it wasn't him…
This scene was all wrong. He wasn't the father of this child, nor the lover of the woman standing before him. If he had been, she would have had her arms locked round him and the boy's face would have been shining with delight, and not fear at this stranger who'd come to their door.
"Jack," Aaah, that voice, exactly as he'd remembered it, "what are you doing here?" Finally he looked into those eyes, but they merely looked back at him questioningly, because he wasn't the one she'd chosen…
"Ah!" Jack was jerked awake by the sound of a crash. An empty rum bottle had fallen from his bed to land on the swaying floor of the Pearl. He groaned, too much rum again last night…
The memory of his dream returned and he quickly looked down to his right, to the other side of the bed,
"Hey," He nudged his sleeping partner but received only a muffled groan in return.
"Hey!" He nudged them again, more forcefully this time.
"Hmm, Jack, what is it?" came the sleepy reply. Jack leaned across smooth skin to whisper into his partner's ear,
"I had a bad dream love, will you me make me feel better?"
"Hmph! I was ready to make you feel better last night but when I came in you were passed out from drinking all that rum!" Ah…
He leaned even closer so that his moustache tickled the shell of her ear. She had a thing about his moustache…
"I'm sorry darling. If I'd known that you'd had plans I would have waited for you, and we could have drunk the rum together. You remember how much fun that always is…"
"Hmm," Well at least she was smiling slightly now, he hated when she got mad at him, even though that happened on a fairly regular basis…
"Please, Lizzie, make me feel better from my horrible dream." He gently kissed the spot just below her ear, the curve of her neck, the tip of her shoulder…
Finally she turned over and faced him, her dark eyes glittering. She gave an exaggerated sigh before she held open her arms invitingly,
"Fine then, come here Captain Sparrow. Let me make you feel better from your nasty dream."
He smiled widely, gold teeth sparkling in the dim light,
"Yes, love," he whispered, before practically diving down to meet her lips…