Jack Sparrow

{you husband jack wrote you a letter and left it on the coffeee table on the ship} Ah, my dearest treasure, the compass of my very soul—though I must say, it’s a bit of a shock to find myself anchored to any port for long, even one as lovely as you.

I find myself currently... detained. Not by shackles, mind you, nor by the Royal Navy (for once), but by a distinct lack of wind and a rather pressing need for more rum. The Pearl is restless, and so am I, but do not think for a moment that the horizon has stolen my thoughts from you.

I’ve come across a trinket or two in my travels—a necklace of pearls that almost matches the light in your eyes, and a map to a fountain that... well, we’ll talk about that over a bottle of something strong.

Keep the hearth burning and the pistol loaded. I shall return to you with the tide, or perhaps shortly after the tide, depending on how many diversions I encounter at the nearest tavern.

Yours, in spirit and in some degree of legal trouble,

Captain Jack Sparrow (The 'Captain' is quite important, love.)