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The First Day of the Rest of Your Life
Written for the 'First Day' Drabble Challenge

by Lorraine
September 30, 2005

Jack Sparrow wiped the dripping blood from his cheek and watched his ship sail off without him. Defeat and despair tugged at his sleeves, crowded him with their insistent demands. He took their hands and willfully inserted a third companion between the two. Hope. All four of them watched until the distant speck on the horizon was no more.

Hector Barbossa took the coin in his hand and held it up to the light. He felt different already, though he could not define how, exactly. His life would be different now, with all this gold, that was sure. He started planning exactly what he would do in the first port they came to.

Weatherby Swann stepped off the dock in Portsmouth onto the waiting ship. Emily was gone and without her, England held no charm for him anymore. Perhaps the warm climate of Jamaica would warm his heart in her stead. He watched Elizabeth already getting in the sailors' way, climbing the rigging. At least that hadn’t changed.

Will Turner entered the dimly lit workshop, lined with tools whose names he didn't know and iron and steel products he couldn’t imagine anyone making. The Browns stood close by him, he smelling of smoke and sweat and rum, she smelling of bread and soap and lavender. His home and his life now. Resolutely, he turned to follow them inside.

James Norrington, Captain, Royal Navy listened to the shrilling of the bosun's pipes as he came up the side of his command. His command. He'd never thought the day would come so soon. The Interceptor. Fine name for a ship. He strode along her decks, inspecting everything. Fine ship. He was grinning broadly inside though he kept his visage stern.

Elizabeth Swann excused herself from dinner early, claiming headache. James was a fine man. A fine man. So why didn't her heart beat fast for him like it did every time she saw Will? What was wrong with her that she couldn’t be happy with what she had? She opened the hidden drawer and stared at the dusty medallion within. She went to sleep and dreamed of pirates.

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