I look into his eyes, dark, but still full of light. Full of hope...full of what i some day wish to attain. Jack Sparrow...this man...this pirate...has touched me in ways i didnt know I could be touched. No, he didnt touch me physically, but emotionally in some way. As Commadore, I'm supposed to be strong...however...this Sparrow character makes me weak. I want to run away with him. Leave my responsibilities behind me, and just..be free..like him...but I cannot...

That goes against everything I've been tought. I must control my emotions, even if they happen to be love. I know he doesnt love me...I know he only has eyes for the blacksmith...but one day...one day I'll tell him just how I feel...how he makes me feel. One day...I shall...one day...

Until then, I'll stay here and pretend to be unmarked by his presence, unseen by his gaze, and unaffected by his erogenous personality.

"Fine day, is it not Commadore?"

Not as fine as you my love...but you shall one day know of my feelings...perhaps today is that day! "Its fine..Pirate.." ...perhaps not...maybe tomorrow...