Dear Elizabeth; All My Love, Jack

18.9.1728.

Dear Elizabeth,

It hurts a little to let you go off with your new lover. I wouldn't fight our dear William for your heart--he claimed you to be his 'fore I ever set eyes upon you. I fear you might forget about me, so I left you a little something with William. It's in his pocket. It's been a week, so I wouldn't doubt if he had given it to you already. It's a shell and bead bracelet. I took some of the shells and beads from my hair for it. I cleaned them--not to worry. I never want you to forget Captain Jack Sparrow.

I have reason to believe that William is perfect for you. After all, you're both absolutely invigoratingly charming. Beautiful specimens of dark and light.

I still have to wonder, though. What if you'd come with me instead of marrying your beloved? I wonder what unimaginably brave adventures we'd have together, you and I. Perhaps we'd find ourselves with the makings of our own fleet, yes? Or possibly fighting dastardly nightmares with one of William's finely made swords? (I don't believe dear old Will is a sore loser.)

But then, maybe, just maybe, you're an invigoratingly charming specimen of a colonial woman, eh? I'd not find you wrong, if you were. Raised in the governor's mansion. What a beautiful, calm, serene life. Boring but safe.

All My Love,
Jack