The Captain

On a beautiful day, a ship landed near the shore. The villagers stood on guard, prepared for anything that might come. Though with a huge skull painted on a black cloth as their flag; their pride, what they hold on to; their life; these pirates came offering peace. All they wanted was to regain their strength and restock their food supply and tools for their next voyage. So the pirates and the villagers had a deal. No one from either side would cause any harm to the other if none from either cause any harm to one another.

For the first few days, the villagers were afraid. Very afraid. It was not like no pirates had attacked the village before. Though these men came offering peace and made a deal, the suspicions firing in the villagers heart could not be extinguish easily. They are, after all, called pirates. And no one would be stupid enough to believe in a pirate's words. However, none can deny the strong willingness to believe in their words this time. Including me.

Maybe my feelings towards the pirates were clouded with my silly dreams to be one of them. The freedom they have to sail away with no worries surrounding them, oh who would not dream of such a life. I know, however, that it is impossible for me. I'm a girl. I could never be one of the pirates.

Soon, the villagers and the pirates no longer exchange suspicious looks but greetings. The word pirate, brought no negative feelings anymore. Now, my story is not about how we should not judge a book by its cover. No, no. The Captain.

Captain, as he is called, is the captain of the pirates. One might have the impression that he has a hook for his right hand, black dirty curly hairs with gold teeth and a belly to match but how wrong one could be. Captain, has clean cut hair, with perfect eye-blinding white teeth and an impressive physique to match. In other words, Captain is perfect.

One who has a look that was carved in the heavens. One who knows his way with words. One with manners. One with excitement oozing from all around him. One who can charm his enemies away. One who stole my precious away. Oh the captain. In a short period of time, he managed to. Without a fight, I surrendered. My precious was all his, and his to own. But the captain knows not. The captain knows not.

Captain often tells us tales from around the world. And one would not miss the admiration in the ladies eyes. One would not be such a fool to slip and offered the dearest thing of theirs. One would always keep their feet on the ground and not fly away with the music the cupid played. One would not be such fool. Oh yes, one would miss out on life.

I build up my courage for quite a while. With encouragements and positive thinking, I tried. However, no matter how high the courage I built, I still fear Captain would look away. I fear Captain would throw my precious away. Though I know Captain. I know. I still fear.

I let myself argue in my head for days and days to come until finally, the day came for the pirates to leave for their next voyage. It is now or never, I told myself. I ran with all my might. The villagers were all crowding the ship, offering last advices and bidding them goodbye. I searched for Captain. I saw Captain. I waved. Captain smiled. And Captain left with it, my precious. I waved.

We might never see each other again but I would not trade these memories for anything. Not even for the most valuable thing on the planet. I do not feel like I lost something though my precious went with him. For my precious does not belong to me to begin with. My precious is his, and his to own. Though he knows not. He knows not.

I will wait for you, Captain. I will wait for you to realize that you own my precious. For every beatings, it beats for you. For now, I can only let the wind carry my words to you.

Ahoy Captain, we will meet again and the cupids will sing.