Blood Waves
@sonofirishseas
It had been years since that fateful day aboard the Dutchman when his life had seemingly come to a bitter end. But if that were so, this would be the end of our story, not the beginning, and it was very much the beginning. The Beginning of the rest of his immortal life.
He had said goodbyes to the sunlight and became what it is he became. Life through vampire eyes was much different. And he had kept his distance from everything he had once loved dearly.
He watched Elizabeth grow into a strong mother, taking care of her young son while William was left at sea for 10 years at a time.
He watched the navy change Commanders at least several times after his ‘demise’.
But most of all, he watched the escapades of a certain Pirate Lord and his beloved black-hulled ship sailing the seas. Sparrow’s exploits were always of great interest to him, but even with him, a Notorious pirate blaggard --- with a heart of gold, James kept at a distance....
... usually.
Today, here in Tortuga, where naught a soul would be sober enough to notice him or care, it was too ripe of a chance to not make his presence known.
“ Well well, look what the tide dragged in. Jack Sparrow, isn't it? “
He was paler now than he had ever been, his color washed out and his skin strangely more beautiful than ever. Like a porcelain doll. His eyes that much more vibrant, and predatory, like a tiger.
