The first time he laid eyes on her, Jack Sparrow fell hopelessly, helplessly head over heels in Love. Not merely love, love, but love with a capital L. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen. A vision of pure perfection to eyes long enamoured of the beauty of her kind. Never had he seen a lady like her. Never one to match her sublime perfection. She was dressed in white so bright as to be like to silk. Gold glimmered like gems against her sweet dark lines. Her taut laces murmured in the breeze, whispering to him, ‘Come to me, come to me, come and be my own, my own true love...’

Her waist was slender, her lithe shape a dolphin dream. Jack longed to get his hands on her, to caress those wonderful curves and feel her under him, to know she was his....

She was his Amphitrite, the mate to his Poseidon. His Argo who lead him to the Golden Fleece. His Circe, enchanting him with her siren call, her magical beauty....

But he had competition, other men would lay hands on her, seek to claim her, to own what he knew deep down was meant to be his, his and only his....

To have her Jack would have given up his freedom, his irresponsibility, even his exciting life as the Dread Pirate Jack Sparrow for the life of a boring merchant if it meant her safety. But the first time he set his hands upon her and felt her quiver to his touch, he knew better. She was the one who would join him, she was the one who would make a man of him, make him her Captain, make him the famous pirate he longed to be....

She would own him and he would willingly be her slave. For she was his pearl beyond price. His one true love.

His Black Pearl....

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