Captain Jack Sparrow would never forget the day he first saw the Red Bird. A slender young man... Well, he later learned she was actually a young woman, dressed in the bright red uniform of a Navy sailor. Her collar, washed a dazzling white, bounced with each light step. She was already wearing high-heeled boots back then. She had always loved high-heeled boots. The pointed heels, a full seven centimeters high, struck the deck with a crisp click, while the little red patches on the toes of her black boots fluttered up and down like birds. She watched him, twin blades in hand, her green eyes brimming with laughter. But what drew him in was something else, buried deep in her eyes. It was the first time he had seen that something in anyone else's eyes. That same longing as his own: a bird's longing for freedom and distant shores.
“Hey.” With effortless grace, she knocked out every pirate who tried to stop her with the backs of her blades, then leaped in front of Sparrow, who was at the helm. “Jack? Captain Jack Sparrow?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Yeah. Before you stands the greatest captain on all the seas of Picasso, Captain Jack Sparrow,” he replied proudly, lifting his chin. He was just as young then.
“Hummm. Good, it's you. I was worried I'd found the wrong person.” She narrowed her eyes with a smile and ran her tongue over one of her little pointed canine teeth. The next second, the Red Bird had flown right in front of Jack. Through the gaps between flashes of steel, Jack saw that she was still smiling with narrowed eyes.
“Great Captain Jack Sparrow, someone has offered me a thousand pounds for your head.”
Waiting for updates at the bottom of the pit
Annette's backstage is very tough... Your captain won't steal the chicken but lose the rice [laughing and crying]
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