Sleep in the Caribbean

The explosive airflow made the big tree shake violently, and he hugged the little me tightly in his arms.

I just realized him, and his sudden quickness was protecting me.

My heart felt a little distressed.

"Are you okay?" He let go of me, and asked this question he asked the second time with a smile.

There were leaves and dust in his hair, but he looked taller and handsomer to me.

Then, more shells exploded in the harbor, on the coast, and around us.

I panicked, such a loud noise was something I had never heard before.

He rubbed my hair and plugged my ears.

When everything calmed down a bit, he stood up, and I saw the sword, gun and compass hanging on his waist.

pirate.

The term came to my mind.But did not dare to shout out.

He picked up his hat and put it on, then bent over and straightened mine.

"Come home, PET, this is not for you." He rubbed my hair again, and then walked towards the gunfire-rumbling port with a confident expression.It looks a little heroic.

I realized that whether he was a pirate or something, he just saved my life.

"What's your name?" I stayed behind him and asked softly.

"JackSparrow, POPPET." He turned around and looked back at me, and told me his name bluntly with a masculine magnetic voice, then gesticulated with his orchid finger and pointed at me, "Maybe you You can call me Captain, CaptainJackSparrow!"

He gave me one last smile, and without looking back, disappeared into the smoke from the shells.

I stood there in a daze for a long time, wondering if I would see him again one day in the future.

JACK. . .

But the more intense gunfire and artillery fire brought me back to my senses.

It seems that it is too late to send the gun to Mr. White, the war has already started, and I think I should go home.

But when I ran all the way back to the shed area, I saw a fire and desperate people fleeing in all directions.

The ominous premonition in my heart was burning strongly, and I tried my best to avoid the reverse flow of people and rush back to my home, that temporary but warm home.

But when I arrived, I saw only burning and collapsed houses.

Here it was implicated by shells.

I rushed over frantically, ignoring the houses and flames that continued to collapse, because I heard Little White's cry.

And I did find little White. She was held tightly by two hands, safe and sound, but the owner of those familiar hands was buried under the rubble.

"No!!" I yelled desperately, trying my best to move away the bricks and logs that were pressing on Mrs. White, "No... Madam, you will be fine..." I silently recited, but hated my own words Weak and weak.

When I finally saw Mrs. White's face, she was so bloodied and dying that I couldn't bear to look any further.

"Mrs. White..." I couldn't help myself, tears rolled down my face.

"Take her away...to the town...take her away..." and the weak Mrs. White couldn't even open her eyes to look at me, "Take her away...to a safe place..." just kept repeating this In a word, at this moment, what this great mother is thinking about is her child.

"Okay...Okay, don't worry..."

After hearing my unfinished promise, she finally let out her last breath and stopped talking.

"Mom..." I regretted that I didn't call out this title in the end.

Not so long ago we were laughing together, now we are forever separated.

I hate pirates, I hate the incompetent army, I hate the injustice of the heavens for causing innocent and kind people to die in vain, and I hate my incompetence for not even being able to protect the closest relatives.

But the relentless artillery fire did not allow me to stop and cry.

I couldn't stop my tears, so I could only wipe away my tears, then picked up poor little White, and forced the rumbling gunfire to run non-stop.

I held onto the crying little White tightly, and ran to the town as Mrs. White said.

But my short, weak legs were obviously not fast enough, nor could I support my body.

I felt another shell explode beside me.

I was protecting White, just like Jack was protecting me before, and was thrown into the air.

I seemed to be burned, my whole body was in pain like a fire, and my strength was slowly dissipating.

Instead of looking at the bloody wounds, I looked at the little White in my arms, who was safe and sound, and even smiled sweetly at me.

Unspeakably relieved, and Mrs. White's words rang in my ears.

"Take her away...to a safe place..."

So I tried my best to stand up again.

Maybe I'm weak, but I still have the ability to protect her who is weaker than me. Whether it's out of gratitude or something, I have to let little White live.

"You'll live, little White." I smiled down at her lovely.

I continued to run forward, regardless of the tearing pain in my legs and even my whole body.

I know that there is a line behind me, small, bright red footprints.

Many faces came before me, Mrs. White, the good sailor, and many others whose names I could not remember, circling in and out of my vague memory.

And JACK.

In my blurred vision, JACK's figure suddenly became clear.

"JACK...don't leave me..."

At this moment I murmured helplessly, and I realized what that meant.

Just when I vaguely saw the houses in the town, all the strength in my body was finally exhausted.

I fell on my back and let Little White lie on top of me.

His vision gradually dimmed, but certain things seemed to become clearer.

There seemed to be more people around, they took the little White in my arms away, and looked at me with expressions that I couldn't see clearly.

Is it pity or what.

That'll do it, I thought, and I found myself smiling.

As the day grew darker, I found myself pulled out of my aching body by something.

"Don't leave me...JACK."

When all was silent and dark, I uttered my last words.

I saw my body being thrown into the dark and deep sea.

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Tom and I always seem very cheerful and lively.

Although I know he also has his own career and family pressure,

But he still tried his best to make me happy and let me forget JACK.

But I can't help but see Jack's smiling face

He never asked me about my past and my relationship with Jack, instead he catered to all my material needs.

Splendid clothes and ornaments, expensive food and wine, the service of servants and the most intimate care.

He even ignored his family's objections and insisted on marrying me, a foreign woman of unknown origin with the name of a pirate ship.

All this really softened my heart.

From being cold at the beginning to gradually smiling at him recently.

I can't describe the joy and the childlike gleam in his eyes when I smiled at him.

"I don't deserve it, Tom, there's no reason for you to do it," I told him.

"You don't need a reason to love you, Blake, because you are who you are."

His gentle words and expressions are what countless ladies dream of.

He may not be an upright man, but he will indeed be a tender and warm husband.

And I seem to have no right to complain about anything.I was pretty much at their mercy.

The red tape was something I had never heard of, and while it wasn't difficult, it was clearly out of my nature.

But I still accept it.

"What an honor it is that you are marrying Mr Tom to-morrow, miss."

The maid who was fitting my clothes spoke to me with envy and a little sarcasm.

But I don't respond as usual.

Indeed, I was even a humbler person than her before, so what else can I argue for myself.

A godsend.

I couldn't believe that the woman in the white wedding dress before me was me.

My long, straight hair was pulled up, and the somewhat heavy white veil still couldn't hide the sparkle of pearls from the tiara.The off-the-shoulder wedding dress made me uncomfortable, and the wide skirt and skirt made me feel like I was handcuffed.But overall it looks good. The snow-white wedding dress and delicate makeup make my face pale and transparent.

I look a little harsh.

Tom said the outfit was to match my name, Pearl.

But he didn't know that I should be black.

This reminds me of the night I wore their clothes on the Black Pearl.

According to the rules, Tom can't see me in the near future.

But I don't feel it, maybe it's unfair to him.

But my heart can't lie to itself.

I just obey and reciprocate, not including giving my heart.

I guess it's dead.

When an old man helped me into the church, I was still numb as if I was still in a dream. I didn't even know if the old man was Tom's father or someone else.

I admit that I never paid any attention to them.

Gorgeous wedding, everything is beautiful for granted.

The people around were applauding, but I understood that their expressions were full of disdain and no blessing at all.

I have fantasized about many things, such as my life experience, children,