I remember days full of restlessness and fury
I remember nights that were drunk on dreams

He remembered watching her from the shadows as she paced back and forth across the deck, her boots making almost no noise as she did so. He wondered how she could make no noise when she was stomping around probably annoyed with him.

“Love, you really should get some sleep.” The words fell from his lips easily as if he spoke with out thinking when he meant every word.

“Bugger off.” Her words had a sting that pierced his heart. It wasn’t the words themselves that pained him it was her tone. What ever he did he had to make it up to her. He stepped out of the shadows and walked in front of her holding onto her shoulders to make sure she couldn’t move.
“What’s wrong, love?”  He was looking her dead in the eyes and watched as a small spark of something flashed within the emerald iris before falling back into the twisting mass of sea that said she was angry.

“I said bugger off.”

“That’s not the answer to the question I asked.”

“Bugger. Off.” She took the time to enunciate each word as if he didn’t understand before she pushed around him and towards the edge of the ship to gaze into the water. He let out a frustrated groan from chapped sunburned lips before walking over to her.

“What did I do this time?” His voice was quiet, questioning, and almost apologetic. He couldn’t see her face or her eyes but he was sure that she was still glaring at the ocean because of him.

“Everything.” She had lowered her tone, it still had that edge of a dagger hidden within it but it didn’t dig as deeply into his heart. He winced ever so slightly and let another breath of air slip out and mingle with the cool breeze of the night. He had seen her glance at him from the corner of her eyes before she slumped against the deck and looked straight up. A slightly puzzled look crossed his face as he sat next to her and looked up at the twinkling diamonds that littered the sky.  
“Oh.” He diverted his gaze long enough to see the way the full moon cast it’s pale light across her body illuminating it as if she was part of it. He saw the way the wind lightly ruffled her ember hair and the black bandanna that he could only assume came from the sails of the Pearl. It was almost like she was an illusion coming to haunt him and his dreams.

I remember someone who hungered for the glory
I remember her, but it seems she's gone

“Jack, come on, we can find the treasure of Isla De Muerta. We’ll be praised for ever. We’ll live like gods. Well a god and a goddess seeing as I am in fact female.”

“Really, love? I hadn’t noticed.” His voice was light and playful and she gave him a pointed look and a playful eye roll.

“And I’ve already lived like a god. The people worshipping me tried to release me from my fleshy prison.”

“Not like that kind of god. Like a god among pirates. Like…The Pirate king.” He had to admit the way she was begging to risk her life for a treasure that probably didn’t exist in a place that no one could find unless you knew where it was, was pretty endearing.

“Pretty please with rum on top?”  She gave him the look. Not just the look, but the entire thing with the eyes and the pout.

“Okay okay. Just..Stop with the look, Savvy?”

“Aye aye Captain.”

Dark brown eyes gazed around the room. He almost called her name when he caught a glimpse of fiery orange hair before he realized that she wouldn’t be here. She was probably dead. With that he chugged down the rest of the rum in his rusty worn out tanker and headed for the inn stumbling slightly and having to rely mostly on walls to keep his balance. He collapsed onto the bed pulling the pillows under his head and passed out.

Where's the girl? Where's the girl with the blaze in her eyes?
Where's the girl with that gaze of surprise?

“You..You mean it?”

“Every word love.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with surprise and she stood proudly at the helm of the pearl. She ran her fingers carefully over every inch of the wood as he came to stand behind her resting his hands on top of hers as he directed her into the sunset that played pinks and oranges against the ocean. He felt her lean against him and had to smile even the slightest bit. He was sure that she was grinning fiercely and knew within that moment that she would make a good captain. He moved his hand from hers and pulled his hat off of his head and plopped it onto hers. She looked up at him curiously from under the brim of the hat.

“You can’t be captain with out a hat.” He smiled as she blushed lightly and focused a head of them and he went back to resting his hands lightly against hers.

Now and then I still dream she's beside me

Where's the girl who could turn on the edge of a knife?

He shifted slightly enough that if there was a person in the room with him they could lay down. He dreamed of her, of the nightmare. She was a nightmare that he regretted and probably would for the rest of his life.

“Don’t you ever say that again.” He saw tears welling up in her eyes as he was forced against the wall of the ship, a dagger pressed harshly against his throat. He swallowed and licked his lips.

“Love, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He was pleading and she just glared at him and a few crystalline tears rolled down her cheeks as she pulled the knife away and hugged him tightly. She rested her head against his chest, arms underneath his trench coat, holding him close to her.
“Shh, it’s alright, Love. No need to cry.” He held her against him, nuzzling the top of her head, placing feather light kisses on it until she relaxed enough that the tears stopped falling.

Where's the girl who was burning for life?
I can still feel her breathing beside me

He watched as she jumped and bounded with unusual grace helping everywhere at once with a smile plastered on her face as if helping pull things up was the best thing in the world. She was so full of life. That was just one of the many things he loved about her.

He could still remember the way it felt with her stretched across his lap, head on his shoulder, breath tickling his neck, as she breathed deeply in her sleep. He could still remember the way every time they got a moment together; away from every one else, she would hug him as if it was the last time.