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She came from the ocean,

this wild girl from the sea,

her hair flowing southwards,

she walked towards me.

A west to east smile,

with eyes steely grey,

like a storm in the distance,

rolling in from the bay.

We kissed with the sunrise,

made love when it set,

a promise by moonlight,

came dawn, my regret,

He left for the ocean,

this boy from the land,

his spirits soar northward,

his heart in her hands.

“When Margaret died, I summoned as much honor as a worthless blackguard ever could. I placed the infant in an orphanage, never to see her again. I thought the ruby might afford her some ease in life…but I never imagined she’d take those scribblings and make a life of her own.”

—Hector Barbossa, POTC: Dead Men Tell No Tales

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