After years of sailing alone and creating a one man show, I have returned to the Parl to sail Under my Former Captain, Jack Sparrow. Fortunately, I had had the oppurtunity to also Meet Barbossa prior to my lone wolf phase., and I am not the least bit surprise to hear tell that he Is a Captain now, A pirate lord, and numerous other 'whisperings'.
My name is Jonathan Flynn. I spent many years in France, searchng for the Infamous Phantom of the Opera. Whether I had found him does not pretain to the current story, but parts of my nature will prove who I have encountered...
After Ivy had been dancing around in glee all day long..
She walked below decks again. Ivy kept smiling brightly to everybody, to herself and even to the ones who didn’t care. Because she was in glee, like never before in her life. She could embrace the whole world.
With my hands in my pockets, I strolled around the deck whistling cheerfully to myself, working the day away above deck, knowing that when it was time for some other crew mate to take my place, I had a lovely Wife to retreat to. A beautiful wife who had a fair hand in cooking and a wonderful sense of companionship and tenderness.
All the riches of the world wouldn’t make me happier than I was at that moment.
Congrats to the lovley bride and ‘er ‘usband.
-Place hand over heart and bows head as if there was applause- Thank you, my good crew mate.
Ivy whispered into his ear.
“Miss Flynn likes to leave the crowd with her husband now.” She giggled.
A pleasurable shiver danced down my spine and I carried her away from the onlookers. The dress, was so beautiful. I almsot didn’t want to take it off… Almost. “Indeed, my dear. There are some rituals we need to… discuss.” We disappeared beneath the deck
-tries to recall the ceremony he had preformed for Will and Elizabeth, but was somewhat thankful they were not in the middle of a war and he had a bit of warning before he had to jump up and become a high priest-
I was dead nervous, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I…
She swallowed hard. She needed nobody to escort her. This was such a special moment for her. She would marry the man of her dreams. The one and only who she always loved. “It be fine, it be fine…” She muttered to herself through her deep red lips. Then she took a deep breath and walked on deck slowly, everything around her seemed to blurr, only Jonathan was clear. She smiled at him, shy, her cheeks blushing, like the first time when she had met him. She remembered this day like yesterday…
My breath was uneven, and I forced it to normal again before looking up to Barbossa, but he was staring behind me. Quicky following his gaze, I swear I felt my heart stop. She was Beautiful. But even that word didn’t have enough meaning. Her hair, her gorgeous hair falling around her like a wonderful curtain, her eyes so vibrant and locked to mine. Everything about her screamed- no, it sang- beauty. Suddenly, my fear was gone. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t worried that others were around. All that mattered was her, about to become my wife…
She finally arrived and stood next to him. Her gaze never leaving his. Her eyes looking right into his, constantly. She forced herself not to jump into Jonathans arms. She had to be patient. Ivy smirked at him, forming the soundless words “I love you” with her lips.
”I love you too…” I whispered, giving her a warm smile before, grudingly, looking up to Barbossa. “It’s your show, Sir.”
-mind shifted to Vanessa for a second before he snapped at Jon- Don’t say that. -He moves to stand in front of the helm, leaning against the Rail and looking down at the two- Dearly Beloved, we be gathered here today… To spit arrogantly into the face of death. -Glances to Jonathan, signaling it was his turn-
She smirked, looking at Jonathan.
”Oh! Right.” I looked back to Ivy, feeling my sheeks grow red with embarrassment as I took her hands into mine. Such soft hands, such petite hands. “Ivy Rose… Do you take me to be your Husband?”
She blushed at his gingerly touch, smiling brightly. These words sounded like a melody to her. “Yes, I do. And do you Jonathan Flynn take me to be your wife?” She said softly.
My hear jumped yet again. She said yes! “Yes…” Such a wonderful word, made better by falling from her lips and sounding from her voice. “I do…”
Above me, Barbossa cleared his throat. “Now repeat after me, Master Flynn. I take thee, Ivy, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, till death do ye part.”
I was pretty sure that part was supposed to have come before the I do’s, but I wasn;t about to correct the Captain. “I take thee, Ivy, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, and I swear we will never part.”
I ignored the Captains annoyed snarl. “As Captain, I now pernounce you Husband and wife. Ye may Kiss the bride.”
Without hesitation, I leaned closer to her, Kissing her full on the lips. A deep passionate kiss meant to seal the bonds forever more. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her, my Ivy Flynn to me and kissed her even more deeply.
She felt a shiver rush through her whole body. She was married, she was married, finally! She kissed him back, just as passionate as he did, embracing him tight. This moment was indeed flawless. “I love you, I love you so much.” She said quietly between the kisses. Then she hopped into his arms, completely filled with bliss.
Swooping her into my arms, I held her even closer, surprised my strength had seemed to have return with such a powerful moment. “I love you as well, Ivy Flynn.” I smiled at her, she was so radiant, so beautiful. So excited, and it felt so perfect that I had been there to experience her happiness. Everything was as it should be.
-tries to recall the ceremony he had preformed for Will and Elizabeth, but was somewhat thankful they were not in the middle of a war and he had a bit of warning before he had to jump up and become a high priest-
I was dead nervous, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I…
She swallowed hard. She needed nobody to escort her. This was such a special moment for her. She would marry the man of her dreams. The one and only who she always loved. “It be fine, it be fine…” She muttered to herself through her deep red lips. Then she took a deep breath and walked on deck slowly, everything around her seemed to blurr, only Jonathan was clear. She smiled at him, shy, her cheeks blushing, like the first time when she had met him. She remembered this day like yesterday…
My breath was uneven, and I forced it to normal again before looking up to Barbossa, but he was staring behind me. Quicky following his gaze, I swear I felt my heart stop. She was Beautiful. But even that word didn’t have enough meaning. Her hair, her gorgeous hair falling around her like a wonderful curtain, her eyes so vibrant and locked to mine. Everything about her screamed- no, it sang- beauty. Suddenly, my fear was gone. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t worried that others were around. All that mattered was her, about to become my wife…
She finally arrived and stood next to him. Her gaze never leaving his. Her eyes looking right into his, constantly. She forced herself not to jump into Jonathans arms. She had to be patient. Ivy smirked at him, forming the soundless words “I love you” with her lips.
”I love you too…” I whispered, giving her a warm smile before, grudingly, looking up to Barbossa. “It’s your show, Sir.”
-mind shifted to Vanessa for a second before he snapped at Jon- Don’t say that. -He moves to stand in front of the helm, leaning against the Rail and looking down at the two- Dearly Beloved, we be gathered here today… To spit arrogantly into the face of death. -Glances to Jonathan, signaling it was his turn-
She smirked, looking at Jonathan.
”Oh! Right.” I looked back to Ivy, feeling my sheeks grow red with embarrassment as I took her hands into mine. Such soft hands, such petite hands. “Ivy Rose… Do you take me to be your Husband?”
She blushed at his gingerly touch, smiling brightly. These words sounded like a melody to her. “Yes, I do. And do you Jonathan Flynn take me to be your wife?” She said softly.
My hear jumped yet again. She said yes! “Yes…” Such a wonderful word, made better by falling from her lips and sounding from her voice. “I do…”
Above me, Barbossa cleared his throat. “Now repeat after me, Master Flynn. I take thee, Ivy, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, till death do ye part.”
I was pretty sure that part was supposed to have come before the I do’s, but I wasn;t about to correct the Captain. “I take thee, Ivy, in sickness and in health, for richer and for poorer, and I swear we will never part.”
I ignored the Captains annoyed snarl. “As Captain, I now pernounce you Husband and wife. Ye may Kiss the bride.”
Without hesitation, I leaned closer to her, Kissing her full on the lips. A deep passionate kiss meant to seal the bonds forever more. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her, my Ivy Flynn to me and kissed her even more deeply.
-tries to recall the ceremony he had preformed for Will and Elizabeth, but was somewhat thankful they were not in the middle of a war and he had a bit of warning before he had to jump up and become a high priest-
I was dead nervous, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I…
She swallowed hard. She needed nobody to escort her. This was such a special moment for her. She would marry the man of her dreams. The one and only who she always loved. “It be fine, it be fine…” She muttered to herself through her deep red lips. Then she took a deep breath and walked on deck slowly, everything around her seemed to blurr, only Jonathan was clear. She smiled at him, shy, her cheeks blushing, like the first time when she had met him. She remembered this day like yesterday…
My breath was uneven, and I forced it to normal again before looking up to Barbossa, but he was staring behind me. Quicky following his gaze, I swear I felt my heart stop. She was Beautiful. But even that word didn’t have enough meaning. Her hair, her gorgeous hair falling around her like a wonderful curtain, her eyes so vibrant and locked to mine. Everything about her screamed- no, it sang- beauty. Suddenly, my fear was gone. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t worried that others were around. All that mattered was her, about to become my wife…
She finally arrived and stood next to him. Her gaze never leaving his. Her eyes looking right into his, constantly. She forced herself not to jump into Jonathans arms. She had to be patient. Ivy smirked at him, forming the soundless words “I love you” with her lips.
”I love you too…” I whispered, giving her a warm smile before, grudingly, looking up to Barbossa. “It’s your show, Sir.”
-mind shifted to Vanessa for a second before he snapped at Jon- Don’t say that. -He moves to stand in front of the helm, leaning against the Rail and looking down at the two- Dearly Beloved, we be gathered here today… To spit arrogantly into the face of death. -Glances to Jonathan, signaling it was his turn-
She smirked, looking at Jonathan.
”Oh! Right.” I looked back to Ivy, feeling my sheeks grow red with embarrassment as I took her hands into mine. Such soft hands, such petite hands. “Ivy Rose… Do you take me to be your Husband?”
-tries to recall the ceremony he had preformed for Will and Elizabeth, but was somewhat thankful they were not in the middle of a war and he had a bit of warning before he had to jump up and become a high priest-
I was dead nervous, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I…
She swallowed hard. She needed nobody to escort her. This was such a special moment for her. She would marry the man of her dreams. The one and only who she always loved. “It be fine, it be fine…” She muttered to herself through her deep red lips. Then she took a deep breath and walked on deck slowly, everything around her seemed to blurr, only Jonathan was clear. She smiled at him, shy, her cheeks blushing, like the first time when she had met him. She remembered this day like yesterday…
My breath was uneven, and I forced it to normal again before looking up to Barbossa, but he was staring behind me. Quicky following his gaze, I swear I felt my heart stop. She was Beautiful. But even that word didn’t have enough meaning. Her hair, her gorgeous hair falling around her like a wonderful curtain, her eyes so vibrant and locked to mine. Everything about her screamed- no, it sang- beauty. Suddenly, my fear was gone. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t worried that others were around. All that mattered was her, about to become my wife…
She finally arrived and stood next to him. Her gaze never leaving his. Her eyes looking right into his, constantly. She forced herself not to jump into Jonathans arms. She had to be patient. Ivy smirked at him, forming the soundless words “I love you” with her lips.
”I love you too…” I whispered, giving her a warm smile before, grudingly, looking up to Barbossa. “It’s your show, Sir.”
-tries to recall the ceremony he had preformed for Will and Elizabeth, but was somewhat thankful they were not in the middle of a war and he had a bit of warning before he had to jump up and become a high priest-
I was dead nervous, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I…
She swallowed hard. She needed nobody to escort her. This was such a special moment for her. She would marry the man of her dreams. The one and only who she always loved. “It be fine, it be fine…” She muttered to herself through her deep red lips. Then she took a deep breath and walked on deck slowly, everything around her seemed to blurr, only Jonathan was clear. She smiled at him, shy, her cheeks blushing, like the first time when she had met him. She remembered this day like yesterday…
My breath was uneven, and I forced it to normal again before looking up to Barbossa, but he was staring behind me. Quicky following his gaze, I swear I felt my heart stop. She was Beautiful. But even that word didn’t have enough meaning. Her hair, her gorgeous hair falling around her like a wonderful curtain, her eyes so vibrant and locked to mine. Everything about her screamed- no, it sang- beauty. Suddenly, my fear was gone. I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t worried that others were around. All that mattered was her, about to become my wife…
-Stands at the helm, watching the crew-
-tries to recall the ceremony he had preformed for Will and Elizabeth, but was somewhat thankful they were not in the middle of a war and he had a bit of warning before he had to jump up and become a high priest-
I was dead nervous, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I climbed to the main deck. Maybe Barbossa would keep it a quiet little ceremony. But we still needed someone to Give Ivy away. Then again, there wouldn’t have been anyone to give Christine away at Eriks wedding… I was unsure of how Ivy might want this all done. It was a beautiful time and I wanted it to be perfect for her. She deserved an absolutely wonderful wedding.
Well, the best thrown together in less then 24 hours… “Cap’n.” I gave a shy salute to Barbossa at the top of the stairs, wondering why I felt so small all of a sudden. I had faced and trained with one f the most fearsome men in all of france. I had nothing to fear, right?
Oh god, what if Ivy left me standing at the… figurative alter? Would she leave so soon again? No, of course she wouldn’t. She loved me, and I loved her. Everything would go fine…
