A Couple of Things

Pirate captains—husband and wife.   

She thought she lost love, but found it again in her husband; no song will ever convince him she loves him like he does her.         

Both sing to each other, she thinking song will make him happy; realizes it’s her love he needs.

He loves her, no matter what.

Here’s the backstory:

She was betrayed by family for something else, neglecting her. But…

She’s considering jumping the plank.

Fortunately, her husband saves her.

Husband grows tired of saving her all the time.

Song won’t make husband be loved; husband wants wife’s love; she loves him, not just for song.

The husband and wife admit hurt pasts that drew them apart; they reunite, traveling the seven seas together.

But before all this happened, the wife had a situation in which she was lured by someone—maybe the Devil—into believing the lie that the husband was better off being fought against in a pirate ship war. The wife lied to her husband, saying she was going to own another ship, that they were going to own together. By owning another ship, the wife had desired power and total control, because she had believed the lie that she was going to master her husband, as she felt the desire to be more powerful than he, as she was abused from an early age. Her father and mother neglected her, so she wasn’t worthy of any love. If she were better than her husband, then he would beg for her love, so he would have to submit to her and she would finally be worthy of love. Her husband tried to convince her she was wrong about this thing, but she rejected his words, capturing a ship from a warring pirate crew. The captain from that ship warred against the couple, almost shooting the husband. The wife ignored the husband’s cries, telling him he would lay under her on a mat of straw, begging her to come back to him. Angrily, he ordered his crew to round her up, but she bested every one of them. Jumping aboard the other pirate ship, the wife combated with this pirate captain, but when the pirate captain aimed towards her husband, she didn’t know what to do. She would throw herself in harm’s way, but the husband’s crew would blast the ship, making the pirate captain unable to steady the cannon so that the cannonball would hit the husband. The captain told the wife he had a long ugly history with this husband of hers, and she didn’t know this. Jumping back to the other pirate ship, she rescued her husband, him grateful, her smiling down at the husband. Suddenly, when her husband cried out while she was going to attack the warring pirate captain, she looked back, but boldly jumped to the other side of the war, not wanting to attack the pirate captain—wanting to save her husband—but she had to fight. So she did, all day and all night. Finally, exhausted, she picked up a gun, and shot the pirate captain. Little did the wife know that this pirate captain was a ghost, and the bullet actually hit something on deck. The wife didn’t understand how the ghosts could come about.

“Ever heard of Davy Jones’ locker?” The pirate captain cackled.

“Yes.”

Her eyes went wide. Must be his friends or something. The wife studied the ghosts of the piracy past. The wife studied and studied, aiding her wounded husband, him very grateful for the aid of his wife. He said he’d die without her, but she would go with him, letting the pirate captain shoot or—

“Wait!” The wife stood back. “They can’t hurt us! Unless…” She studied their ship that night. They were on a real pirate ship, but they were ghosts. How could the pirate captain shoot her? How could he attack them? Their hands would go right through their objects. But…

“Blast them!” She ordered, their crew attacking ferociously. The crew worked tirelessly, and then when everything settled down for once, the wife was attacked by one of the crewmates. She turned her back on the crew and faced her husband. He nodded, saying he had done something that caused the pirate captain to get vengeance on him ever since before he had gotten shot by a cannon.

“Dear, die with me.”

“Yes—I will do anything for you.”

“I as well.”

Both of them lay there, their crew abandoning ship. Some jumped into the sea below, some waited to be shipwrecked, but no matter. The pirate captain of this ship, along with his wife, lay down, waiting for death to claim them. When Death showed up, in the form of a parrot, it squawked whether this was the time to die.

“Yes, yes! Take us away.”

The parrot squawked whether the couple really wanted to die.

“Yes!” The husband screamed, and the wife used the damp cloth to cut the bleeding. The husband gently told her to accept the fact that it wouldn’t do anything. There was no point in trying to stop—

“No! Death won’t make it better. We can’t die.”

She sang to him, but he didn't want to hear her music. She wrote love songs, but he burned them all. She didn't give up, loving him more and more, but he wanted her to understand. She refused, singing the only way. One day, he hobbled to war, refusing to listen to her. He then turned around, patience glistening in those sea-green eyes. "We must do what we here for."

"You going to die?"

"Yes."

"Please--I love you. I'm--my songs. Please?"

“No—it’s the only way.”

“Don’t do this, honey. We’re together, forever.”

“Even in death!”

“No. I’ll save you.”

She did, and the husband took a long time to be grateful. But when the wife asked whether they should be together, he didn’t want to say now. He wanted to die with her. Death would take him away from the other captain’s vengeance. He just wanted a peaceful life. Not like this, warring forever.

“If we die, we’ll—”

“Be free. I’ll be free. You’ll be free.”

“Freedom can happen here. On earth.”

“You sure?”

“Aye!”

The husband and wife abandoned their already damaged, neglected ship, and left the ghosts alone. Told them to leave. They didn’t, but it didn’t matter. They were ghosts. But the couple wasn’t. They didn’t have to fight. They just had to give it all up. But the husband and wife’s love for each other was as real as they were.

“Bye!”