Perhaps

Sometimes, at night, before I fall asleep, there is a part of my mind that tells me stories. All right, to be honest, it's most of the time. And it has been so for as long as I can remember. My stories, told to myself - and yet it almost feels like someone else is doing the telling. Lately, the stories have quite often concerned a certain pirate and a certain Commodore - not that I complain. Most of the time, I just curl up and listen, so to speak, and the stories will come, sometimes slowly, bit by bit, sometimes complete before the first word is shaped. Sometimes I try to cling to one bit or other, to carry it with me through sleep, so I can use it at a later time, if it still seems as right as it did just before sleep took me. And sometimes - very rarely - I get up and get my glasses and a pen and some paper and I write down what I am told. Last night was one of those times.

Perhaps
by Oneiriad

Disclaimer: Potc are not mine. Jack is not mine. James is not mine.

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