Aruba, Jamaica ooo I wanna take ya
Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama
I first tried to book us in to Aruba, but there were no reward flights available when we needed them, so we moved on to Jamaica and had our honeymoon there (yes, if Jamaica had been unavailable, Bermuda was next on the list).
I'm not entirely sure why I was so insistent on a Caribbean destination. Something about the beach and the ocean breeze, combined with a total lack of urgency to do anything, seemed to make it a perfect destination for two people starting out together. Which it was. Lori and I quickly settled in to the island lifestyle of being free, not worrying about anything, and never being late no matter what time we showed up. It was a fantastic week, despite my wife's refusal to swim in an ocean full of fish (I had to push her around on an air mattress), but after our time was up we returned home and launched in to our married life of work and having kids. The only reference to our Caribbean experience was an occasional "No problem mon!"
Until 2003. The beginning of the Pirates of the Caribbean series brought the character of Captain Jack Sparrow in to our lives, and boy did he make himself at home in our house. In particular, he involved himself in every conversation, internet search, and from what I heard, about 50% of my wife's dreams (although "Steve" and "Jack" probably sound very similar when mumbled while you're asleep...yeah, let's go with that).
Now while I can be a tad protective, I'm not an unreasonably jealous man, especially when it comes to fictional characters. Johnny Depp had been around long enough (and played enough strange roles) to assure me that my wife's infatuation wasn't directed towards him, but the problem with competing against a fictional character is that they don't have to abide by the same rules. If I was a womanizing, rum drinking, unemployed scoundrel, my wife wouldn't have given me a second look. Apparently those traits are a major draw when applied to a fictional pirate.
To me though, the best part of being Captain Jack Sparrow would be the vagabond lifestyle. The freedom to pick up and go any time I want. One day Cuba, the next day St. Lucia, the next day whatever island catches my fancy, all the while battling the forces of good/evil (Did we ever figure out which side Jack was on anyways?). The ultimate life of adventure, and if it came with heroic battles, beautiful women, and a great high tempo soundtrack, then all the better.
|The actual boat used for filming Pirates 4, sailing off the shores of Hanauma Bay in Oahu.|