(A/N: I always thought Captain Jack Sparrow had a vulnerable side to him that he never let anyone see…so here's how that thought turned into a story! R&R please! Oh and I totally don't own any of the characters! Do you really think if I owned Captain Jack Sparrow that I would waste my time writing fan fiction about him!? R&R!!)
He let out a sigh. Alone. Once again. How come this seemed to be nothing new for him? Oh, that's right, because for such a long time now he had been alone. Sure, he could always pretend there was someone, or many different people, around him. But pretending did tend to get painful and he, to be honest, was getting quite sick of it! He would rather be around that bloody William than suffer this fate. He'd do anything to escape the fate Lizzie had left him to.
His heart had skipped a beat when she had leaned in and kissed him. He wondered to himself 'could this really be happening?' OF COURSE IT COULDN'T BE HAPPENING! He had just gone and done something stupid, just like that bloody blacksmith.
There was a part of him that wanted Elizabeth more than anything right now. To hold her in his arms, and know for certain something in this place was real. He wanted to hear her voice, which was the last human noise he ever heard before he was killed and swallowed whole. He shuddered at the mere thought of it.
Captain Jack Sparrow was getting sick of Davy Jones' locker. He could no longer deny it. Pirates had told the tale about the locker and how terrible a fate it was, but he never believed them. He thought he could survive alone, hell, he thought he could do better alone! What a fool he had been! Plus, there was no rum around to help him pass the time. Though he hated admitting it, he loved his rum. Sometimes it seemed to be his only friend in the world. Sure, it sounds crazy, but its true…to him at least. The rum was always there to make him feel better when he was about ready to be a pansy and cry. The rum made everything better! He would forget his problems and the bleak world he was in when he had rum. But without it…now being in Davy Jones' locker was probably the worst thing the captain had ever had to face.
He couldn't deny himself the fact that it seemed no one was loyal to him anymore. His rum was gone, the only girl he ever trusted even in the slightest had kissed him and killed him, none of his friends seemed real. Shaking his head, Captain Jack let out a sigh of despair and stared ahead at the endless sand that lay ahead of, behind, and to each side of him. When was he going to get out of this rotten place!?
He closed his eyes for one brief moment, and for that tiny half of a second, pain was visible on the pirate's face. But just as quickly as it had appeared there, it vanished. He opened his chocolate brown eyes once more and sighed. He held his head up and walked across the deck of the Black Pearl that had come to the Locker with him. He could stay here for a little while longer, even for eternity, but not for any longer could he be so down and depressed. He was, after all, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Captain Jack Sparrow does not feel pain. Nor does Captain Jack Sparrow show any signs of vulnerability or emotion. He was not the type to outwardly communicate what he was feeling. He was a strong and fearsome pirate, who had looked death and damnation in the eye and laughed at it. He was powerful, and he knew that his crew would come to get him, somehow and someday. They were loyal to him; he felt it in his heart. He smiled and then walked, hoisting the sails though there was no wind.
He was Captain Jack Sparrow, and he was strong enough to make it through this pain and heartache.
(A/N: what'd ya think!? I know it was kind of short…sorry about that! R&R pretty please!!)