There's more than one salt on that ship what owes his life to me.
It figures...Thirteen bloody years of being apart from the Pearl, and I finally get her back. I finally get her back, only to have her stolen again.
Bloody pirates.
My normally clever mind sees no way out of this. Not surprisingly, I am terrified of what appears to be my impending doom headed straight for me. Although, it could be worse. There's always the Locker....
So this is it, then. The Locker or the Abyss; I cannot choose. Each is equally as horrifying.
But maybe they are sailing the Pearl around the island and as soon as the Royal Navy leaves they'll come for me!
Then again, it's not like I can jump ship and swim around until they find me. I'd either drown or end up marooned with all the riches in the world, unable to spend them. And now that the curse is all used up (and the fact that I enjoy food, drink, and pleasurable company), that option for immortality is out.
Goddamnit! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, for the love of God! My crew, most of all Gibbs, should realize I would have left the island alive! So why the bloody hell would they leave me for the hangman's noose?
...They've done what's right by them.