It's too late to Apologize (English)
Prologue
The days seemed endless.
Like a long line of intolerably boredom, isolation, hunger, thirst, hopelessness and the insanity which was making it's way through his mind.
The days became weeks. The weeks became months.
The time passed only slowly and uncertainty was gnawing him.
Where to hell was he and how he get here?
But at most:
How he could escape?
He laid on the deck of his Black Pearl and stared into the wide, strangely cold sky.
The sun was blowing merciless.
It was hot. Like ever.
Every Day it was hot, even in the shadows.
Only in the night was it different. Then it was ice cold.
In the place around him was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
There was white sand so far he was able to look. No water, no mountains, no tree, not even a leaf. Nothing!
With a sigh he stood up, walked to the railing and jumped about it onto the sandy ground.
It has become a habit of him, to make a walk through the desert every day, although he lost the hope to find a way out of it, long time ago. It was better then sitting around idle.
Even the air was stuffy, so it was difficult to take a breath and the sand under his feet was glowing. His boots couldn't protect him against it.
But he didn't stop. Walking helped him to think nothing and to forget some bad Memories.
Some very bad Memories
The usual kind deer brown eyes glanced cold at him. No pity was in them. No regret but when she was speaking to him her Voice was soft. "I'm not sorry" she meant. The chain on his shackle rattled.
"Pirate" was his mocking answer.
One word not more.
But it said more than a hundred together.
She leaved and let him back alone.
Alone to die and there was no angry in him, no hate only deep hurt and disappointment.
Jack shook his head. He didn't want to think about this. It was too painful. He wasn't able to trust someone complete again.
But in truth it wasn't too difficult, yet.
All days he was spending in this godforsaken Wasteland he didn't meet another human soul.
Jack always thought he had no problems with being alone. Now he learned that he was wrong. He hates the silence and the frightening loneliness.
With the fear came the madness. Often he was getting hallucinations, sometimes of food or rum, of humans he has known, or he still thought so and sometimes he was living his worst moments in life again. Feel the pain of these nightmares once more.
On this split of land he couldn't run away from his past. He couldn't run away from anything.
Especially he couldn't escape himself.