Summary – Jack ran away for a reason. Will anyone understand that?

The Rum bottle soaked in Blood

Jack Sparrow was not a happy Sparrow at all; in fact, not even his father was very happy with him and that could be understood. However, had it been his fault that Davy Jones had to be such a stickler that he just had to have his beastie eat him (Jack)? No, it wasn't his fault, at least, he felt pretty sure it wasn't his fault.

William and Elizabeth, along with Gibbs and Barbossa were very quiet as the two Sparrow men stared at each other, well, more like glared, glowered, were glowering at each other. Their opinions differing so much that one word would make the situation into a yelling match. Not that it would make much difference, usually talking between them did end up in yelling…and Jack stomping off for more rum just to strangle his heart.

"Well…you've done well for yourself," Grant Sparrow said.

"Aye, I have at that," Jack agreed, he was waiting to see what his father wanted.

"Are you ready to come back now?"

Ah, Jack nodded to himself, that was it.

"No, I ain't ever goin' back," he replied flatly. His accent had dropped into a Londoner's, and there was no sign that he was at all drunk though he had drunk three bottles of rum so far.

"Stop being a child, I said it then and I will say it again, this will be good for our family," Grant said.

"I ain't interested in marrying some ninny who only cares about what she'll get out of her father. All I want is my Pearl and my freedom," Jack replied.

"Son…"

"Dad..."

"Don't fight me on this,"

"I have before and I will do it again, damn it," Jack replied.

"What do you have here that you didn't have at home?"

"Freedom, to go wherever I want because I SAY SO!"

"Don't yell at me!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"You certainly haven't grown up in the time you have been away!"

"And you certainly haven't become any more open minded than you were when I married Lillian!"

"Lillian was a whore!"

"Lillian was sick and she wanted to have a husband before she died!"

"And who did she sleep with behind your back?"

"WHO GIVES A DAMN! I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO FOR HER!"

"YOU ARE A CHILD WHO DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER!"

"AND YOU'RE A OLD SEA COW WHO ONLY CARES FOR HIMSELF! LILLIAN NEEDED ME AND I GAVE HER WHAT SHE NEEDED AND SHE LOVED ME FOR IT!"

"A WHORE! YOU MARRIED A WHORE AND YOU COMPLETELY IGNORED MYSELF AND YOUR MOTHER! SARAH DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"SHE HUNG HERSELF BECAUSE YOU BLAMED HER! YOU HIT HER!"

"WHY YOU…!"

"WHAT! WHAT AM I TOO YOU?"

"NOTHING! YOU ARE NOTHING!"

"GOOD, NOW GET OFF MY SHIP BEFORE I SEND YOU TO DAVEY JONES' LOCKER MESELF!"

It was suddenly quiet all of the sudden. Neither men had anything else to say to each other. Jack grunted and grabbed another bottle of rumm off the table and preceeded to get as drunk as he possibly could get. Things never did go well for him.

Grant Sparrow humphed and stomped out of the cabin. Jack could here him order his five men to ready their boat for the trip back to the shores of Madagascar. Jack couldn't help but sigh in relief, as soon as they were gone he would order his ship in the other direction so that he wouldn't have to remember anything.

He observed the group of observers leave him to his own thoughts. He knew that they cared for him (except for Barbossa), if they didn't than they wouldn't have gone after him in hell. He was glad to have such friends…however, he broke in half because he never did have a fathers love.

THE END