Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. Trust me, if would have gone differently if I did.
Note: Two days ago I had an impromptu sleepover with some friends so that we could watch all of the POTC movies. We roared with laughter and liken each other to certain characters and sung along with Jack and Elizabeth and made cupcakes with orange icing. And now, two day later and still cleaning up from the mess, this idea strikes me, hard.
Note2: I don't mind Angelica, don't get me wrong. But I just have to think she's all wrong for Jack. And a bit too soft for a pirate. And a little silly for not just running after him and getting back in the longboat XD
Enjoy (hopefully)!
There were three very solid reasons why he saved Angelica from the most terrible fate of giving her life for her even more terrible father, and not even one of those reasons was due to the Spanish lass herself.
The first reason was Jack being childish, he would readily admit that; he did it because he enjoyed the glee that arose from successfully tricking the pair into thinking they had the other cup. Such glee was why he did many things and prodded at many people, so it was a familiar and welcome swirl in the cavity wherein his heart was supposed to lie. The second was just as straight forward, though less lighthearted, relying more so on the sheer fact that if Blackbeard were allowed to live he would very likely kill and-injunction-to-or enslave him or-injunction-to-and come back to bother him another day. Jack needed the frightening man with the voodoo powers, the most hideous zombie men, and the most interestingly controlled ship gone. And so gone Jack made him go.
The third was something he didn't like to think about and wouldn't have, if he hadn't been faced with nothing to do but row the longboat and think, no rum on hand to douse his throat, and his thoughts with. The third reason had to do with a bonnie lass, a distressing damsel as it were, and her own reaction to her own father's death, or more specifically his remembered thoughts from the moment wherein that he witnessed the announcement that her father was no longer of the heart-thumping and breathing sort.
Parents should die for their children, Jack remembered thinking that fateful day down in the Locker as the lass threw herself along the railing of the Pearl and shrieked, sobbing. Children should live with their memory and love, not die for it.
Jack let this rock around in his head as he got back in the longboat and left the fuming Latin beauty shipwrecked on the quaint little island, shrieking at him. Elizabeth, he reflected suddenly, would never have just let him leave her there on an island; she would have rushed back to the longboat and shoved her way in, refusing to be left behind for anything. It was one of the reasons she made such a fine pirate, and such a distressing damsel; her stubborn vicious will to do whatever she wanted and damn anyone else. Damn him as well, as it had come to on more than one occasion.
Elizabeth and Angelica were very much alike in several ways, he mused, smiling to himself a little as the distance finally silenced the wench's screams. He had corrupted them both and caused both their father's deaths; made them into lying stealing rum-drinking pirates; turned their lives round so up was down. But the difference between lied within, truly within the matter of everything.
He was not sorry he did it, did any of it, at all.
And Elizabeth, unlike Angelica, was not sorry he did it either.
"Yo ho, yo ho," he sung quietly in time to his rowing. He wondered for a second if he would ever be rid of her in his thoughts and then dismissed it with a doubtful grin. "A pirate's life for me, matey."