This is probably the longest chapter yet. Here's to all my friends, hope you all enjoy. (yes, FF.N friends too)

I don't know who this is by, but it's most probably Ana. I… think…

Why did I join his ship, his crew, you may ask. I joined him because of something I saw in him. I mean, he never really showed much emotion except joy… But still. A human being's soul is on display through his eyes. And I saw them. I have noticed one thing about Jack Sparrows, other than his obvious cunning, looked, wit, humor, loyalty and sensitivity (kind of) he never looked a person in the eye. Never. But I did once. It was a truly amazing experience.

It was a warm night. I was unsure of the weather. It was supposed to be cold. It was my turn to steer the ship through the night. I felt a storm coming. It was in the wind. In my worry, I went down to Jack's cabin, where he was sleeping. I was only able to get in because I was trusted with an extra key.

I found him asleep inside, covered in a thin blanket. I gently pulled off his blanket and put my hands on his shoulders. Just then I realized that he was shirtless. Colouring, I shook him awake. His kohl lined eyes flickered open.

I was stunned. Really. His eyes, I'd never known that they were blue. It was amazing. They were in so many different shades, so many hues. It was like, like the ocean. Yes, that's it. Like the ocean. I could have stared into his eyes for hours at end. I mean it. I gazed into them, hands on his shoulders, shocked for at least 2 minutes. It was like they were constantly changing. Really. They shifted from light blue to dark blue. I just realized, whenever he was happy, his eyes were sparkly, and when he was normal, they were dark.

Other than the ocean, they reminded me of the night sky. But there was more to it. Underneath all that, under all the colours in his personality, I saw pain. Pain, and sorrow, and anger, and hate, and love, and sympathy, and kindness and strength. I'd never even known he'd possessed all these qualities. Magical. I could have stared, as I said before, for hours, but I was jolted out with a crack of thunder.

I backed off, slightly embarrassed. I led him to deck, where he looked me in the eye, for the first time of his own accord, and grinned his usual grin, and said, "I feel a storm coming." Typical Jack. But the strange thing is that I never could forget. I never did let go the image of his eyes. Never. They're burnt into my eyes and remain, like a moving picture. I'll never forget the time I saw Jack, as a human…

Ok, I hate it. I like the idea, but something's wrong. GAHHH. I hate myself. Nevermind. Shall work harder. REVIEW!