It's an odd little fic, but hey, it's there. Enjoy. I own no one.
Me, Captain Jack Sparrow. I've done many things in my life. Most illegal with horrendous results. But I'd do it all again. Over, and over and over. No matter what anyone offered to me, I'd do it again. I love my life, all the mistakes I've made, all the things I've done, people I've robbed, women I've, eh, nevermind.
I've fought my own battles, no one's ever done it for me. I've learned to be strong. I am strong. No one can hurt me. Ever. I have learned more than man ever should have to know. Done things no one should ever have been forced to do. My past is full of horrors, battles, that may never be won…
I have scars as proof of what I've done. All over me. As I stand in the water, my element, my home, her cool fingers trace my scars, the one on my stomach. That one I got when I first met Sao Feng. Stupid bitch. Yeah, it's a she. She always hated her identity. Knew her as a kid. Off topic. I remembered the slash on his flawless skin. The blood seeping through, the eerie lack of pain…
The huge one on his back. It still tickled. That was the battle I'd fought with Davy Jones. As expected my quick tongue had got me in trouble, despite all the times I'd heard to keep my tongue in check, and to take care that someone might slice it off. I'd replied, I do, all the time. I remembered the double re-curved blade pressing down, and missing my spinal cord. I remembered faintness. I remembered darkness, but no pain.
I could spend all year talking about my hair raising escapades and wounds and scars, but that would be a waste of time. All that mattered was that time knew what had happened. The most important scars were the oldest. On my wrist. I remembered every night, listening to my parents argue downstairs. I remember my favourite blade. Silver, stolen. I remembered the quick slashes… I remembered the bliss, I remembered the lightness. I remembered the silence.
I can't think of anything more significant. That knife meant everything to me. It was a symbol of resistance. My parents wanted me to grow up to be a gentleman. Bleargh. Can't imagine being a girly pfft.
But like I said, I can't recount my life, it'd take too long, sitting here inside the kraken. I know when my life will end. And I know I'll choose it. But this buggering monster won't kill me. I wont' die. Not now. Never…
I know… extremely odd. I have no idea what compelled me to write this but anywho. REVIEW!