Author's Note: This is incredibly random, yes! It was orginally part of a series, but the last three oneshots in the series died (don't ask): the point is, this is the last one. Also, it's a really big stretch calling the oneshots a series; any of them can be read without any of the others. The oneshot that's following this is one of my favourites in this; the idea of post-DMC oneshots aren't terribly orginal, but how many thoughts of Gibbs do yah see?
Disclaimer: Nothing, folks. Absolutely nothing.
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Belief
Joshamee Gibbs had never noticed the stars. He had just never found the need to look up at the heavens and go all God-lovin' on himself.
And now, when he finally did stop to take the time to say a sailor's prayer for an old friend, it was for the worst possible reason—Besides being dead himself, that is. He was a selfish pirate, after all…
He never thought he'd see the day where his captain, his old friend, Jack Sparrow, wasn't alive and drunk. And yet that day was upon them, and the knowledge of that lay heavy on everyone's heart.
Even Pintel and Ragetti, men who only a year ago wanted him dead, were moping around. Man-crying, Gibbs called it.
Gibbs wasn't crying, was grieving too deeply, wasn't sighing in sadness. The only thing the old pirate did was stare at the sky, and stay silent. Jack was gone now, but Gibbs had to believe he wouldn't always be gone.
After all, he was leaning against the mast of a ship, on his way with the others to rescue Jack from World's End. Tia Dalma had sent them, and Gibbs knew the mystic woman wasn't one to send them on a fool's errand.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gibbs watched the new captain of their crew. Hector Barbossa hadn't told them how, but the formerly cursed pirate captain hadn't stayed dead long. Somehow, he had been brought back to live amongst the livin'. Gibbs felt the urge to laugh.
If Barbossa could do that, why couldn't Jack Sparrow?
Chuckling a bit—though he would deny he was a chuckler if anyone ever said otherwise—Gibbs turned and looked again up the stars, burning less and less brightly each second Jack wasn't among them, and muttered the sentence old sailors say as a way of mourning a friend.
"If anyone could've best the devil, Jack, I'd have thought it a' been you."
Suddenly, Gibbs remembered just who he was thinking about. He shook his head slowly as a smirk appeared on his lips.
Of course Jack Sparrow could best the devil.