Summary- Jack gets his two bullet wounds
You know life for jack was never as easy as he lead on. He has this amazing façade that nobody could crack, which he perfected over the years. The wear and tear of time catches up to everyone because unlike jack time needs no stamina. Fortunately for Jack he was lucky enough to endure. I have only doubted his will once and the memory is going to stay with me forever.
There was a time, or so I'm told, that the crew of the Black Pearl looked up to their captain as much as I do today. A time where they followed Jack blindly because he enchanted and motivated everyone. They won battles and sought treasure like peasants for fresh food. They're ambition probably exceeded they're capability but they would have never known it. Even the dreaded Barbossa was inspired by the quirky ways of his intriguing captain.
I bet you're wondering why I know this. Well, Jack as I have recently stated was never the happiest person and has attempted to take his life once or twice. It's not uncommon for pirates to be fed up with the life they chose.
I caught him in the act once only a month after they had stranded him on that fucking island. I was in a tavern getting lustful stares from all the men, which I was used to but all I was focused on was getting a chance to meet the famous captain jack sparrow so I decided to follow him to the back room. The window into the room he entered was more of a window into the man himself. When I saw him turn around with bloodshot eyes as he pulled a dagger out of his boot the indifference in his eyes made me want to know what had happened.
Barging in his startled face quickly turned to one of shame as he looked down at the knife in his hand. "What are you doing in here?" He asked trying to disguise his sadness with anger. "I wanted to meet you," I replied o preoccupied with the questions I wanted to ask. "Well I guess now you know the life of CAPTAIN jack sparrow isn't as great as the stories portray, huh?" he spat bitterly.
"What's your name?" he asks in a more collected manner.
"Anamaria,"
"So have you gotten what you wanted out of me, just like everyone else?"
"What?" I ask. I'm drawn in now there's no leaving.
"I had just healed," he sighed broken
I had to find out what this man was about.
You know life for jack was never as easy as he lead on. He has this amazing façade that nobody could crack, which he perfected over the years. The wear and tear of time catches up to everyone because unlike jack time needs no stamina. Fortunately for Jack he was lucky enough to endure. I have only doubted his will once and the memory is going to stay with me forever.
There was a time, or so I'm told, that the crew of the Black Pearl looked up to their captain as much as I do today. A time where they followed Jack blindly because he enchanted and motivated everyone. They won battles and sought treasure like peasants for fresh food. They're ambition probably exceeded they're capability but they would have never known it. Even the dreaded Barbossa was inspired by the quirky ways of his intriguing captain.
I bet you're wondering why I know this. Well, Jack as I have recently stated was never the happiest person and has attempted to take his life once or twice. It's not uncommon for pirates to be fed up with the life they chose.
I caught him in the act once only a month after they had stranded him on that fucking island. I was in a tavern getting lustful stares from all the men, which I was used to but all I was focused on was getting a chance to meet the famous captain jack sparrow so I decided to follow him to the back room. The window into the room he entered was more of a window into the man himself. When I saw him turn around with bloodshot eyes as he pulled a dagger out of his boot the indifference in his eyes made me want to know what had happened.
Barging in his startled face quickly turned to one of shame as he looked down at the knife in his hand. "What are you doing in here?" He asked trying to disguise his sadness with anger. "I wanted to meet you," I replied o preoccupied with the questions I wanted to ask. "Well I guess now you know the life of CAPTAIN jack sparrow isn't as great as the stories portray, huh?" he spat bitterly.
"What's your name?" he asks in a more collected manner.
"Anamaria,"
"So have you gotten what you wanted out of me, just like everyone else?"
"What?" I ask. I'm drawn in now there's no leaving.
"I had just healed," he sighed broken
I had to find out what this man was about.