Captain Jack Sparrow was a selfish, solitary man. Just leave him his worldly pleasures, and he was content. But this isn't a tale of adventure, nor of laughter. This is not the tale of Captain Jack Sparrow, pirate and vagabond, drunkard and fighter. No, this is the tale of Captain Jack Sparrow and the three times he almost loved, but missed his chance.
The first was as fleeting as a breath, and afterward he would question if she was ever real. A girl with brilliant blue eyes and equally blue hair, she slipped out of the sea and into his dreams for just a night. Whispering in words so soft he could barely hear her, she told him of another world, a place of a much lighter, sweeter magic than the variety he was used to. As he fell asleep, she coiled around him, her star-shine silvers and sapphire blues contrasting his earthly browns and blacks. By morning, all that was left was a tangle of seaweed and a scallop shell.
The second, of course, we all know. Miss Elizabeth Swan, governor's daughter turned pirate, a strong, brave, angry young woman who was NOT sorry, thank you very much. He loved her, and a part of her loved him as well. But for Elizabeth, it would always be Will above everyone else. She kissed him once and chained him to the Pearl, for a true captain goes down with his ship.
The third was condemned to hang, and she walked to the gallows bravely, holding herself with something like decorum, except ever so much fiercer. The crowd parted as she passed, the green eyed, towheaded slip of a girl in a bright yellow dress. A reverend stood beside the hangman, a bible in hand and sadness in his face. He hoped to save another girl from the noose. But with that same fierce decorum, she spoke her last words. "I will repent when I have done something to repent for, father." with that, her life was ended.
Captain Jack Sparrow was a selfish, solitary man. And a solitary man feels no need to mourn for lost chances. So with rum in hand and smirk in place, he went on to his next adventure.