Bullet Wound
(Three Yrs. Earlier)
Tortuga was uneasily quiet that night. The calm before the storm, at least that's everyone was saying.
Acelyn didn't pay them any mind. She thought they were just a bunch of drunks that didn't know shit in their constant oblivious state. They had been right, in more ways than one.
Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow had vanished hours ago. Acelyn had been abandoned on that God forsaken island.
Acelyn's blood was boiling yet tears threatened to pour down her cheeks, she stroked the pendant, that Jack had accidentally left behind, which hung around her neck, longingly. "How could I've been so stupid?" Acelyn wondered to herself aloud. "How could I have not known better?" Jack had claimed to love her. He made love to her the night before. And now he was gone. She just became another one of his "tramps".
Acelyn took another big sip of rum. She left the "hotel" room and went out into the open sea air.
She would have her revenge. She would make Jack Sparrow pay for tearing her heart out and dragging it around behind him.
(Three Yrs. Later)
"Hello Jack," Acelyn saw him in the pub one full moon night. Jack stiffened on the spot. He slowly turned to look at her. Acelyn sat in a chair close by. Her eyes were on him like a hawk. Jack turned to make a run for it. "There's no use in trying to run, Jack," Acelyn stated. "Because you know I'll catch you."
"You didn't last time," Jack remarked. Acelyn's beautiful blue eyes narrowed in the candle light. She drew her pistol and cocked it as she aimed it at him.