This is unlike anything I've ever written before. All sad and deep... very strange for me. I just wrote it then, tell me if you liked it.
It's funny about angst, almost everyone likes it, we're all sort of... drawn to it. I've noticed it with me and other people, maybe it's our sudden urges to mope about with a reason... I dunno.

Disclaimer: okay, if you seriously thinkI own this then you must have some sort of problem... you can't sue me on the basis of the voices in your head telling you thatI own PotC, thats just... weird.

There we stood, in a chain of death.

Oh, Barbossa thought he had won… like so many times before. But like he said, I'm a hard man to predict. He'd taken so much from me, my best friend, my love and my freedom.

My best friend, Bill Turner. The one who made me the way I am today. The one who taught me to value each life. The one who looked after me when I was naught but a cabin boy, defenceless and… embarrassing. I looked up to him, he was my father and my brother, Anamaria was my sister and I was motherless. My little family, the only one I can remember. And now he's gone, because of me. He was always protecting me, saving me from trouble, quick thinking and smart. Will is so much like him, if a little dafter.

My love and freedom, the Black Pearl. Many others turned their noses up at Her, but I saw Her for what she really is… freedom. She needs the timber and sails, but She's not them. She's the spirit of freedom; She holds the wind in Her hands and walks on water… glides on water. She's what every man wants, needs, but can't have. Every man, that is, except me. I loved Her and one day we'll be one again. Like we were meant to be, it was written in the story of our lives. No matter how many years it takes, we'll find a way, become complete again. Without Her my wings are clipped.

It's hard for a Sparrow to fly with clipped wings.

He'd taken those from me, but he won't take Will's love, Elizabeth's life.

The trigger, it should've been the death of me on that island, but it will be satisfied, I won't deny it blood. All I have to do is squeeze, Barbossa doesn't even realise how long he has left.

And now the trigger is happy, trigger happy. And no, I haven't wasted that piece of me - that's what it's become… a piece of me; spend ten years carrying something around and it happens - because it's in his heart, that cold, black, heart.

Oh, he thinks he's won, he thinks that I've lost, but things aren't always as they seem, mate.

The clinking of metal is his doom, and he realizes it all too late.

I watch in morbid fascination as death's kiss drains his life away. As death's mark stains his clothes. He won't be clothed in white, he will be sitting in flames, fire licking, thanks to death's kiss… my bullet.

As an apple rolls from his hands I almost feel pity, but if I could, then I doubt I'd have killed him. Oh, it's hard to love an enemy… another commandment I've broken. Maybe if I get God drunk he'll forgive me… but I doubt it.

The Pearl is mine, my freedom, my love… my other half.

Told you it was sad and deep and strange. I seriously want some feedback, coz I'm not sureI like it, does it strike you as a beginner's work? Please tell me, all you have to do is type a couple of words and fiddle with your mouse...I mean... geez, people are out milking the cows somewhere and you're all too lazy to review... that's just... lazy...

Emmy.