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Jack Sparrow cautiously stepped over the dripping stones that lay scattered about the mouth of the cave. To think that he would come back, here, one place that he would've liked to forget. He grinned wryly to himself. Trust Jack to do all the crazy things.
After his crew had hauled him, sopping, out of the bay, he had assumed his role as captain. He felt the welcome spray as the Black Pear, his ship, cut through the gleaming waves. He had his fun yelling fierce orders at the crew, gleefully insulting them with all his nautical vocabulary. Some strange thought, however, had kept pervading his mind, even after they were far away from Port Royal. Why not go back to the cave? Just for the heck of it. The more he pondered this, the more he longed to go back. It seemed there was almost a forcible pull, urging him against his better thinking.
Not that Jack was one to follow his whims. He knew how dangerous that could be. And yet, this time, he had succumbed. Ordered to crew to make for the caves. Rowed himself to shore, alone, refusing to let any of the crew come with him. Why did he do that? And now, here he was. Alone in the caves, no sounds but the sighing of the water and an occasional drip from the wet rocks.
He proceeded onward, warily. Wait, why was he being cautious? What was there to fear? He knew that inside lay heaps of treasure, gold, and a body. Nothing that could hurt him, he was Captain Jack Sparrow. So many memories resided here. Fighting with Barbossa. Crouching in the rocks with Will, hoping he wouldn't do anything stupid. Bluffing his way through the negotiations, knowing that lives depended on his ability to deceive. Such a little while ago, that this cave was alive with the shouts of...well...undead pirates. Sounds of steel against steel, harsh breathing. The sound of a chest being shut with finality.
What was it he wanted to do here, anyway?
Ah, there it was. All other thoughts were driven from his mind. In front of him. The chest with the gold. Gold really was a beautiful metal, come to think of it. So bright and pure. What would it hurt to run his fingers through the chest one more time? One last time. Not that he would be stupid enough to take a piece or anything like that. He just wanted to touch it, feel the shimmering pieces engraved with the skulls.