A/N Based on the scene in the new film where Barbossa tells Jack the Pearl is gone...
Sunk
Sunk.
The word dropped into the pool of Jack's mind and sent a ripple through his body.
Sunk.
Numbness spread in the wake of the ripple. His Pearl. His beloved Pearl.
Sunk.
The ripple touched his heart and exploded. Like in a riptide the ripple sucked back over the numbness at double speed leaving burning fire and anger coating every inch. It touched the word.
Sunk.
Every memory in a split second, every feeling of joy and moment of anguish. How many times had he lost her? How many times were they separated? He felt each second they were apart as though the grains of sand in the hourglass fell individually on his head. He felt her absence like a gaping hole and travelled through all to be with her again. He had begged, borrowed and stolen for her. She had ripped from his grasp time and again but he had waited for each. He had sold his soul to raise her from the dead and had gone with her to hell and back.
Sunk.
Barbossa, he thought, had loved her too. Not like Jack, never that much, but if he couldn't have her he knew Hector would watch over her until the true Captain could win her back. It was almost a game they played, two men fighting over the love of a ship, and she seduced them both, but there was only one true Captain and all three knew it.
Sunk.
No betrayal, no mutiny hit as hard as this. 'You were supposed to look after her. I trusted you!' The accusations screamed from his eyes, not his mouth, as he was restrained after launching himself at Barbossa. "If you were any real Captain you should be sunk with her."
She should not have died alone. There was bitterness in Jack's mouth. There would never be another. She was his one and only, first and last. His Black Pearl.
And when he saw her trapped in a bottle his world righted itself again. She would be his.