Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, despite all my attempts to find a way to be able to. This is just a work of my imagination running away from me.
Rating: G
Summary: Jack criticizes an aspect of the curse on his former ship.
Mist
As Elizabeth started exploring what little spit of land there was, Jack Sparrow stood on the beach staring longingly after the Black Pearl. The second time it had left him behind because of Barbossa! And that bloody trail of misty fog trailing after it. He never understood that. If that mist was supposed to allow the cursed ship to sneak up on its prey, one would have thought it would spread out a bit, instead of staying so close to the Pearl. 'I'd see it coming,' Jack sulked. 'Well, same island, same little treasures. What do ya say to drying off and finding that rum?'
