((YOU MUST READ THIS BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: Before you start, I want us to be clear. I was very VERY iffy about posting this here, because I know how critical some people can be about OCs. The OCs in this story isn't a mary sues, nor are any of them madly in love with any of the characters here, yet, I know there will be one person that will be critical. If you must criticize my writing, just criticize my punctuation, capital letters and short chapters. Anyway, i will take this down if i must stop the flames. I like the way I wrote this, and I hope some of you do too. Anyway, without stalling any longer, please read, and this will be updated regularly, unlike the rest of my stories.))

Jack Sparrow stood at the edge of the beach, the clear blue waters splashing at his feet. He took a step toward the water, but it retreated from him, leaving the sand beneath his feet hot and prickling.

Jack glazed up at the bright blue sky, the sun beating down at him, but somehow, nowhere to be seen at the same time.

The sky was pitch black now, and there was a white dot in it.

The white dot blinked at Jack.

Reaching up, Jack waited, his sleeve sliding down his arm to hook at his elbow, the dot getting bigger, then floating down to hover above his fingertips, a single, white feather.

Jack was silent, merely staring at the feather with a mixture of curiosity, fear and indifference.

The feather glided in between his fingertips before floating down, to where the edge of his forearm met his wrist, floating there for a moment, before slicing into the flesh, white-hot pain spearing through Jack's arm.

Jack sat bolt-upright on his bed, his heartbeat hammering in his chest, his body coated with a sheen of cold sweat, dreadlocks tangled about his neck, his bandanna abandoned on the floor, numerous trinkets and beads tangled in his hair.

"Oh, shit... Ether..." Jack whispered into the darkness of his cabin. Looking down at his hands that were in his lap. He noticed that they were shaking.

"... Damn you, Ether..." Jack hissed, staring down at his forearms; a few inches under his wrists, where tiny, sharp, white feathers were sticking out of small slits in his skin, beads of blood welling from the broken flesh around them.

Grabbing bandages from his bedside table, Jack ignored the gentle, yet insistent stinging he was receiving from the feathers, before starting to bandage them; from his wrist, down to his elbow. He knew how fast the feathers would travel.

"You still owe me, Jack..." came a soft airy voice, carried by the wind that whisked it's way through Jack's open cabin window and to Jack's ears.

"You gave me five years, Ether." Jack snapped to the empty cabin.

"And five years have passed, Jack. You still owe me." replied the voice airily, before the wind gently glided past Jack's face, brushing against his cheek in a kittenish way, before circling him and gliding out the window again.

Jack gritted his teeth and glanced down at his now-bandaged forearms, to see that blood was already starting to soak through.

((TBC. okay. review, please. but, please keep your flames to yourself. I am very pathetic when it comes to my own plots and characters. please tell me what you think. i adore personal comments.))