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Summary: We all knew Jack wouldn't die in bed. So how did our favorite captain meet his ultimate demise? What happens an ancient (and slight insane) sea captain drives a whore mad? Let you always remember this as the last tale of Captain Jack Sparrow ( and company..... of course)
AN: This prologue is just the end of what Morien is remembering. I realize that it is very short but aren't prologues supposed to be? Anyway my real chapters will be much longer. Here it goes.......
"I'll kill ya Jack. I swear by me ship I will." Jack stopped mid-step and swirled around.
"Ye ain't got a ship luv." Jack laughed and continued to walk out of the barren sea cave. He glanced around at the algae covered walls. "I figger tide-in won't suit ya real well my dear" and with a tip of his hat he was gone.
But perhaps it wasn't so funny after all. For if he looked into her eyes just then, he would not see a glint or a sparkle. No, there was nothing there but pure and absolute rage, the kind not human should ever have to coercer. That, my dear Jack, was a killing rage. You should of learned long ago not to underestimate a fallen captain. Never to look down upon a person with no hope but someone to blame for it all.
Morien looked up from where she lay on the wet stone floor. She was crumpled up like some forgotten rag-doll after Christmas and drenched from head to toe, covered in cuts and scrapes and newly forming bruises. She'd been through hell and she knew it too. Anyone else would have been beaten to a pulp. Morien just looked pissed-off. There was nothing pitiful about her. He brown eyes burned through as she whispered something to herself. Morien smiled then and no one can tell you why. But from that moment on, anyone who knew her, knew her as mad.