Why?
So, it is down to this - my honour, or your life.
One or the other must be lost.
It had not, he thought, been so very hard to choose. Silently he unlocked the cell, paused for a heartbeat, and left.
Sparrow stared after him.
Why?
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There was a sparrow perched on the windowsill when he got home that evening. He fed it breadcrumbs, smiling ironically.
The bird flapped away in alarm when a pirate clambered through the window.
"Sparrow. You're late."
"Better late one way than the other, luv. Thanks for that." Sparrow peered at the Commodore, searching, and drew back in confusion - maybe a trace of hurt - at finding naught but hostility. "No. Ye' don't like me." He cocked his head. "So why...?"
"Perhaps I felt like it, Sparrow. I suggest you leave." Impatience, disdain - nothing there to explain…
"No." Sparrow looked rebellious. "I want to know why you let me go."
"Get used to disappointment."
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"I have friends. I had no desire to see them hate me."
"But they wouldn't have. They wouldn't."
"I know that, pirate. But they would have been miserable, and I would have been the cause."
"So you… what? Just let me go?"
"Yes."
"Doesn't that go against all your fancy ideas of honour or something?"
"Yes." A heartbeat's silence. "Go away Sparrow."
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Eventually, Jack started to wonder why James let him stay.
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By: Order of Chaos.
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