Jack thinks I don't know, she sniffed angrily. He thinks that his betrayal hasn't come to me, that it hasn't been whispered to me on the wind.
He planned on leaving me! For her!
Who is she?! She is nothing! Nothing! There is little enough to commend her. She has no feminine wiles, no grace, no style. She cannot offer him what I can, cannot love him as I do. She has but one thing to offer, and for that he would have abandoned me.
He couldn't possibly love her. Does he whisper to her in the night? Does he caress her the way he does me? Would he go to the ends of the earth for her, as he would for me? Fight every rival for her affections?
And yes, it is true that I have been with another. There is one man who loves me fiercely, and we'd been together a long time. Yet I willingly and eagerly gave him up to be with Jack, to be with the one who loves me the way that I want to be loved. Together, we were free to sail the seas.
Now it has come to me that Jack would have left me - forever. That he didn't makes no difference. He should know, better than anyone, that I do not suffer rivals, and I do not suffer betrayal.
I am leaving him. I've gathered up my pride and my dignity, and accepted the offer of the man who has loved me all these years.
"Weigh anchor!" Barbossa cried. "Hoist the sails!"
The crew hurried to follow the captain's command. The Black Pearl felt her majestic sails fill with the Caribbean wind, felt the familiar rhythm of seas beginning to move beneath her.
So she left, a proud wake the only sign of her passage. She sailed from Tortuga without a single qualm, leaving Jack Sparrow behind. It soothed her tattered feelings when she thought about how Jack would feel when he came down to the docks and realized that she was gone.
The Flying Dutchman can have him, if she'll take him.
Although, she thought with amusement, I have also heard it whispered that she is now under the command of Will Turner. He's a fine man. He has the makings of a good captain; I could see that from the times that he walked my own decks.
It's almost a shame that Will's mutiny failed, she mused, because now I'll never know what we would have been like together. Pity, that.
And Jack? He'll have to search long and hard to find me. And I won't take him back so easily this time.
The Black Pearl sailed off into the brilliant Caribbean sunrise, as offended as any woman scorned, her sails full and dark with wounded pride. But she knew that Jack Sparrow would move heaven and earth to find her once again. Because there was one thing of which she was very sure ... he would always come back to her.
A/N: This was a result of a discussion from a long time ago. The Black Pearl is the love of Jack's life; does that make the Flying Dutchman the other woman?