They think I'm selfish and a coward. They may be right. I don't know. I just want to live so I can go home to my boy Jamie. His mom's dead and I owe it to him to live.
If I don't live, who's going to take care of a little 5 year old boy? Dad doesn't know he exists and as far as everyone in the town he's been living knows, he's just a street rat that doesn't have any parents. I promised him that I'd return and give him a home.
That was two years ago. I sailed into Port Royal, hoping to find someone who'd take him in or at least find some money to keep us going. Yes, for a while I did live with him in a house. I think he still lives there.
Of course, it didn't work out as planned. I saved the governor's daughter and for my pains, I got put behind bars. That led to me regaining the Pearl.
Then, I realized that my thirteen years were almost up. I had to find a way to get rid of my debt to Jones.
That led to many things, the most recent being me stuck in the Locker. I'll never get home to Jamie. I had run away (more like rowed away) from my ship, but then I looked at my compass, which was no help because it pointed towards where Jamie is. I don't know what possessed me to go back to my sinking ship.
I'm not selfish or a coward! Is wanting my boy to have a father and a home so wrong? Of course, the famous Captain Jack Sparrow doesn't have any attachments, so who would know that I have a son?
I hope he finds out that it wasn't by choice I didn't return. I couldn't bare to know that he hates me for leaving him. Two years. He's seven now, and probably has grown a bit...
I'm going crazy in here. I kept thinking that I saw him, but now all I see are multiples of me. Might as well entertain myself, considering I'm going to be here for... the rest of time...