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not anymore. Time changes people, and time took its toll on me.
The ship was so lonesome without a crew. The air smelled of rotting flesh. He needed a companion, maybe even two. But one thing was sure and it was that if he were any other person besides Jack Sparrow he would've lost his sanity a long time ago. His humor, wit, and divine love for his friends are what kept him motivated to stay alive. Being the caring yet slightly disturbed person he was he still had his shipmates' bodies on deck. He couldn't bear to lose any more friends than he already had. Just because they were dead didn't mean they didn't make great company and intriguing conversation. (OK, so maybe he is a little insane..) He longed for Royal Port just as you would if you had stayed away from the only two people whom ever cared for you for about 5 years.
The longing ate away at him and this is what made his sanity slip away ever so slowly. He knew no one would accept him as a babbling crazy man who'd been out at sea with dead bodies for 5 months so he hesitated at turning his ship around to the port. But he was sure that when he was back among real people reason would flood back into his mind and he would be just as mediocre as the next person. So he set back to the route that he had half- taken many times before this day.
The ship was so lonesome without a crew. The air smelled of rotting flesh. He needed a companion, maybe even two. But one thing was sure and it was that if he were any other person besides Jack Sparrow he would've lost his sanity a long time ago. His humor, wit, and divine love for his friends are what kept him motivated to stay alive. Being the caring yet slightly disturbed person he was he still had his shipmates' bodies on deck. He couldn't bear to lose any more friends than he already had. Just because they were dead didn't mean they didn't make great company and intriguing conversation. (OK, so maybe he is a little insane..) He longed for Royal Port just as you would if you had stayed away from the only two people whom ever cared for you for about 5 years.
The longing ate away at him and this is what made his sanity slip away ever so slowly. He knew no one would accept him as a babbling crazy man who'd been out at sea with dead bodies for 5 months so he hesitated at turning his ship around to the port. But he was sure that when he was back among real people reason would flood back into his mind and he would be just as mediocre as the next person. So he set back to the route that he had half- taken many times before this day.