How can you love a man who betrayed you?
I couldn't, not after what he did to me.
He said he'd love me until the day he died and after that. He said he'd protect me. He said he would never leave me. He said. He promised.
But he didn't keep his promises. Because he's a goddamn pirate.
I hate him. He left me to die. I could never love him again.
I should with my name and who he is and why I hate him so. I am Isabelle Sparrow. He is Jack Sparrow, my once loyal and doting husband. And I hate him because he lied.
I should begin several years ago, shortly after Will and Elizabeth had gotten married. Jack bought me my own ship, called the Amazons. She was a beautiful ship, and with a mostly female crew to boot. I showed my love to Jack time and time again. Samuel, my son, chose to sail with Jack because of the many girls on my ship. He was still at the tender age where he was discovering the females.
We sailed together for a short time, and then went our ways, occasionally meeting with each other to share plunder, and once or twice with Will and Elizabeth. I was oblivious to the feminine trinkets I found in his cabin that were not mine.
It wasn't until I had left for close to a year I found out the truth.
I was at the wheel, turning toward the black sails on the horizon. Within an hour the Black Pearl and the Amazon where within a few yards from each other and I preparing a black to walk across, with Anna Maria securing the other end. I walked across. Anna Maria smiled at me nervously. The crew worked silently.
"'Suppose he's in his cabin?" I asked. Anna Maria nodded. I walked over to his cabin and opened the door. I saw him pleasuring another woman. I screamed. It was the only thing I could do. The man I loved so much had betrayed me. Jack pulled himself away from the woman and grabbed a pair of pants. I stormed away from him.
"Izy! Izy, luv! I swear to God it's not what it looks like!" he said. I turned, feeling tendrils of magic lace around my fingers.
"Shut up, Jack!" I said, giving him an icy glare.
"Izy, luv, please listen!" He insisted. I raised a hand, and Jack was sent back a few by a sudden blast of energy. I crossed back over to the Amazon.
"Open fire on them, only fire once from each canon," I whispered to Lee. She nodded and readied the cannons. I counted to ten.
"Fire!" I ordered. Five booms echoed on the silent sea, leaving five holes in the Black Pearl
"Head to Tortugas," I murmured to Lee and went off to my cabin.
Over the course of the few years, I received many letters from Jack. At first they where letters explaining why he was with another woman, and then after a few months, it turned into pleading for me to come back, and soon after he was literately begging for me to come back. He rambled on about the vows we took on our wedding day. I wrote to him once, only once, and told him he should have thought about our vows when he was screwing around with another woman. There was no reply after that.
