A/N: Just saw the second movie. Wasn't great. It was barely good. Lots of parts dragged on for too long, lots of parts I didn't like. A few parts that were good, but they jumped around SO much in that movie! Anyway. This fic is more tied in to the first movie(WHICH IS STILL AWESOME!) and not so much the second.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Sparrow. If I did, we'd be swordfighting and getting drunk, probably. :)

Good Man

Good man. That's what they call me. Who knows why? Bloody stupid of them. I'm not a good man. I'm selfish. Act on selfish impulses all the time. Only way to live. No guilt... Can't live with guilt. Tears a man apart, even a heartless pirate.

I ignore the consequences. Always. Never think about what my actions might reap. Just go with the here and the now, do whatever suits me at the time. Don't really care much for what happens to me.

Man who kills me, or hangs me, if you will, will be famous. I prefer to be infamous, myself. More fun.

Maybe they're right. Maybe I have done the right thing more than once. Bloody stupid of me. I lie. Sure I do. All the time. Tell the truth a lot, too. Got to keep them on their toes, you know. Keep them guessing. They never do know what Captain Jack Sparrow will do next.

Like that boy, Will. Good man. Honorable and brave and all that. Stupid, too. Gutsy. Doesn't really think about the consequences much. Not till he's face with them.

He'll be a pirate, mark my words.

Being selfish isn't all bad. Really. Got to look out for number one and all that. And since I have no attatchments, I am, obviously, number one.

Once I'm dead and down in hell where I belong, well, maybe the world will be a better place. Maybe not. In any case, I plan to enjoy myself enormously while I'm living.

I wonder if there is rum in hell?