Jack Sparrow. All in a name. It should be, actually, more or less, Captain Jack Sparrow. It is an exploit we all take in milieu of making a name greater than it is. It's only but one word that we use to label it greater. One word, only that one, seven letter word, which takes the character into a higher notion, a greater position. Although, in his circumstance, if society were to take the single word away, what would we be left with? He is naught but a single man, but he rests above us all. With the common name of Jack, and women's undying, desperate love for the name of Sparrow, the two combined create an even greater understanding known by any other.
So, it is he who is worshipped by the restless 'wags, he who is the womanizer of all who set their eyes upon him, and he whose character contains the greatest appreciation of those who guard the seven seas. Those seven mistresses call to him, and he vaguely hears their calls- it is his decision which stands alone against others. His falters are uncanny, his triumphs perpetual, and he lives on.
When his time is run out, and the seven mistresses have finally swallowed him wholly, his presence still lives on- hearts and minds, bodies and souls, he will stay will you, and without avail, his one love, the sea...