"Sister Madeline?"
The young nun looked up from her writings. "Yes," she answered the unfamiliar priest at the door of the library. He stepped into the room and quickly closed the door behind him when he saw the sister stand. "What is this?" Sister Madeline asked, noting his long, tangled hair bunched in the back of his robes.
Turning to her with a sly smile, the imposter replied, "Why Maddy, love, I'm insulted. You haven't forgotten old Jack, now have ye?" With a gasp, Sister Madeline wrapped a hand around her large silver cross, stepping backwards. "Jack Sparrow? What in Heaven's name are you doing-?"
"Captain, love," he corrected her, stepping towards her. "It's now Captain Jack Sparrow. I'd wear me hat to prove it, but it'd foil me disguise, I would think." Incredulously, the nun backed away towards her open window. "Disguise," she scoffed. "You couldn't pass for a cleric if-"
"Maddy dear, I do hate interrupting a lady when she speaks, but I haven't much time. You see, some of your higher-ups in this little Catholic school seemed to have caught wind of me. Now, it'll only take you a second to break the habit and come on back to where you belong."
"No, Mr. Sparrow," she told him sternly. "I've left that life behind me. I would advise that you repent and do the same." It was Jack's turn to scoff as he began to fight himself out of his robes, his standard clothing underneath. "Repentance would imply that I've done something I regret, love. I haven't." With what Madeline disdainfully realized was a charming smile, he told her, "If the Almighty wanted me to be good, He shouldn't have made being bad so much fun."
A flurry of knocks sounded at the door. "Sister Madeline! We've received word of an intruder! Sister!" Alarmed, Jack darted for Madeline, taking hold of both of her arms. "Maddy, now's the time! Remember the fun you used to have with me and Barbossa! Remember the laughs when we first ran across old Ragetti! Drop this 'Mr. Sparrow' nonsense and take back an old fool! Come with us and be free."
Trying to ignore the restlessness that stirred in her soul, the nun told him, "I am free, Mr. Sparrow." In a louder voice, she called, "Here! He's in here!" Shocked, Jack turned just as the door was slammed open. Whirling back, he looked at the face of the girl he used to know and realized that there was regret in her eyes. "There, there, love," he told her genially. "We all make our choices for a reason." He surprised her by kissing her lips. Before she could react, she was pushed towards the incoming priests, acting as an obstacle.
By the time she turned around, Jack Sparrow had left through the window, and for good this time.
