Author notes: This is my first ff, it just got stuck in my head so now I'm puting it into words. I don't really hold on to the facts of the film, so some things won't make sense. BTW: English is not my first language.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of POTC --'
It was a bright Friday night and the crew of the Black Pearl wandered around in Tortuga in search for a pub. They managed to get kicked out of the first one, so Jack told them to go and find another one "to be our victim" as he said laughing. Of course, they already got their amount of alcohol, but the evening was still young. "Hurray!" yelled Gibbs, as he saw another pub. "Aye" Jack said "That will be our victim", and he headed for the pub. They almost went inside, until Jack saw something.
He briefly took a glance at a young girl, who looking him straight in the eye. Jack blinked and try to sharpen his look, unfortunately, the girl ran off. "What the... how.." he muttered to himself. Suddenly he grabbed his head, a flashback came in his mind. It took a minute before Jack steadied himself. He leant on AnaMaria for a moment and closed his eyes. "Come on Jack" she said pushing him off "You didn't have that much already" she said laughing while Gibbs dragged her into the pub. Ah, just leave it be, Jack thought, when he too got into the pub.
But he couldn't. He only saw the girl, staring at him with dark eyes. He was getting tired of it. "Mates" Jack said while getting of his chair "I'll think I call it for tonight". "What?" Gibbs said "You can't!" and he gave jack another bottle of rum. Jack closed his eyes "No, I think you're very capable of empty that yourself" and he slapped Gibbs on his shoulder and walked out of the pub. "Hey, where's Jack?" AnaMaria said, looking around. "Dunno, probably tired or something" Gibbs said.
Jack got into his cabin, putting of his boots. Let's just forget about it.. he thought and he got into his bed. He closed his eyes, but the image of the girl was still there. "No.. it can't be" he almost yelled. He blinked back a couple of tears and rolled over. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
After a while, the crew got enough of the drinking and headed back to the ship. "I better go check on Jack" AnaMaria said. She didn't like the way the captain just skipped a night of drinking, he never does that.
"Haha, now Jack you will pay! All those years you've been bosing me around, telling me what to do and what for? Well now the tables are turned" Barbossa said while holding his knife once more nearby his victim . "No!" Jack yelled "Leave her out of this. It's not her who you want to kill, but me!" he almost begged to let his wife go. "NO! It's your own damn fault" with that Barbossa sliced the throat of Mary Sparrow open. He threw her on the ground, to let her bleed to death. "Noooooo!" Jack ran to his wife. "You can't die!" "Now, I shall return to where I came from.. and take this as a little souvenir" Barbossa picked up the little girl, who was crying. Jack's anger raise. 'You can't have her too, you already got me Mary, you can't have her!" He ran to Barbossa, but he felt something stopping him. Barbossa's knife was pointing to his throat. "If you get after me, I will ensure you you will never see her again!" With that, he and his crew ran off, leaving Jack and his now dead wife behind.
"No no no no ! aaaaaarghhhhh!" Jack tossed and turned in his bed, swaying his arms all around him. Tears were streaming down his eyes.
Outside his cabin AnaMaria heard weird noises and she ran to the cabin. "Jack?" She opened the door and watched her captain fighting in his bed. "Oh god Jack, wake up!" AnaMaria said while shaking Jack. "Come on wake up". Suddenly she slapped the captain hard across his face. Jack startled and shot right up his bed. "Hmmumpf" was all he said. "Are ye all right, Cap'n?" she asked him softly. "Yeah.. yeah fine.." Jack said "Just.. just a dream.." he slowly laid on his back. "Ok.. now go back to sleep huh" AnaMaria said, putting a kiss on his head. Jack nodded and rolled over. This wasn't happening he thought. His mind turned. "I have to know" he whispered to himself. "Tomorrow.. Port Royal" and with that he drifted into sleep.