Title: The Lonely Pirate King
Author: Drey'auc475
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL
Rating: K+
Spoilers: DMC
Genre: General/Angst
Setting/Season: set before Jack goes into the Spanish prizon by the sea to get the drawing of the key
Summary: Noble is pulling a baby from a burning building and then disappearing into the shadows. Noble is a masked rider saving a pretty damsel from a savage husband. Noble is Young William. Noble is me diving into the sea at the docks of Port Royal to rescue the girl that would cause a whole lot of trouble for me.
A/N: I own nothing… but I sometimes wish I did ;-)

-----Chapter 2-----
Well, it's been nearly two years since Will busted me out of the jam that I'd got myself into. Yep, I had decided that hanging was defiantly not the way to go. Nope, not messy enough.

Only kidding.

Nah, I'm sure that no pirate wants to die that way. Hanging isn't noble enough for us pirates. Hah! Listen to me talking about nobility! Noble is pulling a baby from a burning building and then disappearing into the shadows. Noble is a masked rider saving a pretty damsel from a savage husband. Noble is Young William. Noble is me diving into the sea at the docks of Port Royal to rescue the girl that would cause a whole lot of trouble for me.

Not that I really regret rescuing Elizabeth at all. In fact sometimes I catch myself thinking about our time on that little island we were trapped on. Then I really do wish that I had left her down there. If only for the fact that it might have kept me sane.

The story is, I'm lonely. Again. Sure, I've got the Pearl back and I got a good crew, but for a pirate, that's not really enough. As I said before, we're always left wanting more and more. The more we achieve that which we desire, the more we realize that we haven't got all that we desire.

It was alright while Ana Maria was here; she kept me preoccupied and busy, so I didn't really think about… other things. But then she decides that she wanted to get off at Kippering and that she said she couldn't stand the Royal Navy chasing use much longer. Gibbs always did say that it was bad luck to have a woman aboard. Maybe it wasn't so bad having her around; not when the Royal Navy finally caught up to us and chased us into a hurricane.

But, bad luck not withstanding, it's been a good season, pirating-wise. Kept me occupied and busy. Just so that I don't think about the things that I want.

Sometimes, it's hard to know what one wants. Perhaps we try and skirt the issue, merely claiming that we have no idea what we want, but sometimes it can be right in front of our faces, or blatantly obvious.

So it seems that there are half a dozen things that I want right now, because this bloody compass is spinning like a wind-vane in the middle of a storm. I feel a little like that at the moment. I just hope that I don't get struck by lightening.

I'm watching the compass now, and I notice that it points to the north more often than not. I check the bearings and I'm… strangely fascinated by the fact that it seems to be pointing in the direction of Port Royal.

Oh oh, I think as I realize this, but it's too late. Sentimental Old Me thinking about a dark blonde beauty, with big doleful brown eyes. The first time that I noticed that they were brown, was the time that she was angry at me for escaping the island in such a meager fashion. I didn't mind; I think that she looks sexy when she's angry.

Gah! What am I doing?! I'm thinking about a twenty-year-old girl whom is due to be married and I'll probably never see again. Not that that's ever stopped me.

Never mind. Where was I? Oh, that's right. I'm lonely. It appears that my compass has picked up on that fact, and is now pointing towards Tortuga. No one in particular I hope, but perhaps some serving girl who hasn't heard of me or doesn't hate me and want to kill me. Just enough to distract me.

Admittedly, another anniversary is up and coming, that I really don't want to deal with. I guess I could keep running for a little while longer before I go and find this chest that I need. If the crew found out what's coming after me, then they'll be over-board in a jiffy. Never mind Old Jack, he can take care of himself. Then I would truly be alone again.

The truth is, I'm tired of running. Sure, running seems almost second nature to a pirate, what with being the scourge of the sea and having the Royal Navy on your tail at every turn. Maybe I can settle down somewhere, with lots of rum, women and money to keep me company. After this… issue with Davy Jones has been settled; then maybe.

I just don't want to be alone anymore…