Look at me, I'm just some washed up pirate. The person everyone hates, yet takes orders from. I wonder, is there anybody out there, that could actually care for me? Other than my mother of course. Of course there isn't, why would someone even bother to take a second look at me, I don't deserve to have a second look taken. What's the matter with me, why do I have to be so… There are no words to describe what I am, no good words at least. I don't even care anymore, I don't need anybody, look at me, I have made it all this way without anybody's help. Why should I start now, it doesn't matter to me anymore, nothing does.

It did matter to Jack. It mattered so much, he could barely focus sometimes. Why was it he had to be the only one who was lonely, why did it have to be him? He never really knew what the point of asking that question was, he knew the answer, they all knew the answer. Jack scanned the ship with his eyes, watching everyone at work from one end of eth ship to the other. He suddenly saw her, sitting there. Her hair blew slightly in the cold breezes. He quickly turned away from Elizabeth and his heart was pumping slowly and hard. He shook his head in disbelief, it couldn't be true.

Of course not, I'm just not feeling well, that is all this matter is. Just a little sick is all. Besides, it is completely crazy to even think of something like that. There is no way, and even if I did feel what I just couldn't have felt, she would think I am completely crazy. Well she wouldn't think that because I never actually did feel that. No, not at all actually. I'll bet she thinks I am just one of those people, one of the bad ones who could never have feelings of any type. Well, she would be right in thinking that. I have no reason for living at all in fact, and I should probably just be sent back to that island. That is all I really deserve.

Jack took a deep breath, what could have possibly done to deserve this? He was just a man with mixed feelings that he was unable to explain. He knew it was impossible, but he liked to think that she had once acted the same way as he had at that moment. He started to breathe slowly, as if there was nothing left in him, nothing left to say, nothing left to do, nothing left to feel. All he did was sit there, staring. What else could he really do? Nothing, that was the one answer he knew for sure.