I don't own Jack or his famous heartbreaking streak.


...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

Each of the bottles shattered rythmically as she focused with deadly intent.

...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

"I love you, you know."

"I know luv."

"You don't have to say it back."

"I know."

"Bastard."

A golden smile..."My parents were married luv."

...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

The pull of the gun wasn't enough to keep her mind out of those awful memories, but she didn't mind. She needed the constant reminder of why she was doing this, and the ache in her heart wasn't enough, she was sure. That precious ache would only make her love him more. No, she needed the poisonous whispers of the mind if she intended revenge.

...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

"Come with me darling."

"Will you marry me like you promised?"

That golden smile again.

"Ye, know I will."

...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

Rain. Naval uniforms. Gunfire. Swords.

"Stop!"

"Jack, watch out!"

"Ugh, Thanks luv. Oops."

"Sparrow!"

"Well, time to go."

"But...Jack! You can't leave me here!"

"Time and tide love. Any port in a storm, eh?"

"Sparrow!"

"Ugh, JACK! You BASTARD!"

That golden smile.

"My parents are still married luv!"

...Steady...

...Breathe...

...Hold...

Bang.

She smiled as the last bottle shattered. With the last memory, she traced the script 'J' tattoo on her wrist. Yes, revenge will be sweet. And Jack Sparrow's death will be sweeter.