A Touch of Destiny:
Gibbs

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Dear ol' Captain Jack. He was the finest pirate I'd ever seen, and the whole reason I decided to leave the Navy. It would be a crime to send such a man to the gallows. So when I found Jack, waterlogged and clinging to the side of my ship in the dead middle of the night, I dropped him off at the port in Tortuga. I could've had him and fame, then, but I knew I wouldn't feel right. My gut wouldn't allow it. I let 'em free, free just like he should be. It'd be like destroying one of them stain glass windows or trapping a tiger, to turn him in. You just don't do it. Mighty bad luck, I says, to destroy something so brilliant.

'course, once word got out that I let Captain Jack Sparrow free, I had no one holding me back when I left. Almost got stoned to death, but made it to Tortuga with only the clothes on my back. I wasn't in good shape, but the fates had it for me! Lo and behold, as I stumbled into the mud, was Jack Sparrow. He was in finer shape than I had last seen him. The tides had turned, and before I knew it he was settin' me up at the inn and handing me a pouch of gold.

It's all history from there. I didn't have much street smarts back then, but you learn quick in Tortuga. Or else. Was rather surprised I was to see other men from the Navy in town, just like I had been. Heard tales, I did. Tales of Sparrow robbing their fleet blind by 'imself, and having men chase him through the angriest waters they'd ever seen. A man who could rob the Navy blind deserved to live.

I was honored to be his first mate aboard The Pearl, and the good lord must forgive me for whatever I have to do in order to help get him back. I don't trust the tide, this voodoo woman, and certainly not Barbossa, that twice damned traitor. But I can't sit by in good conscience and let Jack rot if there's any chance of a way to save 'im. He sacrificed his life for his crew, and we'll do the same for him. Bad luck be damned!