Should I do one from Captain Jack's point of view? This chapter will be some switching off from Captain Jack and Jack. If I like it, I might do it for the next chapter too.
Chapter 6:
Captain Jack tightened his grip on the wheel as the remembered it again. The pain, the sight. Those teeth. The kraken's hundreds of stinging teeth. He forced back a shudder. He couldn't help, but to ask himself why young Jack was so curious of his past. Why does it even matter? Why does the past matter? Why does any of it matter? He shook his head.
"Gibbs!" He called.
"Aye, Captain?" The First Mate hurried onto the forecastle deck.
"Mind taking the wheel for awhile?" He asked.
"Aye, no problem, Jack." Gibbs nodded.
"It's Captain Jack, Gibbs." He reminded the man, stepping back from the wheel.
"Sorry, Captain." The man apologized.
"Best not to forget that, savvy?"
The only response was a nod.
"See ye around then, mate." Captain Jack replied, walking down to the lower deck.
He turned and walked towards his quarters. He opened the door when he reached it and entered, closing the door gently behind him. Instead of sitting in the chair at the table, he threw himself onto the bed, which was secured to the floor. ALways had been, always will be nailed down. He shifted into a comfortable position, closing his eyes.
Captain Jack froze as he realized that something had risen out of the water behind him. He slowly turned around, facing the kraken. It let out a loud, long roar, spitting all over him. When it stopped, he wiped the disgusting saliva off of his face.
"Not so bad." He forced out. Then he spotted what looked like his hat sitting at his feet. "Oh."
He picked it up, shaking some of the gunk off of it and sticking it on his head. He smiled, looking right at the kraken.
"Hello, beastie."
He pulled out his sword and raced straight towards the creature. At the edge of the deck, he stopped and the monster's teeth began closing around him. He moved, trying to stab in between it's teeth with the sword, but the metal weapon shattered.
"Uh oh." He breathed.
He was so doomed now. He felt the first tooth piercing into his right calf. Blood began trickling from it. It was in that very moment in which reality dawned on him. He was going to die. Captain Jack Sparrow was going to die.
Suddenly, teeth began piercing his skin from all angles. He covered his face with his arms, but he knew it was no use. The pain became overwhelming, burning through him like fire. Worse than fire, actually. One stabbed deep into his chest and he screamed out in pain. His vision swam before his very eyes. He saw some of his blood trickling down the monster's throat. He collapsed to his knees, only to feel teeth breaking into them.
"You will always remember this as the day," He gasped out," That you caught Captain Jack Sparrow."
His consciousness faded, and with it, his life.
Captain Jack sat bolt upright, cold sweat covering his skin. He let out a sigh, collapsing back to the bed. Why did he have to keep remembering this moment? Why did he have to keep remembering the worst thing that'd happened to him?
*X*
Jack climbed up the main mast, opening the mainsail. Then he reached the topsail and opened it too. He glanced over to the foremast just in time to see Pintel open the fore topsail. The climbed back down to the deck, satisfied as the wind hit the sails, moving the ship forward faster. The wind would take over from here.
He walked over to the side of the deck, looking into the distance, over the water. Over the greenish blue sea. He sighed, leaning on the railing. His second shift had just ended and it was about sunset. Hard to believe that it was still only day one aboard the ship. Felt like he'd been there for a year already.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" A familiar voice came from behind.
He gave a small smile, not turning around. "In a little bit, perhaps."
He heard footsteps walking over beside him. He turned to see his father leaning against the railing. He seemed troubled, almost distracted.
"That's one nice thing about being out here on the sea." Captain Jack told him. "The sunsets are always like this. Beautiful, like your mother."
"Captain," Jack began," Who was my mother?"
"Her name was Angelica." The captain replied, without hesitating. "Daughter of Blackbeard. She had brown eyes and hair. She had a temper, but there's a sweet side to her as well."
"What happened to her?"
"I don't exactly know, actually." Captain Jack admitted. "I think she may have returned to Tortuga."
"Tortuga." Jack echoed. "That's out here somewhere, right?"
"Aye." The captain replied.
"Have you ever tried to look for her there?"
"No, not really."
"Oh."
"One day, maybe." Captain Jack shrugged. "How was your first day on the seas?"
"Challenging." Jack admitted. "Not too bad though."
"You haven't seen anything yet, trust me." The captain told him. "Savvy?"
"Aye." He replied tonelessly. He stifled a yawn. "Well, best I'd be going to rest then. Need to have my strength for my next shift."
"Don't forget to stop by the galley for a bite." Captain Jack reminded hm. "Don't want ye starving to death out here."
"Alright." Jack nodded. He turned and began walking away. "Night, Captain."
"Night." Came the simple, one-word response.
*X*
Captain Jack gave a fond smile as soon as he'd said it. He knew that one day his son would be a good man. He had a strong heart and was true to what he believed. He could see Angelica in him. He had so many similarities to his mother.
He watched as the sun dipped below the horizon and the light slowly began fading from the sky. He looked up, seeing the first few stars. At this time the night before, they were rowing the smaller boats away from the Bloody Dragon, towards that little village. He turned from the railing and headed for his cabin. He entered, grabbing a bottle of rum and sitting down at his table.
Captain Jack bit the cork in his teeth and pulled it from the bottle, spitting it out. He took a sip and began planning their next move.
