Disclaimer: All of the POTC characters, names, etc. belong to Disney Company until I get older and become rich and buy all of it. Until then, Disney owns them. I don't want a lawsuit. Remember: If you recognize it from the movies, the ride, etc. IT'S NOT MINE.
Note: Try using your willing suspension of disbelief. I know there are holes in this plot. I don't care. Willingly suspend your disbelief for the time being.
Captain Jack Sparrow sighed. He hated it here in this accursed Davy Jones's locker. It was so boring. His usual pirate attire's color had faded from so much sand, and he had many a scar from those bloody mutated crabs trying to eat him. The sky was hardly a sky, so much as a bluish-orange hole that went nowhere. The sand didn't look like sand either. It was orange-colored. Though these things were distracting enough, there was something…Someone he couldn't get off his mind.
Her.
He missed her so much it hurt. He'd never really felt this way about anyone before. The kiss. Their kiss. She had lips of an angel. He'd felt lust before, he knew that, but he'd never felt like this.
And Will. His mate, his friend. His best friend. How could Jack do that to him? But...it was Elizabeth's fault. She knew. She knew he couldn't resist…couldn't resist her? He didn't know. Boredom turned to anger. Yes, Elizabeth. Blame Elizabeth. It was her fault for kissing him. But that kiss! It was more than just a goodbye kiss. It was a promise. A promise of something more, something bigger than either of them.
Jack shook his head. He wasn't one to get deep like this. It was the heat. Or the sand. Driving him mad. He searched his jacket and finally found it. The compass. He opened it and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes. It was pointing towards what looked like west, but hey! What did Jack know of east and west here? He was stuck.
"Well, that bloody doesn't help me any." He mumbled, shutting it angrily and shoving it into his pocket. Jack fiddled with his sword absentmindedly. His hand slipped and he sliced his right index finger on the blade; he didn't care. Pain. It took away memory.
So did rum, but Jack didn't have any on him.
Bugger.
