*Jack's POV*
"Oh Jack…" Katherine trailed off, her voice sweet and small.
"Kat please listen to me, you don't understand."
She sat up from her slouched position and swiped her hand across her forehead, gently massaging it, as if the thought gave her a headache of some sort. She furrowed her brow, closed her eyes, and sighed. When her eyes opened once again, they were glittering with tears. I made her cry the second time this night, not a personal record I was intentionally keeping, but more of a mental note. I yawned, stretched, and extended my arms to hug her, but to my surprise she aggressively pushed me away. She was trapped in another one of her moods when she's rarely and deeply distressed. I watched her cock her head and begin to stand up, but my hands pulled her back down. She was a beautiful creature to just sit around and watch, just not when she was upset, especially with me.
"Katherine, I didn't mean that you're not doing a good job here. I just…I really can't stay away from the water this long…"
I was cut off by a sharp sting in my left cheek. Reflexes closed my eyes for me, but they reopened just in time to see Kat pull her hand away. I suppose I actually might have deserved that one.
"Isn't this enough? This is fine for me I love the ocean, so does Molly, but you know her, she's a young child, god damn it! She needs space to play; a ship is absolutely no place for her!"
Her words stung worse than my face did. What was she trying to imply- that she would never return to the sea again? The mere thought sickened me and caused my head to spin. Molly had my instincts- she was bound to sail sometime in her life. I couldn't help but retaliate.
"I can't believe you're treating me like this, Kat! I've lived my life by your rules for the past seven years, in our house, since our marriage and I haven't sailed on a major expedition since Molly's birth…like she's the devil pushing me away from everything…"
There went my pirate-like actions. I just called my own daughter a devil. Kat gasped- I clamped my hands over my mouth. She clenched her teeth and for once I was actually afraid of my wife, instead of the other way around.
"I swear to God…"Captain" Jack Sparrow get the hell out of this house right now." she wailed, breaking down into a hysterical fit of tears.
"Kat you know I didn't mean it like that! I'm a freaking bloody pirate, what do you expect? I don't think when I speak, and I never did."
She jumped off the bed and ran over to the other side of the room where my shirt had flew before we got intimate earlier and she tossed it, with full-throttle, at me. It landed in my lap.
"Put this on, wouldn't want you to catch a cold, love." she sarcastically sneered, imitating my incurable pirate talk.
This was getting a little too out of proportion. I watched in shock while Katherine, my wife for three years shy of a decade, opened the drawers of the multiple dressers all over our room and started throwing my clothes and personal items into a wooden chest, but something fell off the ledge just before she was about to close it. Kat didn't really want me gone forever, did she?
"Alright. That's enough clothes, I'm sure you being a pirate, will dirty them fast and come crawling back. I just might not even take you back you…you…just get out NOW."
Realizing there was nothing else to do but listen, I dragged the trunk out of the room, shot her a saddened glance and shut the door. I continued to pull it behind me until I reached Molly's room. Silently dropping the trunk, my hand headed for the brass doorknob and quietly pushed the wooden door open. And that's when I broke down. Molly was soundly asleep, her golden curls surrounding her face. Pirates were never supposed to cry, it was one of the rules to hang tough and fight like a man, but they were more mere guidelines let alone rules. I felt a lonely tear make its way down my face and fell on the bear. The bear that Kat made Molly when she was a baby. I bent down and kissed her on the cheek, gently pushing the curls away from her face. She stirred and turned as I tiptoed back out the door.
The silence throughout the house was interrupted with the sound of Kat crying. I abandoned the trunk once again and made my way back down the hall towards the end. My hand headed for the knob, but jerked itself away. Instead I peeked through the keyhole, watching her back move up and down as she hyperventhilated from crying so hard. She was still lying on the bed, as if she was a lifeless corpse. Deciding it was best to leave, I pulled the trunk down the last stretch of the hallway, opened the back door, and took one last glance of the house. A candle was burning in the kitchen, lighting up the entire room. I couldn't stand it anymore. I walked out without looking back, hearing the screen door slam behind me.
As I walked down the beach, dragging the little nuisance of a trunk behind me, I began to think, and involuntarily start to talk to myself once again.
"Great Jack. You and your big mouth just lost you your home, your wife, and your daughter, possibly forever…"
I stopped myself as I lifted the trunk into the lifeboat, which was overturned, hidden in the dunes. It was a wonder how I still remembered where it was, considering lately I had just been swimming over to the Pearl. Rowing the boat was a fun sport that I hadn't done in awhile; it kept my mind off of things. The cool breeze on the water provided a smooth night for sailing, but sailing wasn't exactly on my agenda. Right now if I were home, Kat and I would be in bed, the lights out, windows wide open, and she would be laying on my bare chest as I kissed her head, as it was every night. But I threw that all away. I had nowhere to go. The lifeboat finally reached the Black Pearl, but as I began to life the trunk onto the ship, I glanced up at the sails, and in amazement I saw an image of Will swinging from the crow's nest onto a rope to the bow of the ship. Rubbing my eyes, I looked again, and Will disappeared.
"So that's where I'll go," I said, talking to myself, "I'll go find my old mate Will."