Shadows Over the Sea
By Illoria
A/N: Thank you SO INCREDIBLY MUCH for all the reviews. I feel so loved *^^* Some people have been asking about the age difference between Jack and William - in this story, William is 20 years older than Jack, so at their first meeting, William is 26. :) I dunno, I always pictured William being that much older than Jack, like a father figure. :} Anywho, tons and tons of thanks for all the reviews. I've never gotten this many reviews within, like, 2 days! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU =D Drinks all around! lol. :} Now, on with the story!
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Chapter Three
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Days passed on the Voyager. Jack ran around happily doing whatever jobs around the ship he was told to do; most commonly it was nothing more than swabbing the deck and such, but Jack didn't care. He didn't care what he was doing on the ship, as long as he was there.
One of his favorite things was having dinner with the crew every night. The crew was rowdy, but still kind towards Jack, and truthfully he loved the chaotic atmosphere of those dinners. Bottles of rum were always passed around, and each crew member filled his glass several times over. Jack grudgingly accepted when he was given a different drink, too young to have a sip of rum.
Sometimes, William would try to get the crew to sing the same song that he'd taught Jack four years ago. Jack still remembered the whole thing. Apparently, the crew didn't like the song very much; they'd start groaning when William brought it up. Jack would sing along, though. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."
Days turned into weeks, which in turn turned to months. Soon, it'd been six months since Jack had last set foot in his hometown. The ship had docked in Tortuga a couple of times for supplies, but Jack hadn't gotten off of the ship. He was thoroughly enjoying his life as it was, and he didn't want to go back.
When the pirates went out to pillage, plunder, and do whatever else they were going to do to bring some gold back onto the ship, Jack wasn't supposed to go with them. "When you're older, boy," he was told by the crew members. He'd roll his eyes and remain on board.
When Jack was twelve, and he'd been on the Voyager for two years, he was finally allowed to disembark on one of the many islands or towns to which the pirate crew was setting out to retrieve treasures from. Usually, he was made to stand guard and make sure that no one got suspicious, or discovered the crew's intentions. He thought he did a good job, because, well, none of the crew was caught.
By the time Jack was fourteen, he knew the ship better than he knew most anything (or anyone) else. William and the other crew members had taught him all the technicalities, terms, and basically everything else a pirate needed to know about his ship.
Also, by the time Jack was fourteen, he was no longer anything close to being the smaller-than-average, kind of scrawny child he'd been. Not only had he hit his growth spurt by then, he was also muscular from all his labor on the Voyager, and tanned from the countless hours he'd spent out in the sun. With his dark hair falling down to just above his neck, he had actually become quite a good-looking teenager.
But, it was when Jack was fourteen that the most horrible thing that could possibly happen… well, happened.
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"OUT OF RUM?!"
Captain Sparrow slammed his empty mug down on his counter, and his eyes frantically darted around to the many equally empty bottles scattered about.
A knock came on the door.
"What is it?" Jack yelled, his voice slurred.
"Gibbs, Cap'n," came the voice from the other side of the door. "Heard ys yellin'... Everythin' alright?"
Jack groaned, got up off his bed, and yanked the door open. "Happy?" he asked, presenting himself to his first-mate.
"What was all the yellin' about?" Gibbs asked.
Jack sighed and put a hand to his head. He turned around and gestured wildly toward the empty rum bottles. "Out of rum," he grumbled.
"Out of rum?!" Gibbs echoed.
Jack nodded.
"How many bottles have you drunk…?" Gibbs said in awe as he counted the empty bottles.
Jack shrugged, a sheepish grin upon his face. He suddenly felt dizzy, and so tired… He felt his eyes starting to close…
"Well. Looks like we'll be stoppin' in Tortuga, eh?"
Gibbs' words shook Jack from his drunken daze, and his eyes snapped open. "Tortuga?"
Gibbs nodded, looking very perplexed. "Jack, are ya sure yer okay? I mean, I just mentioned Tortuga and you-"
Jack thrust his hands out and waved them in the air, struggling for words, for a quick explanation. "You see… I… Tortuga is too far out of the way." There, that was it. He was too drunk to remember exactly where they were, but that explanation would do. "We'll just pick up supplies next town we see. Savvy?"
Gibbs nodded, but still looked confused. He shook his head and started to turn around to leave Jack's cabin. "Aye, whatever ye say, Cap'n. But I've never heard of Captain Jack Sparrow objecting to a visit to Tortuga."
Gibbs opened the cabin door and left. Jack sighed and fell back down onto his bed. Tiredness washed over him again, and he fell asleep.
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Jack woke in the morning, and the first thing his eyes landed on was the empty bottles of rum littering his counter. He groaned as soon as he'd counted the bottles, knowing he was about to experience possibly the worst hangover of his life. And he didn't even have any rum left to get rid of the headache!
In a very bad mood, Jack stepped out of bed and didn't move any further until his cabin stopped spinning around. He dressed, took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the deck.
Just as he'd known it would, the sunlight made his head feel as if it's split in half. He had to close his eyes for a moment, and it helped, but the feeling of his brain exploding returned as soon as they'd opened again. Seeing as though he couldn't steer with his eyes closed, he'd have to put up with it.
Anamaria walked by, and Jack stopped her. "What's the nearest town?" he asked abruptly.
Anamaria had a shocked look on her face for just a moment – Jack Sparrow, talking to a woman without hitting on her? Now that was odd… But, she said, "We're comin' up on one now." She pointed to an island with what looked like a small town on it, not far away. "We should get there by late afternoon."
Jack nodded. "Thank you, Anamaria," he said, folding his hands together. She nodded back and walked away.
Jack walked up to the helm, where Gibbs was steering. "Mind if I take over, mate?" he asked. Gibbs turned around and smiled. "All yours, Cap'n."
"Many thanks," Jack said, as he put his hands on the wheel. He would've sworn that the feeling of the fine oak wood beneath his hands relieved his headache more than a little, as did the swaying of the ship throughout the day. As Anamaria had predicted, they reached a small town by late afternoon. Jack gave the crew permission to disembark, giving a list of the supplies they needed, and telling them to be back on board by noon the next day at the latest.
Jack was the last to leave the ship. He walked through the mostly empty streets of the town, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be suspicious of his appearance. No one bothered him, and he came upon a tavern and stepped inside. It was too early for most of the pub-goers to be out, and there were only a few others in the tavern other than Jack.
He sat down at a table in the corner. Even sooner than he'd thought, one of the pretty barmaids was practically on top of him – she leaned over him so that her dress revealed more than what would've normally been considered appropriate. "A drink, sir?" she asked.
Jack, remarkably, shook his head. "Not right now, love," he said.
The barmaid paused, then leaned even closer to him and said in a seductive tone, "Some company, sir?"
Jack sighed, shook his head, and said again, in a more dejected tone than before, "Not right now, love."
The barmaid snapped up, looking thoroughly offended. "Well then," she huffed, walking away.
"Snap out of it, Jack!" he grumbled to himself as he cradled his head in his hands on the table. First he'd turned down alcohol, which was remarkable in itself, but then he'd just gone over the top and turned down a woman!
Either he'd finally gone over the edge, or he was thoroughly depressed because of the time period his mind was currently stuck in. When he was fourteen, the Voyager had been attacked by an enemy pirate ship. Jack had been shoved into the brig, helpless, hearing nothing but the sounds of cannons as first – he'd had to dodge a bullet as it rammed a hole in the brig – and then he'd heard the sound of swords clanging and heavy footsteps from on deck. He'd tried to get up there, but he was locked in…
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"LET… ME… OUT!" Jack yelled, ramming his shoulder against the locked door between words. Each attempt, however, sent him flying backward, the door still as locked as it'd been before.
And then, after what must've been hours of pacing around in the brig trying to figure out what to do, he'd tried to ram into the door one more time – the door opened, and he tumbled out onto the deck.
He landed at William's feet. Quickly picking himself up, Jack looked around the ship, seeing some of the crew members – his friends – lying on the deck, motionless. But he had no time to say, or do, anything – William grabbed a hold of him and dragged him to the edge of the ship, where a rowboat was waiting.
Jack, William, and about six other crew members climbed into the boat and soon they were rowing into shore. Jack's eyes darted around, confused. He looked at William, whose face was etched with pain. Looking down, he saw that William's arm was cut badly.
"William, are you-"
"Fine, Jack," William said quickly.
"What's going-"
"She's sinking," William said softly.
Jack didn't say anything else, because he was pretty much in shock. He rowed mechanically with the other crew members, and didn't look back until they'd reached the shore of an island.
Sadness swept over him as he saw her, the majestic Voyager, sinking into the ocean. One side was falling fast, the other side hanging on. He could see several large holes blasted into the side of the ship. She sunk fairly quickly, and the remaining members of the crew all stared out to sea even after she'd long been under.
Jack saw William tear himself away and sit down on the beach, away from the remaining members of the crew. Jack realized that in all the chaos, he hadn't even stopped to see which crew members were left. His heart fell as he realized that some of his best friends had gone under with the ship. And of course, the Captain had gone down with his ship. Jack hadn't known the Captain all that well, but he had always been grateful to him for letting him aboard the Voyager.
Gradually, the crew broke up and sat each on their own on the beach. Jack hesitated, but went over to sit next to William. He had walked over there with every intention to speak, but as soon as he'd sat down and seen the look on William's face, the look of utter loss, he'd abruptly trashed his idea, and was silent.
Night fell on the island, and the crew figured they ought to go into town and get something to eat. They told William to come along, but he refused. Then they motioned for Jack to follow them – he hesitated, but realized that William might want to be alone, and followed.
There was a small village on the island, and the crew went into a tavern. They kept a close eye on Jack, even though the pub was almost empty anyway. Usually Jack resented the crew's habit of doting on him like he was a child, but tonight he was obviously preoccupied.
The crew ordered drinks and requested, as always, something non-alcoholic for Jack. When the drinks arrived, none of them took more than a few sips, and no one spoke. It wasn't an awkward silence – it was sad. They'd lost their ship, their shipmates, their Captain.
After a while, they left the tavern, flicking coins onto the counter, and went back to the beach for William. He was still sitting in the same place they'd left him.
"Hey, Bootstraps," Thomas, one of the crew members, called to William. "I s'pose we'll be staying at an inn tonight?"
William nodded and waved his hands. Thomas paused, and said awkwardly, "Ye be coming?"
William nodded again, but made no move to get up. "I'll go get a room," Thomas said softly to the crew. "I'll be back." He left.
The crew members sat down around William. Jack was staring out to sea, at the place where the Voyager had sunk but a few hours ago. It was remarkable to Jack that just that morning, he'd been swabbing the deck on board. And now, she was on the ocean floor, never to set sail again.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rid his mind of the horrible image of the Voyager on the sea bottom. He replaced the images with images of the Voyager above the sea instead of below it, her majestic sails, the sea-worn wooden mermaid suspended on the bow.
Soon, Tom came back and told the pirates he'd gotten them a room in an inn in town. All of them stood, William last, and made their way down the dark streets. They came to a building and went inside and into their respective rooms, but none of them could sleep without the ocean beneath them.
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As bad luck would have it, Captain Sparrow had ended up on the same island, in the same tavern, as the night he'd been shipwrecked with Bootstraps and half of the Voyager's crew. When they'd docked, he'd thought it wasn't the same place – it did look different than it had almost twenty-five years ago. But the streets were the same, and the tavern was the same as it had been back then. No, there was no doubt about where Jack was.
He probably should've just listened to Gibbs and docked in Tortuga for a night. At least Tortuga looked quite a bit different than it'd looked when Jack was a young boy, and the Faithful Bride hadn't been there back then – but this little tavern was exactly the same. It could've even been the same table Jack had sat at after being shipwrecked twenty-four years ago.
Which was why he had to get up and leave. Even though he hadn't gotten a drink, he left a gold coin on the table before he left. Jack made his way down the dark streets, having no choice but to take the same route he'd taken back then, and arrived back at the Pearl. Seeing her, at least, gave him a huge amount of comfort, and chased away the images of the Voyager sinking. Jack didn't want to think about the fact that the Black Pearl could've very well sailed right over the sunken Voyager on its way to the island.
The Captain boarded his ship and leaned on the rail, looking out to sea. The sky was clear and many stars were out, and the moon reflected in the ocean, the white glow rippling with the small waves. The sea was calm tonight; the Pearl was only swaying very slightly beneath Jack's feet. Somehow, though, he wanted a storm. He wanted the sky to cloud over, the rain to pour down. He wanted the thunder to crack across the ocean and then, he would feel better because he wouldn't be the only one who was angry.
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A/N: Keep 'em comin', reviewers! lol. :) As I said last chapter, reviewing is not necessary but... very much encouraged. You give me inspiration!! *blows kiss, hands out cake* :}
By Illoria
A/N: Thank you SO INCREDIBLY MUCH for all the reviews. I feel so loved *^^* Some people have been asking about the age difference between Jack and William - in this story, William is 20 years older than Jack, so at their first meeting, William is 26. :) I dunno, I always pictured William being that much older than Jack, like a father figure. :} Anywho, tons and tons of thanks for all the reviews. I've never gotten this many reviews within, like, 2 days! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU =D Drinks all around! lol. :} Now, on with the story!
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Chapter Three
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Days passed on the Voyager. Jack ran around happily doing whatever jobs around the ship he was told to do; most commonly it was nothing more than swabbing the deck and such, but Jack didn't care. He didn't care what he was doing on the ship, as long as he was there.
One of his favorite things was having dinner with the crew every night. The crew was rowdy, but still kind towards Jack, and truthfully he loved the chaotic atmosphere of those dinners. Bottles of rum were always passed around, and each crew member filled his glass several times over. Jack grudgingly accepted when he was given a different drink, too young to have a sip of rum.
Sometimes, William would try to get the crew to sing the same song that he'd taught Jack four years ago. Jack still remembered the whole thing. Apparently, the crew didn't like the song very much; they'd start groaning when William brought it up. Jack would sing along, though. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."
Days turned into weeks, which in turn turned to months. Soon, it'd been six months since Jack had last set foot in his hometown. The ship had docked in Tortuga a couple of times for supplies, but Jack hadn't gotten off of the ship. He was thoroughly enjoying his life as it was, and he didn't want to go back.
When the pirates went out to pillage, plunder, and do whatever else they were going to do to bring some gold back onto the ship, Jack wasn't supposed to go with them. "When you're older, boy," he was told by the crew members. He'd roll his eyes and remain on board.
When Jack was twelve, and he'd been on the Voyager for two years, he was finally allowed to disembark on one of the many islands or towns to which the pirate crew was setting out to retrieve treasures from. Usually, he was made to stand guard and make sure that no one got suspicious, or discovered the crew's intentions. He thought he did a good job, because, well, none of the crew was caught.
By the time Jack was fourteen, he knew the ship better than he knew most anything (or anyone) else. William and the other crew members had taught him all the technicalities, terms, and basically everything else a pirate needed to know about his ship.
Also, by the time Jack was fourteen, he was no longer anything close to being the smaller-than-average, kind of scrawny child he'd been. Not only had he hit his growth spurt by then, he was also muscular from all his labor on the Voyager, and tanned from the countless hours he'd spent out in the sun. With his dark hair falling down to just above his neck, he had actually become quite a good-looking teenager.
But, it was when Jack was fourteen that the most horrible thing that could possibly happen… well, happened.
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"OUT OF RUM?!"
Captain Sparrow slammed his empty mug down on his counter, and his eyes frantically darted around to the many equally empty bottles scattered about.
A knock came on the door.
"What is it?" Jack yelled, his voice slurred.
"Gibbs, Cap'n," came the voice from the other side of the door. "Heard ys yellin'... Everythin' alright?"
Jack groaned, got up off his bed, and yanked the door open. "Happy?" he asked, presenting himself to his first-mate.
"What was all the yellin' about?" Gibbs asked.
Jack sighed and put a hand to his head. He turned around and gestured wildly toward the empty rum bottles. "Out of rum," he grumbled.
"Out of rum?!" Gibbs echoed.
Jack nodded.
"How many bottles have you drunk…?" Gibbs said in awe as he counted the empty bottles.
Jack shrugged, a sheepish grin upon his face. He suddenly felt dizzy, and so tired… He felt his eyes starting to close…
"Well. Looks like we'll be stoppin' in Tortuga, eh?"
Gibbs' words shook Jack from his drunken daze, and his eyes snapped open. "Tortuga?"
Gibbs nodded, looking very perplexed. "Jack, are ya sure yer okay? I mean, I just mentioned Tortuga and you-"
Jack thrust his hands out and waved them in the air, struggling for words, for a quick explanation. "You see… I… Tortuga is too far out of the way." There, that was it. He was too drunk to remember exactly where they were, but that explanation would do. "We'll just pick up supplies next town we see. Savvy?"
Gibbs nodded, but still looked confused. He shook his head and started to turn around to leave Jack's cabin. "Aye, whatever ye say, Cap'n. But I've never heard of Captain Jack Sparrow objecting to a visit to Tortuga."
Gibbs opened the cabin door and left. Jack sighed and fell back down onto his bed. Tiredness washed over him again, and he fell asleep.
**
Jack woke in the morning, and the first thing his eyes landed on was the empty bottles of rum littering his counter. He groaned as soon as he'd counted the bottles, knowing he was about to experience possibly the worst hangover of his life. And he didn't even have any rum left to get rid of the headache!
In a very bad mood, Jack stepped out of bed and didn't move any further until his cabin stopped spinning around. He dressed, took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the deck.
Just as he'd known it would, the sunlight made his head feel as if it's split in half. He had to close his eyes for a moment, and it helped, but the feeling of his brain exploding returned as soon as they'd opened again. Seeing as though he couldn't steer with his eyes closed, he'd have to put up with it.
Anamaria walked by, and Jack stopped her. "What's the nearest town?" he asked abruptly.
Anamaria had a shocked look on her face for just a moment – Jack Sparrow, talking to a woman without hitting on her? Now that was odd… But, she said, "We're comin' up on one now." She pointed to an island with what looked like a small town on it, not far away. "We should get there by late afternoon."
Jack nodded. "Thank you, Anamaria," he said, folding his hands together. She nodded back and walked away.
Jack walked up to the helm, where Gibbs was steering. "Mind if I take over, mate?" he asked. Gibbs turned around and smiled. "All yours, Cap'n."
"Many thanks," Jack said, as he put his hands on the wheel. He would've sworn that the feeling of the fine oak wood beneath his hands relieved his headache more than a little, as did the swaying of the ship throughout the day. As Anamaria had predicted, they reached a small town by late afternoon. Jack gave the crew permission to disembark, giving a list of the supplies they needed, and telling them to be back on board by noon the next day at the latest.
Jack was the last to leave the ship. He walked through the mostly empty streets of the town, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be suspicious of his appearance. No one bothered him, and he came upon a tavern and stepped inside. It was too early for most of the pub-goers to be out, and there were only a few others in the tavern other than Jack.
He sat down at a table in the corner. Even sooner than he'd thought, one of the pretty barmaids was practically on top of him – she leaned over him so that her dress revealed more than what would've normally been considered appropriate. "A drink, sir?" she asked.
Jack, remarkably, shook his head. "Not right now, love," he said.
The barmaid paused, then leaned even closer to him and said in a seductive tone, "Some company, sir?"
Jack sighed, shook his head, and said again, in a more dejected tone than before, "Not right now, love."
The barmaid snapped up, looking thoroughly offended. "Well then," she huffed, walking away.
"Snap out of it, Jack!" he grumbled to himself as he cradled his head in his hands on the table. First he'd turned down alcohol, which was remarkable in itself, but then he'd just gone over the top and turned down a woman!
Either he'd finally gone over the edge, or he was thoroughly depressed because of the time period his mind was currently stuck in. When he was fourteen, the Voyager had been attacked by an enemy pirate ship. Jack had been shoved into the brig, helpless, hearing nothing but the sounds of cannons as first – he'd had to dodge a bullet as it rammed a hole in the brig – and then he'd heard the sound of swords clanging and heavy footsteps from on deck. He'd tried to get up there, but he was locked in…
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"LET… ME… OUT!" Jack yelled, ramming his shoulder against the locked door between words. Each attempt, however, sent him flying backward, the door still as locked as it'd been before.
And then, after what must've been hours of pacing around in the brig trying to figure out what to do, he'd tried to ram into the door one more time – the door opened, and he tumbled out onto the deck.
He landed at William's feet. Quickly picking himself up, Jack looked around the ship, seeing some of the crew members – his friends – lying on the deck, motionless. But he had no time to say, or do, anything – William grabbed a hold of him and dragged him to the edge of the ship, where a rowboat was waiting.
Jack, William, and about six other crew members climbed into the boat and soon they were rowing into shore. Jack's eyes darted around, confused. He looked at William, whose face was etched with pain. Looking down, he saw that William's arm was cut badly.
"William, are you-"
"Fine, Jack," William said quickly.
"What's going-"
"She's sinking," William said softly.
Jack didn't say anything else, because he was pretty much in shock. He rowed mechanically with the other crew members, and didn't look back until they'd reached the shore of an island.
Sadness swept over him as he saw her, the majestic Voyager, sinking into the ocean. One side was falling fast, the other side hanging on. He could see several large holes blasted into the side of the ship. She sunk fairly quickly, and the remaining members of the crew all stared out to sea even after she'd long been under.
Jack saw William tear himself away and sit down on the beach, away from the remaining members of the crew. Jack realized that in all the chaos, he hadn't even stopped to see which crew members were left. His heart fell as he realized that some of his best friends had gone under with the ship. And of course, the Captain had gone down with his ship. Jack hadn't known the Captain all that well, but he had always been grateful to him for letting him aboard the Voyager.
Gradually, the crew broke up and sat each on their own on the beach. Jack hesitated, but went over to sit next to William. He had walked over there with every intention to speak, but as soon as he'd sat down and seen the look on William's face, the look of utter loss, he'd abruptly trashed his idea, and was silent.
Night fell on the island, and the crew figured they ought to go into town and get something to eat. They told William to come along, but he refused. Then they motioned for Jack to follow them – he hesitated, but realized that William might want to be alone, and followed.
There was a small village on the island, and the crew went into a tavern. They kept a close eye on Jack, even though the pub was almost empty anyway. Usually Jack resented the crew's habit of doting on him like he was a child, but tonight he was obviously preoccupied.
The crew ordered drinks and requested, as always, something non-alcoholic for Jack. When the drinks arrived, none of them took more than a few sips, and no one spoke. It wasn't an awkward silence – it was sad. They'd lost their ship, their shipmates, their Captain.
After a while, they left the tavern, flicking coins onto the counter, and went back to the beach for William. He was still sitting in the same place they'd left him.
"Hey, Bootstraps," Thomas, one of the crew members, called to William. "I s'pose we'll be staying at an inn tonight?"
William nodded and waved his hands. Thomas paused, and said awkwardly, "Ye be coming?"
William nodded again, but made no move to get up. "I'll go get a room," Thomas said softly to the crew. "I'll be back." He left.
The crew members sat down around William. Jack was staring out to sea, at the place where the Voyager had sunk but a few hours ago. It was remarkable to Jack that just that morning, he'd been swabbing the deck on board. And now, she was on the ocean floor, never to set sail again.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rid his mind of the horrible image of the Voyager on the sea bottom. He replaced the images with images of the Voyager above the sea instead of below it, her majestic sails, the sea-worn wooden mermaid suspended on the bow.
Soon, Tom came back and told the pirates he'd gotten them a room in an inn in town. All of them stood, William last, and made their way down the dark streets. They came to a building and went inside and into their respective rooms, but none of them could sleep without the ocean beneath them.
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As bad luck would have it, Captain Sparrow had ended up on the same island, in the same tavern, as the night he'd been shipwrecked with Bootstraps and half of the Voyager's crew. When they'd docked, he'd thought it wasn't the same place – it did look different than it had almost twenty-five years ago. But the streets were the same, and the tavern was the same as it had been back then. No, there was no doubt about where Jack was.
He probably should've just listened to Gibbs and docked in Tortuga for a night. At least Tortuga looked quite a bit different than it'd looked when Jack was a young boy, and the Faithful Bride hadn't been there back then – but this little tavern was exactly the same. It could've even been the same table Jack had sat at after being shipwrecked twenty-four years ago.
Which was why he had to get up and leave. Even though he hadn't gotten a drink, he left a gold coin on the table before he left. Jack made his way down the dark streets, having no choice but to take the same route he'd taken back then, and arrived back at the Pearl. Seeing her, at least, gave him a huge amount of comfort, and chased away the images of the Voyager sinking. Jack didn't want to think about the fact that the Black Pearl could've very well sailed right over the sunken Voyager on its way to the island.
The Captain boarded his ship and leaned on the rail, looking out to sea. The sky was clear and many stars were out, and the moon reflected in the ocean, the white glow rippling with the small waves. The sea was calm tonight; the Pearl was only swaying very slightly beneath Jack's feet. Somehow, though, he wanted a storm. He wanted the sky to cloud over, the rain to pour down. He wanted the thunder to crack across the ocean and then, he would feel better because he wouldn't be the only one who was angry.
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A/N: Keep 'em comin', reviewers! lol. :) As I said last chapter, reviewing is not necessary but... very much encouraged. You give me inspiration!! *blows kiss, hands out cake* :}