AN: Here is the 2nd to last part. If you know your 7 sins good, then you can guess what Jack is.
And if you do guess his, then I hope you still read just to see how I write it. On to this part, I
kinda like how it turned out. I feel like this a lot, so my thoughts kinda seeped in here. Oh well.
Disclaimers: Moog
Dedication: Norah, you asked and I delivered.
The Sea and the Sin
Part 6: Mister Gibbs
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"You're pirates! Hang the code and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway!"
Well, that lass certainly had spirit. I'll give her that. Her words may have had a point. But our
hands were tied. My hands were tied. There was no way I was going to jump into that row boat
and go chasing after her love and Jack.
Jack knew the rules. He knew that we were bound by the code. There was nothing I could do.
But watch that young lady struggle to push the boat over the edge, that was about it. I didn't even
move to help her. I just stood there flanked by Anamaria and Cotton. They were just like me, they
didn't bat an eye at her fight with the boat, cursing us all the while.
Why go and help them anyway?
I hardly knew this strumpet or her love the blacksmith. And Jack? He knew us, we were of the
same breed, so our non-action on his account wouldn't surprise him a bit.
Jack has known me for over ten years now. And though technically I met the lass when she was
naught more than a child, young Will Turner as well, I felt no oath of loyalty to them. They both
had illusions of this business that got them into this mess in the first place. Jack was just crazy
enough to go along with it.
Jack was a good man, good pirate. But I wasn't about to go gallivanting off into that pitch black
mouth of that cave to go and save him. There was more than just his life at stake. There was mine
to consider as well.
Even if I wanted to go and save him, the rest of the crew wouldn't agree. They'd continue to sail
off and leave me, then what? Rescue Jack Sparrow only to face death with him upon the
Dauntless with the entire British navy. No I may be an old sot, but I am no sodding fool.
You have to look after yourself out here in the Caribbean. There was no one around to protect
you or always out there to rescue you when bad luck turns your way. I learned that at a young
age.
Like I've been saying, Jack knows this as well, so I don't believe that he excepts a rescue from us.
No I'd wager that the daft man has his own plan and his own agenda to live by and he'll make it
out himself.
So I'll just stand here and watch.
That's what I've been doing all of my life. Some call it self-preservation others call it apathy
towards people. I don't know what to call it for sure, but it had kept me alive so far. Before this
little adventure, I was content to sleep my life away, and let everything pass me by without a care
in the world.
See with sleeping your life away, you get to still live on in your head, without the fear of death,
sorrow, and pain. In sleep and in dreams, you never have to fear being poor or being lonely the
rest of your life. Couple sleep with a flask of rum, then you got your life set.
And I am happy like that. The only draw back from that lifestyle is the sea longing that I suffer.
The sea is one possessive lover that once you had a night with her, she'll never let you go. So in
Tortuga, in my stall, I tried to just sleep.
It worked, for awhile.
Then along came Jack Sparrow with mind to go after Barbossa and the infamous Black Pearl.
Along with the leverage of Bootsrap Bill Turner's son, I agreed. I'd see the sea again but I knew
my apathetic nature wouldn't let any fear for Bill's son get in the way of my duty.
It wouldn't let me care about the well-being Elizabeth, no my old friend Jack.
I don't even force myself to search for a justification for my actions. I just be who I be. The sea
don't ask anymore from me. Jack don't either.
It was just when the woman threw back into my face that I was a pirate, that I could 'hang the
code' as she so ironically put it, that I realized that maybe wasting my life was wrong.
I certainly won't have no stories told about me if I continue like this, as the lass and her love will
certainly had told.
But all the Pearl turned and started to move away, with Elizabeth in her dingy growing smaller, I
realize that I be who I be.
I won't be changed so easily.
And no story, no 'happily ever after' is gonna change me.
So I just watched.
And if you do guess his, then I hope you still read just to see how I write it. On to this part, I
kinda like how it turned out. I feel like this a lot, so my thoughts kinda seeped in here. Oh well.
Disclaimers: Moog
Dedication: Norah, you asked and I delivered.
The Sea and the Sin
Part 6: Mister Gibbs
-------------------------------
"You're pirates! Hang the code and hang the rules! They're more like guidelines anyway!"
Well, that lass certainly had spirit. I'll give her that. Her words may have had a point. But our
hands were tied. My hands were tied. There was no way I was going to jump into that row boat
and go chasing after her love and Jack.
Jack knew the rules. He knew that we were bound by the code. There was nothing I could do.
But watch that young lady struggle to push the boat over the edge, that was about it. I didn't even
move to help her. I just stood there flanked by Anamaria and Cotton. They were just like me, they
didn't bat an eye at her fight with the boat, cursing us all the while.
Why go and help them anyway?
I hardly knew this strumpet or her love the blacksmith. And Jack? He knew us, we were of the
same breed, so our non-action on his account wouldn't surprise him a bit.
Jack has known me for over ten years now. And though technically I met the lass when she was
naught more than a child, young Will Turner as well, I felt no oath of loyalty to them. They both
had illusions of this business that got them into this mess in the first place. Jack was just crazy
enough to go along with it.
Jack was a good man, good pirate. But I wasn't about to go gallivanting off into that pitch black
mouth of that cave to go and save him. There was more than just his life at stake. There was mine
to consider as well.
Even if I wanted to go and save him, the rest of the crew wouldn't agree. They'd continue to sail
off and leave me, then what? Rescue Jack Sparrow only to face death with him upon the
Dauntless with the entire British navy. No I may be an old sot, but I am no sodding fool.
You have to look after yourself out here in the Caribbean. There was no one around to protect
you or always out there to rescue you when bad luck turns your way. I learned that at a young
age.
Like I've been saying, Jack knows this as well, so I don't believe that he excepts a rescue from us.
No I'd wager that the daft man has his own plan and his own agenda to live by and he'll make it
out himself.
So I'll just stand here and watch.
That's what I've been doing all of my life. Some call it self-preservation others call it apathy
towards people. I don't know what to call it for sure, but it had kept me alive so far. Before this
little adventure, I was content to sleep my life away, and let everything pass me by without a care
in the world.
See with sleeping your life away, you get to still live on in your head, without the fear of death,
sorrow, and pain. In sleep and in dreams, you never have to fear being poor or being lonely the
rest of your life. Couple sleep with a flask of rum, then you got your life set.
And I am happy like that. The only draw back from that lifestyle is the sea longing that I suffer.
The sea is one possessive lover that once you had a night with her, she'll never let you go. So in
Tortuga, in my stall, I tried to just sleep.
It worked, for awhile.
Then along came Jack Sparrow with mind to go after Barbossa and the infamous Black Pearl.
Along with the leverage of Bootsrap Bill Turner's son, I agreed. I'd see the sea again but I knew
my apathetic nature wouldn't let any fear for Bill's son get in the way of my duty.
It wouldn't let me care about the well-being Elizabeth, no my old friend Jack.
I don't even force myself to search for a justification for my actions. I just be who I be. The sea
don't ask anymore from me. Jack don't either.
It was just when the woman threw back into my face that I was a pirate, that I could 'hang the
code' as she so ironically put it, that I realized that maybe wasting my life was wrong.
I certainly won't have no stories told about me if I continue like this, as the lass and her love will
certainly had told.
But all the Pearl turned and started to move away, with Elizabeth in her dingy growing smaller, I
realize that I be who I be.
I won't be changed so easily.
And no story, no 'happily ever after' is gonna change me.
So I just watched.
