And so it was that Captain Jack Sparrow found himself lying on his
back in a prison cell by his miserable self. It was the same as all the
rest-dark and somewhat eerie, with pungent scents meandering unpleasantly
in the air. There was a small window a few cells down from Jack which let
in small amounts of clean air at various times. Once the cool, clear air
managed its way in, however, it quickly mingled with the damp, hot air that
was inside the prison and therefore provided no sustenance for the inmates.
This was the worst time he'd had in prison in years. Sure, it was never fun, but there were usually other inmates, if not guards, to talk to, outsmart, and annoy. However, on this occasion, there was not, from what he could tell, another living soul in the entire prison.
He heaved a large sigh and rolled over onto his stomach, the concrete cool against his tired body, and his head rested gently on his hands. What he would have given for this time to himself the previous day! And now he wished nothing more than to have a lively conversation with his crew. He'd have even settled for a heated argument with his old friend, William Turner. No, Will was not a bad person to talk with in the least. He just had a way about him that made you want to hit him really hard whenever he did something stupid. That was, at least how Jack felt.
Without even realizing it, Jack's thoughts gradually wandered back to Jessi. Finally aware of what he was thinking, a smile cleverly found its way across his lips. "There's something about her," Jack thought to himself as he smiled coyly, "that's positively different from anyone I've ever met..." This thought stayed with him for a while, right up until the point where he heard a door swing open and then close rather noisily.
"-I haven't even done anything wrong!" A woman's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You can't do this!"
A rather fiery young woman was being restrained by a guard and led into the cell next to Jack.
"Anamaria!" A grin spread across Jack's face as he laid eyes upon the pretty woman. She had dark skin and even darker hair, matching her eyes perfectly.
"Jack!" she reached through the bars as Jack scrambled up to grab her hand.
"Annie, love, what are you doing here? This certainly isn't a place for a lady of the Black Pearl." He flashed her a quick grin.
"I was wondering that myself!" she answered, a fire in her eyes Jack had not seen for quite a while. "There I was, minding my own business, when some daft, inflated moron comes up to me and tells me I need a bloody license for me to dock the Pearl, and then says I have to go to prison for not having one!"
Jack gaped at her. "The same thing happened to me, you know, that's why I'm in here!"
"No, Jack, the reason we're in here is you! You're the man who ordered us to dock the Pearl in this harbor-"
"I'm also the man who's human. Perfect as I may seem, darling, I do indeed make mistakes, and there was no reason I should have made the assumption that we needed a license to dock our ruddy boat!"
She glared at him for a moment. "What are we going to do, then?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, they'll eventually round up the rest of the crew and throw them in here as well. Once they've locked us all away, what will they do with the Pearl?"
Jack hadn't thought about this. "You don't think they'd... Destroy it, or anything, do you?" He asked her worriedly.
"I don't know what to think about this Godforsaken place..."
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Day after day passed and, surprisingly enough, not one more of Jack's crew was thrown in jail. However, a week after being in there, Jack went through fierce withdrawal from the alcohol that his system had become so accustomed to.
His features sharpened from hunger and his incessant vomiting was interrupted only by his cries of excruciating pain and restless slumber. On the bleak upside, with the company and sympathy of Anamaria, Jack's weary mind was tricked into believing that the two months spent there was no more than a couple of weeks.
And even though it seemed as though he would die, he stayed strong and did indeed make it through the two months alive.
And so he staggered out of the prison, one arm around a shaken Anamaria, the other on his spinning head, and made his way toward the bar. He didn't care if he'd made it through prison alive, he knew he'd die if he didn't have some form of alcohol.
After ambling into the dimly lit, strong-smelling bar, he took a seat. Fortunately, he was the only person in there.
"You go on, Annie, round up the crew..." He croaked to the woman beside him, who was rubbing his shoulder soothingly.
"But... Jack, will you be all right?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"I'll be fine, love, now go on, I'll find you in a few days' time if you don't find me first."
She nodded, accepting his order. "Aye, Captain..." She started toward the door, then stopped abruptly before walking out and said, "Jack, please be careful..." Her eyes had well up with tears of concern and her generally strong voice quaked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Annie, I will be...." He smiled weakly.
She nodded a second time, looking slightly more at ease, and then walked out. Without hesitation, Jack laid his aching head down on the table and closed his eyes. "Jessi!"
She appeared behind the bar. "Oh God, Jack!" She raced over to him. "What happened? You look awful!"
He smiled up at her a little and said, "You look lovely too, darling, now can you bring me a rum before I drop dead on your floor?"
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This was the worst time he'd had in prison in years. Sure, it was never fun, but there were usually other inmates, if not guards, to talk to, outsmart, and annoy. However, on this occasion, there was not, from what he could tell, another living soul in the entire prison.
He heaved a large sigh and rolled over onto his stomach, the concrete cool against his tired body, and his head rested gently on his hands. What he would have given for this time to himself the previous day! And now he wished nothing more than to have a lively conversation with his crew. He'd have even settled for a heated argument with his old friend, William Turner. No, Will was not a bad person to talk with in the least. He just had a way about him that made you want to hit him really hard whenever he did something stupid. That was, at least how Jack felt.
Without even realizing it, Jack's thoughts gradually wandered back to Jessi. Finally aware of what he was thinking, a smile cleverly found its way across his lips. "There's something about her," Jack thought to himself as he smiled coyly, "that's positively different from anyone I've ever met..." This thought stayed with him for a while, right up until the point where he heard a door swing open and then close rather noisily.
"-I haven't even done anything wrong!" A woman's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You can't do this!"
A rather fiery young woman was being restrained by a guard and led into the cell next to Jack.
"Anamaria!" A grin spread across Jack's face as he laid eyes upon the pretty woman. She had dark skin and even darker hair, matching her eyes perfectly.
"Jack!" she reached through the bars as Jack scrambled up to grab her hand.
"Annie, love, what are you doing here? This certainly isn't a place for a lady of the Black Pearl." He flashed her a quick grin.
"I was wondering that myself!" she answered, a fire in her eyes Jack had not seen for quite a while. "There I was, minding my own business, when some daft, inflated moron comes up to me and tells me I need a bloody license for me to dock the Pearl, and then says I have to go to prison for not having one!"
Jack gaped at her. "The same thing happened to me, you know, that's why I'm in here!"
"No, Jack, the reason we're in here is you! You're the man who ordered us to dock the Pearl in this harbor-"
"I'm also the man who's human. Perfect as I may seem, darling, I do indeed make mistakes, and there was no reason I should have made the assumption that we needed a license to dock our ruddy boat!"
She glared at him for a moment. "What are we going to do, then?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, they'll eventually round up the rest of the crew and throw them in here as well. Once they've locked us all away, what will they do with the Pearl?"
Jack hadn't thought about this. "You don't think they'd... Destroy it, or anything, do you?" He asked her worriedly.
"I don't know what to think about this Godforsaken place..."
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Day after day passed and, surprisingly enough, not one more of Jack's crew was thrown in jail. However, a week after being in there, Jack went through fierce withdrawal from the alcohol that his system had become so accustomed to.
His features sharpened from hunger and his incessant vomiting was interrupted only by his cries of excruciating pain and restless slumber. On the bleak upside, with the company and sympathy of Anamaria, Jack's weary mind was tricked into believing that the two months spent there was no more than a couple of weeks.
And even though it seemed as though he would die, he stayed strong and did indeed make it through the two months alive.
And so he staggered out of the prison, one arm around a shaken Anamaria, the other on his spinning head, and made his way toward the bar. He didn't care if he'd made it through prison alive, he knew he'd die if he didn't have some form of alcohol.
After ambling into the dimly lit, strong-smelling bar, he took a seat. Fortunately, he was the only person in there.
"You go on, Annie, round up the crew..." He croaked to the woman beside him, who was rubbing his shoulder soothingly.
"But... Jack, will you be all right?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"I'll be fine, love, now go on, I'll find you in a few days' time if you don't find me first."
She nodded, accepting his order. "Aye, Captain..." She started toward the door, then stopped abruptly before walking out and said, "Jack, please be careful..." Her eyes had well up with tears of concern and her generally strong voice quaked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Annie, I will be...." He smiled weakly.
She nodded a second time, looking slightly more at ease, and then walked out. Without hesitation, Jack laid his aching head down on the table and closed his eyes. "Jessi!"
She appeared behind the bar. "Oh God, Jack!" She raced over to him. "What happened? You look awful!"
He smiled up at her a little and said, "You look lovely too, darling, now can you bring me a rum before I drop dead on your floor?"
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