Thank you for your reviews! They really make ya feel good. Sorry about the wait, I never know if I'm actually gonna follow through with the random ideas that pop into my head but this one stuck, and I feel inspired, not to mention that it helps me procrastinate and not get my homework done. O:-) why did I take so many honors courses.... Oh well on with the story before I get too lazy to write ^_^


Oh! And about the story.. This chapters gonna focus on how jack feels when he leaves the island, and runs into another pirate telling him of Bills fate. Later I'll maybe develop the plot (what plot??) But angst is working for me now. Man I love life.




Chapter Two: Sea Level


Who knew being on a "deserted" island could be so good! All the rum I can drink, and mind you that is sure a lot. Aye, I figured it was not my time to go. With the rum came the warmth of life, or perhaps being drunk gave you that illusion. You can never really tell the difference now, can you. But there was one thing that I could feel that even brought me out of the bliss of being completely smashed. There was a piece missing in my heart.


Now no lady can win the heart of the famous Captain Jack Sparrow. I have the heart of lead. Sure, the lasses can be great fun, and I love being with them but there was always a sort of empty feeling I had when I was with one of 'em. Something that they couldn't give me. No one could.


Or so I thought. When I first became part of the crew of the Pearl, I spotted a lad that caught my eye. Much to proper for a pirate, but that's what intrigued me. Never before did I see a pirate with as nice clothes as he. I still remember our first conversation with consisted something like this. We always used to laugh about it, I mean I hardly remember a thing I guess I was so drunk.


"Hey mate, where you think yer goin'?"


"We'll, you see I am part of the crew on this ship."


"Oh really. You, a pirate? No way mate. Never work for ya."


"I beg to differ. I believe I can make a tidy sum from this work."


"Not like this ya ain't. No way are ya gonna get nowhere with that talk. I can barely hear what yer sayin' boy. Just stick with me, I'll show ya what yer needin' to know. Want rum?"


And that was that. Just sorta went with him everywhere from then on. Everything's blended together, but I remember when we started to get serious, I remember our first kiss, our long nights together. He was always there, and I could never imagine a world without him.


I remember leaving the island for Tortuga, my one track mind occupied by something other than rum and a good lay for once. My thoughts all traveled to him. I was happy, I would soon track down my ship and regain my life. And my man. The ride was all a blur. I remember the feel of the cool night air on my face, which reminded me of the times me and Bill spent together on the Pearl. Good times, all of 'em. Only time I remember being happy without a bottle of rum in my hand.


When the ship docked I got off\, thanked my rescuers and tried to walk in as straight a line as my body could manage until I got to my favorite tavern. My heart was set on a nice cup and then formulating my plan to get Bill back, I mean get my ship back. All my thoughts seemed to be drifting away to him. My heart even fluttered when I imagined the happiness on his face when I would kiss him and tell him I'd never leave 'im again. But that time ne'er came.


I ordered my rum and sat back on the bar stool completely relaxed and happy as an ol' pirate can be. That is until I saw who was sharing the room with me. I saw a few o' my old mates from the Pearl laughing and joking. At first I thought nothing of it and was satisfied observing them from a distance, silently listening to their slurred words. Nothing was very interesting so I contentedly downed my rum and ordered another. I automatically coughed and spluttered when I heard the next name that came from one of their lips.


"Bootstrap Bill."


I sat straight up and my heart began to race when I heard the name of my lover. At first I was excited and eager to hear what was being said about him, thinking it would be of his amazing accomplishments. Almost as good a pirate as me, you know. But nothing could have prepared me for what I heard. I still remember the sentence that changed my life.


"Yeah, good thing Barbossa got ridda that ol' scallywag Bootstap; he deserved that watery grave."


I will also always remember the laughter that ensued after that was said. It took a few moments to sink in. Bill was dead. He was dead. Gone. Dead. I quickly jumped up spilling my cup and all of its contents onto the floor. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now. Only Bill, but he was gone. I put my finger to the necklace that he had given me when he first said he loved me. Never taken the thing off since. The metal felt hot, almost burning as I left the tavern in a rage. Something clouded my vision, I dunno what, for I was overcome by grief but tears were never an option. I must've gotten something in my eye.


I ran out into the pouring rain with nowhere to go. And no one to go to. All my fantasies were crushed. And so was my reality, my life. I dashed as fast as my alcohol filled body would carry me to the nearest departing ship. I sprinted on board and collapsed into a pile by the goods it was carrying. I don't remember anything but sitting there with the same comforting wind blowing at my back, but this time all it did was remind me of all I had lost. The boat began to depart and I felt nothing. I thought nothing. Again, nothing mattered. Not even life.


I must have been sailing for a while but the last thing I remember was ripping the necklace off; all it did was act as a token of my stolen life. I threw it overboard and rested my head on a wooden barrel filled with who knows what and drifted into a troubled sleep. The only kind of sleep I can get anymore. Maybe in my dreams I will see him, I thought. And I still think, every night. I only see him leaving me on the island, and I think I glimpse a tear rolling down his face as he leaves me for dead on the deserted island. He would never know that he would be the one dead, and I would be the one starving, unable to get the only food that sustained me: him.




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Now wasn't that angsty... well what can I say it's the beginning of school, everyone's feeling it. Now I gotta go do my bio homework... loads of fun. Please leave a review, it'll be something actually good in my wretched school year.