A/N Hello all my wonderful reviewers! (If there is any of you left out there reading this) I've finally decided to update… consider yourselves lucky! My dad took away my computer so I have to use my brothers. In secret. But let's not dwell on that painful subject, shall we? Here is your update. I've decided to do the scene on Isle De Muerta where Jack turns into the skeleton for the first time. (On request, mind you.) Oh, and I'm sorry this is short. I'm kind of in a rush because my brother will be home soon.
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I didn't really expect anything to happen. In fact, I knew that he wouldn't be affected at all when I thrust my sword into him… aren't I smart? But hey, it was worth a try. But when he sighed like that… yea, that sigh sorta took all the cocky I-won-and-you-didn't right out of me.
But I can't say it was all gone. That's right, I still have some. Don't you worry, darlin'.
But then he pulled it out of his own chest and shoved it into my gorgeous muscular and incredibly sexy chest.
I sure hope it doesn't leave a scar. Not another one… then again, it might just add to the sexiness, like with the gunshot scars.
But the weirdest thing is… I can't feel it. The sword I mean. Barbossa looks awfully smug… I think he's actually enjoying watching me die, the sick bastard!
Then again… I think I would enjoy watching him die… hehe, yeah.
I don't really feel like dying. I don't feel any different than I did two minutes ago. It's curious. Normally, when somebody does something to hurt you, it hurts.
But of course, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow… I'm invincible!
Of course, the thrust of the blow… you must understand… I stumble backward into the moonlight, and suddenly I feel a lot lighter. Is it possible to lose weight in a millisecond? I mean, I'm barely skin and bones! I'm not even skin and bones, I'm just bones!
This is very interesting…
Oh now I remember. The coin… the shiny, shiny coin… so pretty.
I'm… dead?
Haha, I'm the un-dead.
The Immortal Captain Jack Sparrow. It does have a nice ring…
Captain Jack Sparrow, the Immortal.
Captain Sparrow, the Immortal Jack.
Captain Immortal, the Jack Sparrow.
Immortal Captain Jack Sparrow, the.
Hehe. What about… The Captain Immortal Jack the Sparrow.
The Sparrow Captain Jack Immortal…
How many combinations of this can I make? It's actually quite amusing…
But… wait. If I'm a skeleton… what if I can never again have a pleasant night with a whore? What happens to all my unborn children that I will never know about anyways? And…
Oh no. What if I can never drink rum again?
Oh my.
This is awful. Simply awful. My two favorite pastimes are being taken from me just because I saw something shiny and just HAD to take it.
You know, being a skeleton isn't very sexy… I think that the only person who could possibly still look remotely sexy as a skeleton would have to be me. I mean… look at me, I'm still… well…
Dammit I don't want to be a skeleton anymore.
Of course, there are the good things too…
Wait, wait…
No there aren't. Nevermind. But wait, I can do this awesome trick! *flips coin over knuckles, like in the movie*
Haha, that rules!
I don't quite think it is worth it, though.
It isn't exactly inconspicuous, though… I would never be able to walk down the streets in Tortuga at midnight again. Too much staring and questions, too much attention drawn to myself.
Not that that's a bad thing…
I can't really imagine trying to pick up a gal on a street corner when I look like this. I wonder how much that would cost me… four shillings instead of the usual two? That might seem like a cheap price, but hey, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. You think it's hard for me to get a whore?
Well it will be now…
