I sit in my cabin at night and ask myself questions. Most of them unanswerable, as personal questions always seem to be, but some... Some are just muddled, confused and out-of-order. The questions that echo in my head are such that I can't sleep. Questions about my future. About my decisions. About what purpose my life has.
The latter is always the hardest to comprehend. What's my purpose? I think to myself. Easy: Pirating and being Captain of The Black Pearl. But there's a part of me that says the question can't be answered as simply as that. That's what I do, not what I am, I say. Captain Jack is a completely different person from unadulterated, pure, simple Jack.
That shows how much attention I pay to things -- I didn't even know there was an unadulterated, pure, simple Jack. I've only ever been aware of Captain Jack. At least, that's what I keep telling myself...
I'm starting to sound like a bloody madman, staring at the ceiling and carrying on strange conversations with myself, about myself. I try to tell me that Captain Jack has gotten along just fine, and that whoever this Simple Jack is has no business being here.
Do you really think that, Jack?
Yep.
Tell me this, then: Who has Captain Jack ever loved or needed?
That's a tough one. And now I'm telling myself that if Captain Jack doesn't understand the ideas of loving and needing, that Simple Jack should be here, after all. Which is damned frustrating when two people are supposedly in your head and you don't know one of them is there. Who has Simple Jack loved, I wonder?
A young girl with fiery spirit and vicious temper.
Elizabeth? Will's woman? Now why would Simple Jack go and say a thing like that -- I didn't love her!
You loved what you knew about her. She was you as a girl, in a way... but prettier.
Not possible.
If you say so... But maybe she knows who you are. Maybe she knows who Simple Jack is and what he needs...
Haha, no. She knows what Will needs. They're married, remember? MARRIED.
Maybe she didn't want to be married.
I pause to think about things, not quite sure what to say to myself. It's worth a try... I say. I roll my eyes and sigh in annoyance. Fine. Onto Port Royal first thing in the morning. Who knows -- something interesting could happen.
A/N: I decided to make this one longer (I was on a roll), and somewhat lighter. Hope no one minds -- I just have a hard time seeing Jack as angsty. Review, please.
