Chapter Three: Mourning

The three of us sit on the floor of the cell, gazing down. Will is most likely thinking about the friends he'll never see again and the swords he'll never get to finish. But I can see in his eyes, that show so much emotion, whom he is truly thinking about. The love of his life is etched into his mind. A single tear falls from his soft brown eyes. A tear for Elizabeth. My heart melts.

I crawl over and lay my head on his shoulder. He places his arm around me and we cry together.

I cry for the love I will never experience, the family that I will never have. And the life that was such a waste. Norrington's words beat down in my mind. 'You are the filth of this port.' I cry even harder, for my heart knows it's true.

I glance at Jack. His tri-cornered hat is drawn over his coal-lined eyes. I wonder whom he mourns for, or if he mourns at all. He probably mourns over the rum he'll never drink and the wenches he'll never have. Or maybe, just maybe, he mourns for his crew and his beautiful ship. The Black Pearl was an amazing ship. Will always told me that it was a ship of freedom. A kind of freedom that I will never encounter.

I hear Jack clear his throat. Perhaps he is trying to grasp his tears. I call to him. "Jack?"

He takes a minute to respond. "Yes, luv?"

"Come here. Please?" I plea. He glances at me, seeming to be surprised. "Please?" He removes his hat, stands up with his head still held down, and sets beside me. He looks down at me. I look him in the eyes. "Don't be afraid, Jack. If you need to cry, please do so. It helps, Sweetie," I gingerly express.

"Thanks for caring, luv. But pirates don't cry."

"Jack, everyone cries. I'm crying and you yourself called me a pirate," Will enlightened.

"Yes, but ye be a sap, Will."

"I like men who are saps," I smile. Probably my final one before my death wish. My smile quickly fades at the thought. "I can't believe that I am to die tomorrow. I am only eighteen. I want a family and an undying love," I cry.

"Well, at least we will be together," A remorseful smile comes to William's face as he yet again attempts to brighten the moment. "I know what you feel, Anna. I have a shop that will be let run down for no one will tend to it. And most of all, I am in love with someone whom I will never see again. Even though she could never love me back. But I guess I'll never know, now will I?"

"I have a ship that will 'ave no captain. A crew with no captain, most of all. I must die with the fact tha' I never had loved or was ever loved at all," Jack sighed, tears caught tight in his throat, "I did nothing with meself."

"Oh Jack, don't say that. You are a remarkable person. You have my love. Even if it is the love of a friend," Will solaced. He directed his attention towards me. "Anna, I wished I had known you better."

"And, I," Jack added. "You are quite a woman, Anna. My kind a woman."

"Thank you," I whispered. Tears caught in my throat as well. Jack placed his arm around me where Will's had once rested. I laid my head on his shoulder this time. His strength was comforting. "Jack, you smell of the sea," I breathed in his scent. "It smells sweet and fresh."

"Thanks, luv. You smell of sweet plums. My favorite fruit," he smiled. I love his smile. Something draws me to him. I cried into his chest. His grip grew tighter. He pulled me into a cuddle. I don't know what it was; maybe the fact that we were to meet our destiny tomorrow, but Captain Jack Sparrow shed tears.