Authors note: No reviews for last chapter *sniff* but hopefully you'll like this one better. And yes, the R parts will be coming up later.
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The sea is a mistress of illusion. Years as a pirate taught him to never accept things at face value, and that the hidden layers beneath what you see are more important than all the shining gloss your eye contents itself with.
When a man looked at Jack Sparrow, he saw life. Freedom streaming from every pore into a glittery facade, woven together with dreams.
But Gibbs was no man. He was a friend, and with Jack, that made all the difference. So sometimes, when the Captain shouted out orders, he could almost hear loss echoing in his strong voice.
The Captain stared out into the sea for hours on end at night, just like he'd always done. He wobbled and drank and swore and screamed (inhuman wails broken with shadowy song) but something was missing.
And Gibbs knew what it was.
He sighed (gonna be the death of me) and twisted the wheel in the direction of Port Royal.
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