Thoughts
When the lad told me of the lass's capture I didn't really want to help him. I could barely help myself considering I was in a jail cell with nothing more than a blasted sharpened bone. But anyhow- what was the point? If I did help him he'd get the girl and I'd most likely end up at the gallows. Not much in it for me. Then a thought came to my head about where I had seen that face before.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Will Turner."
"That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, eh?"
"Yes."
That was when I literally jumped at the opportunity to help him…or rather- help myself. I had heard of the curse and what it needed for it to be gone. Bill Turner's blood. Word had circulated to me about how he had died. That really depressed me. Bill Turner was a good man. Bloody good pirate too.
But now fate had dealt me a good hand and sent me his son. This young man would help me in a way he wouldn't have thought of. Did I have intentions of hurting him? Just handing him over to Barbossa and allow him to die? I wasn't sure at first. Maybe I had visions of killing him myself like when he did the incredibly stupid thing of telling Barbossa who he was. Idiot. But he did it for Elizabeth- that's something. But not enough. It was still stupid. Stupid…but I wasn't going to let him die.
Like I had told Elizabeth- I was going to use the information against Barbossa to get my ship back but now that he had Will and knew who he was…then I had to come with a completely different plan. Not like Norrington's men and himself were making this whole deal any better. If I wasn't so quick on my feet then he'd ruined it all and Barbossa might've gotten away with releasing the curse.
So here I am, in the cave looking through the treasure while Barbossa, three of his crew and Will are in here while the rest of his crew is killing all of Norrington's men. I sighed. I hadn't necessarily wanted all of Norrington's men dead. But they hadn't gone in the boats! And to be quite honest…the redcoats weren't my first priority. My first priority was killing Barbossa and getting my ship back.
Standing on my ship but not being able to steer it- killed me. Then they bloody locked me in my own brig! It was incomprehensible. The irony of it all almost killed me too. What I wanted to do over all though was to pull out my gun and shoot Barbossa in the heart. But instead I kept my cool- talking about the curse and how I owed him for marooning me because otherwise I'd be cursed too. I knew that'd tick him off…and for now, that suited me.
I cast a side-glance at him. He was looking smug sitting on a mound of treasure. Knowing his men would came back and then he would kill Will. Bloody man. Did he seriously think this whole 'fleet' thing would really go through? What would make him think that I was trust worthy? And what made him think that I trusted him? That curse must've affected his decision making skills.
"I must admit, Jack, I thought I had ye figured. But it turns out that you're a hard man to predict." I turn and look at me. Had me figured? Let's see how figured I can be…
"Me? I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly… stupid." I look and Will, kick a pirate in the water and throw him a sword.
Barbossa starts fighting with me and throughout the whole time I'm wondering how this is really going to turn out. Sure, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow and I took a piece of the gold that he doesn't know about, but still. Are we just going to fight forever?
I hoped not as I stuck my sword in his gut. He sighed like he didn't feel a thing which I don't doubt. Then he does something I should've expected. He puts the sword through me. I gasp and stagger backward.
"That's interestin'. I couldn't resist mate." We start fighting again and I see Elizabeth out of the corner of my eye. Sooner or later I'm going to have to toss Will this coin, when, I'm not sure, but it has to happen.
Oh, have I waited for this day. To kill my first mate. To watch him die as I live. To defeat him like it's meant to be. The pirate who I have loathed and hated for ten years. Now I am finally going to see him dead. And I will finally have my ship back. Everything will be perfect.