Well, this story was going to be a one-shot. However, I decided to do a sort of reply from Jack, encouraged by my reviews. Basically Jack moans about Elizabeth...

I OWN NOTHING! STOP ASKING ME!!!

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You are feeble, Miss Swann. You tiptoe about like a mouse. You wear far too many petticoats.

You scream too much.

You talk in an unbearably posh accent. You try and be 'proper' all the time. You should let yourself go.

You don't drink enough rum.

You don't believe that pirate songs are real. You never really trust me. You think I'm daft. You are wrong.

I 'am' daft.

You treat me like I'm a dependable, helpful, eunuch.... You treat me like Will. You deliberately ignore any freedom that you get. You don't even try listening to the ocean.

You try your best to hate me.

You try your best to make me hate you. You know neither attempt is working. You don't give in. You are stubborn.

You 'think' you like Will. You know you are obsessed with pirates. You know you love freedom and adventure...

...Do you 'really' think I'm despicable?