"Jaaack. There be a storm comin' up." Barbossa shouted over the winds. His voice snapped Jack out of his memories.
"Wha?" Jack asked, glancing up at the skies.
"Not thinkin' about your lass are ye'? The one you left sleeping in the Inn?" Barbossa sneered.
"No, mate." Jack lied. But it was true. For the past month, he had been thinking alot about her. And realizing that he didn't love her. She was simply a pirate's treasure, good for a little fun. But Jack was through with that. While still a pirate, he figured he could settle down with one girl. And Jaszelle would not be her. Even Jack knew that Jaszelle had been with quite possibly every man that visited the tiny little town. If he were to clean up his act, how could he trust that she would hers?
"I was thinkin', Cap'n, that we need to lighten the ship." Barbossa drawled.
"We'll manage." Jack replied, suddenly aware of other pirates behind him. "Get back to work, ye' scabbors dogs!"
They didn't move, but gazed at Jack with hungry eyes. A few clutched swords, another; rope.
"Ye'll be swabbin' the poop deck tonight, BACK TO WORK." Jack commanded.
"Seize him," Barbossa said, his voice silky smooth. Five pirates rushed forwards, and grabbed Jack. They dragged him to the plank, his hands bound with rope.
"You'll be needing this." Barbossa said, grinning, as he handed Jack a pistol with one shot in it. Jack took it, saying nothing. He walked the plank, and with a few swords pointed at his back, he jumped off.
The crashing surf helped guide his body towards the island in the distance. But he was still exhausted from his swim, and lay on the beach for what seemed like hours. Long after his ship faded in the horizon. Without him.
((Short. But the time he was on the ship until the mutiny would make for an un-eventive story...anyways. On to the next chapter.))