Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PoTC characters. I need a name for my girl that I'm putting in here. For now I'm going to call her "Bethany" but if anyone has any suggestions for names please let me know. I do own "Bethany" so please don't take her without permission. Savvy? Thanks ever so much. The stuff in italics is Jack's dream. The stuff in bold is what Jack's thinking.
Jack walked out of his cabin and breathed in the salty sea air. Aye, this was the life for this captain. That bath did him so much good. The crew was celebrating over something. This crew celebrated over anything; a lost tooth, a death, a treasure, even a bloody good day. Any excuse to drink some rum. Not that Jack was complaining. Jack grabbed the bottle from Gibbs and pushed him down onto the deck. Gibbs fell over like the drunken man he was. Jack too a swig and yelled out for the cook. The cook came running. He slurred "Cap(hic)tain, what shlood you be nadin?" (Captain, what should you be needin?) Jack looked at him, "Ye'll never be able to make me some stew. Go away." The cook left and Jack grabbed an apple out of a bucket. He bit a huge chunk out and chewed.
Jack walked up to the deck and grabbed Ana Maria. He twirled her around and danced with her. Gibbs grabbed Cotton and flung him around the deck. Cotton's parrot squawked, "Man overboard, man overboard!" Gibbs replied, "Cotton, I be done when I be done. So shut ye're bloody parrot up." Gibbs twirled Cotton in a circle. Jack and Ana Maria fell down on the deck, Ana Maria landing on top. Both were laughing. Jack pulled Ana Maria closer. "Ye be remindin' me of the good ol' days," Jack said, lightly touching her cleavage. Ana Maria replied, "I know, I can't forget them." Jack moved to undo one her buttons.
"Apparently ye be thinking I ain't changed since we last saw each other." Ana Maria replied, pulling Jack up along with herself. "And I ain't gonna be lettin' ye take me for granted. Again." With that Ana Maria slapped Jack across the cheek and stormed off. Cotton looked at Jack. Jack looked at him. "Ye be lucky ye ain't got no tongue. Woman'll slap ye for anything and everything ye say." Jack stumbled into his cabin and laid down onto his bed. He took the last swig of his bottle and passed out.
Jack was on his ship and was talking to a girl. Not, Ana Maria but someone else. She was about 5'6", long, light brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tan complexion, and a slightly noticeable scar on her cheek. This was someone he really connected with. In fact, he was gonna ask her to marry her that night. He couldn't wait. He was so excited. He went on shore into the town of Tortuga. He found a jewelry store and had a ring especially made for her. It was absolutely gorgeous. He was overjoyed that this woman he loved so much was about to spend her life with him; and he with hers.
He took his little rowboat back to his ship and climbed aboard. Holy shit he thought. His beloved Pearl had been ransacked. Jack jumped over and tried to relieve himself of his head rush. He grabbed his sword and looked around. He yelled for someone, but couldn't hear what he had said. He ran into the corridor and stormed into his lover's room. She was not there. He looked down at the floor. No, please God no. He touched to blood streaming on the floor. Right next to the blood was a silver chain with a small black pearl on it. He picked it up and held it to his heart. He closed his eyes as tears slowly rolled down his cheeks. God, no, please no, I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. Please don't do this to me, God, please spare me some mercy. He didn't want to be here. He never wanted to open his eyes again. He wanted to sink his ship and die. Without her, he felt empty. He felt...dead. He opened his eyes in aguish and despair. He looked around and saw puddles of blood on her bed and a belt. There were blood streaks on the windows and going up the stairs towards the deck. He felt himself ready to burst with anger.
He ran up to the deck. Bodies were scattered all over the place. Jack saw a body lying on its stomach. He flipped it over and gasped in shock. Gibbs. He was hardly recognizable. Blood was spattered all over his face. Bullet wounds decorated his arms and legs. Three sword wounds were in his mid section. One in his heart and two in his stomach. He closed his eyes. This can't be happening, God wake me up. He took another look and Gibbs. Gibbs, I'm sorry. I'll miss ye so much. Soon I'll see ye. Jack grabbed his sword and pushed it t his stomach. Suddenly he heard a scream. Is it...? God please let it be. He thoughts were racing as he ran to the side. It is!!!!
There was his beloved, in a boat with a group of guys. The guy in charge looked up. He was a filthy person, with long brown hair and gold teeth. A disoriented eye too. He smiled. "Ah, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Seems I've found you're weakness." He said while roughly grabbing his lover's head. She screamed.
Jack yelled, "Leave her alone. It's me ye be wantin', leave her alone." God please help me.
The guy smiled, his rotten teeth showing. "I'm afraid I can't do that. See, why should I take a piece of the cake," Pointing to Sparrow, "When I can have the whole thing." He licked her neck and she shivered. Jack stood there with his gun pointed at the man's head. The guy looked up, "You and this woman have caused me enough trouble. I gonna take take care of this now and I hope ye never forget this Jack." He tilted the girl's head back and grabbed his sword. "Jack, you messed with the wrong man." With that said he took his sword and sliced the girl's neck. Blood poured out of the slit and he let go of her. She slipped down onto the floor.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" Jack yelled and he fired his gun. Everything became a blur after that.
When things finally cleared up, he had his lover back on the ship and was cradling her in his arms. "I'm sorry, baby, I never meant to hurt ye. I'm sorry." He had tears streaming down his cheeks. One his tears landed on her lips. He kissed her and couldn't continue kissing for he couldn't contain his tears. He pulled her closer to him and rocked her back and forth. Tears streamed down and he didn't care. He set her down on the ship and pulled the ring out of his pocket. He gently slipped it on her finger. He laid down beside her; his hands entangled in hers. He took the gun out of his pocket and aimed it at his head. He kissed his lover on the lips and whispered "I love you." With that he pulled the trigger and his world went black.
sniffle. I really hope this made you cry. It's what it was intended to do. I welled up typing this. I couldn't read it cause I was afraid of crying. Please r&r.