Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A/N: That big paragraph in italics is absolutely nothing. It means nothing. If you get bored reading you can skip it.
Entry Eleven
Contemplated all possible meanings of the phrase "silent as the grave." Found many meanings. Bloody Norrington would be proud.
Ok lets see. Theres the obvious meaning: to be silent. However the meaning can go deeper. Silence should be so silent that the only thing silenter is the grave. Or, the grave is dead… well the grave is where dead things are and dead things cant make noise so you should be that silent. you could be so silent people think your dead, therefore you would be buried and have a grave and that would be silent. But people visit graves so it usually isnt so silent. So maybe "silent as the grave" means you don't have to be completely silent if the grave isn't always silent. Well, depending on how many people visit the grave. If the grave is never visited then it is completely silent. But if the grave is visited a lot then it is not so silent. Or it still could be silent if visitors are silent. But then there might be times when visitors are more silent then others. The noise level could go up and down. THEREFORE I could be quiet and loud at different times, because some visitors might be loud. So I really don't need to be silent at all…
Decided to inform bloody Norrington of my conclusion. He wasn't too happy. Said "silent as the grave" meant to shut up. Did all that thinking for nothing.
Had interesting conversation with new will:
"So… my fathers in Davy Jones's locker?"
"Ey."
"Whats he doing there?"
"I thought I told you that already."
"Oh…Whats he doing in Davy Jones's locker?"
"Snogging." Of course. What else?
"Snogging?"
"Yes, snogging. With Davy Jones."
"Jack?"
"Ey."
"Whats snogging?"
Ah, my chance. "Well, I could show you…" I started moving closer.
"Wait," he looked very confused. "Is it… kissing?"
Bless him. "Ey." I was so close.
"Is it kissing a lot?"
"Ey." Please. Please. Please.
His face lit up. "Oh! I get it now! Thank you Jack!" He got up and left.
Locked meself in the brig.
Only when at gallows realized what Port Royal's welcoming sign and decoration meant. Was read all of my "crimes". Ah, the memories. Random man reading obvious stalker. Who keeps big long list of me every move? Fortunately saved by new will. Had to leave early. Was the opportune moment.
Was welcomed back after left behind by me crew. Bipolar the lot of 'em.
Am finally able to sleep in me own (king size) bed aboard the Pearl (which im in now) Is very—oop. Someone at the door. Must see who it is.
A/N: Sorry bout the mini cliffhanger. Had to do that to fit with the next (and last) chapter… which isn't from jacks pov.