A collection of 100-word drabbles. I do not claim to own Pirates of the Caribbean or its characters. This is a non-profit, amateur effort, not intending to infringe on the rights of any copyright holder.

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Jealousy

Teeth against flesh. The way her nose was snubbed by the food. The eagerness with which she took the goblet, drank the wine.

So young. So animated. So alive.

He felt...but no, he could no longer feel.

But he was close to it. Closer to it than he had ever been. He was dimly aware of an ache deep within, a dull pain, fuelled by ten years of nothing. An ache beyond hunger, beyond feeling, beyond memory.

Hunger. Madness. It was all the same, once you got down to the meat of it.

"And the apples? One of those next."

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Finis.