Jack

Enigmatic and mysterious, you are a profound thinker and philosopher with great analytical ability and strong intuition. Perceptive and understanding you have a wonderful ability to read people. Your creative imagination and eloquence gives you a natural potential for writing and poetry. Very independent and individualistic you follow your own creed.

Jack Sparrow loved rum and rum loved Jack Sparrow. He drank it when he was celebrating and he drank it when he was sad. He'd open a bottle when he was bored or during a gale. Neither time nor place mattered to Jack and his rum. The two belonged together and it was a rare sight indeed to see them apart.

The pirate captain had three loves in his life and only three. The first was his ship, the dark beauty that understood him better than anyone. If it was legal and possible, Lord knows he'd marry that girl. The first week he spent aboard her after their ten year separation, he couldn't take his hands off her. His jeweled fingers would always be stroking the helm or running down the railing as if he was reminding himself that she was really there and really his. It was a beautiful sight to see, a man whose soul was complete and a ship whose captain had returned.

His second love was the sea, and what a cold, mysterious mistress she is. One minute the Pearl is gracefully gliding through the sparkling waters, the waves lapping at her sides and the spray leaving drops of sparkling water in the captain's beard and the next she's beating at the ship, the waves crashing and attempting to claim the ship and its cargo as her own.

That's when the captain really came to life. His eyes would light up and a crooked, golden, glimmering smile would appear on his face. His hoarse voice could be heard, screaming a song over the wind, and the Pearl would fight and battle her way through the harsh waters. Jack's girl would always come through on top, her dark hull still floating atop the sea. The waves would lap gently against Her, apologizing for their fight.

His third and final love was, of course, rum. The amber liquid that slid down his throat like liquid fire was something he desperately clung to. They had been best friends since he was not yet a teenager and they fell in love when his mother died.

Maybe it was a combination of the circumstances that lead him to the drink and the drink itself, but whenever he drank he because very philosophical. All these thoughts and ideas would rush into his brain as soon as the third gulp had gone down. Reasons for his being where he was, where he was going to be, and where he had been would all suddenly come to him, and whenever he could, he wrote them down.

The brown, leather bound book was filled with his eloquent black writing. Pages upon pages of black ink, curling and conforming into letters and words that would all combine to explain one thought; one single drunken ramble.

He never re-read them. He'd drink, think of something, write it down, and never think of it again. It was that simple. Jack figured that one day someone would find his Rum Book useful, whether it was to find the meaning of life or to start a fire, he didn't much care. It gave him a way to express himself that didn't jeopardize his wicked reputation and that was enough for him.

The Black Pearl, the sea, and a bottle of rum was enough for to make him happy, but it wasn't enough to protect him. He had gotten himself caught by the lobster tails, and while he thought over his crimes and his life of sin in the stuffy Port Royal jail, his first mate rummaged though his cabin trying to give herself a clue on how to get her captain out.

That's when she discovered it, a small leather bound book. The thing had been buried under a map of Europe on Jack's large oak desk and she really didn't think much of it at first. Then she opened it, her dark eyes soaking in the words on the page. Words no other soul was supposed to read while Jack Sparrow still lived.

The crew of the Pearl eventually retrieved their captain. In the shadows of night they silently crept in, knocking the guard out with a butt of a sword, stealing his keys, and freeing Jack, before fleeing back to the ship and putting the town to their rutter. The pirate had been reunited with his loves once again, and all was right in the world.

The morning after his escape, Jack sat in his cabin. The sunlight shining in though his large windows and hitting him square in the face as he sat hunched over maps plotting the ship's course. A knock sounded at his door and without even looking up, his gruff voice granted whoever it was permission to enter.

"Cap'n," His first mate said, a tray of food in her hand. "Pete sent me up with this, said yeh requested it."

"Aye, that I did," Jack's dark eyes meet hers as she sent to tray on his table.

"Personally, I think yeh could have gotten off yer arse and gotten it yerself, but after the past few days I decided to be nice to yeh." She said, a half smile playing at her lips.

"AnaMaria," Jack sat up a bit in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Yeh read it didn't yeh?"

Her head shot up and she turned to look at him. "'xcuse me cap'n?"

"The Rum Book," He said, his hands patting the brown book next to him. "Yeh read it. No need to deny it love, I can tell." He said once he saw the faked innocent look enter her eye.

"Captain Sparrow, I really... I just... I stumbled upon it and it... It just fell open. I didn't mean to read it." AnaMaria said quickly, her hands flying as she tried to explain herself.

Without warning Jack suddenly laughed. A genuine smile broke across his face and he shook his head.

"Look at yeh! Strong and stubborn AnaMaria lookin' like a child caught sneakin' sweets!" He chuckled again and AnaMaria narrowed her eyes and stuck out her chin. "No need to get defensive darlin', I'm just surprised that's all." He looked back down at his map and a few silent seconds pasted before he spoke again. "Tell Cotton he's grippin' the helm to hard and we're veering too far to the east."

AnaMaria's eyes widened as he spoke. How the hell did he do that? "Aye Cap'n." She turned and her boots thunked hollowly as she crossed the cabin.

"Oh and love?" She turned and her eyes met Jack's once again. "Don't tell anyone 'bout what yeh read or I'll be forced to kill yeh."

"Aye Cap'n."

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