"A
man will fight harder for his interests than for his rights.
"
Napolean
"My
toughest fight was with my first wife.
"
Muhhamad Ali
A Reason To fight
Jack POV
I grit my teeth as I roll over on the blanket they've "kindly" lent me to sleep on. I grit my teeth to stop from wincing in pain. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, I don't feel pain, nothing ever vexes me. Or at least that's the mantra that's been echoing in my head since they pulled me up on this god-forsaken ship. Jones still believes I know about his heart, as if if I did I'd be stuck on here! And every dusk he gets one of his crew of disgusting sea life to interrogate me about it, using "any means necessary" until I tell them. Last night was the worst, last night was when I got a scar very much like one of them. I scratch my leg, and feel it forming. I retch in disgust. Of course I've tried talking my way out of this, but he reads thoughts, and he stops me before I say anything, so I'm silent. The truth is I don't know where the heart is. It was in that jar, I put it in that jar. And then it wasn't. I know Will hasn't got it, otherwise he would have made true on his promise and I could have watched Jones die in front of me. Lacking of a human heart. So that leaves Norrington, or Elizabeth, or anywhere between here and the island it was on in the first place!
The Krakens after Elizabeth now, not for Jone's heart, but, well, for mine. You see whenever I close my eyes I see her, that close to me, I taste her on me, and it seems to settle me just for a moment. Jone's believes she's torturing my soul, and in bringing her closer to me believes my soul will crumble away. He doesn't seem to realise that that memory is my only saviour and having her on board would give me reason to fight.