"Hello… Jack…" Jack looked at the man with uncertainty before replying.
"Captain, Jack… if ye don't mind."
Jack stood in the centre of the cave, in front of the same man he had left there all those years ago. His crew were standing just before the opening, still fighting and struggling against an invisible barrier that prevented them all from gaining access. Leaving Jack to fend for himself.
As soon as he had arrived inside it became very obvious to him that he had gone to the right place. Bitterness was still present in Captain Wyler's eyes. As he stood watching Jack, his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, finding it hard to control himself from killing the man who had lost him everything, before his taste for revenge had been satisfied. Jack couldn't help but wonder, as he stood in the spot where Louisa's body had once lain, where her bones were resting now.
The two men stood in silence, Captain Wyler's eyes taking in Jacks appearance, the way he acted and tried to judge the kind of man that he was now. However Jack's eyes wondered over the cave, taking in the piles of gold on the floor that hadn't been there years ago, the new writing on the wall, the desperate pictures of men dying in pain. He noticed the sleeping area in one of the corners, a simple pillow and blanket above the cold hard floor, the only thing separating it was a pile of what looked like years old hay. Only when Jack focused his eyes on Captain Wyler did he finally notice the man grinning, with the evil glint in his eye that never turned out well…
"Told ye I would git ye back, didn't I Sparrow?" Jack stayed silent, his eyes narrowing at the man that stood before him, his face free of any emotion. "How's yer girl?" once again the man got no response. "Should be a fun death fer her, long 'nd painful, shame you wont be around t' see it… still, yer son can watch fer ye." Thoughts began to whiz round in Jacks head once more, those words striking the match for worry in his head. Valerie had explained that the voodoo Wyler had used, he didn't need the pacific name of the person he was placing the 'curse' upon. All he had to know was that Jack had developed strong feelings – not necessarily love, as Valerie had pointed out when Jack stressed the point that he wasn't in love- for a woman. Therefore the 'curse' could have been placed years ago, and was only now taking affect. And if that was indeed true, then how on earth would this man know about Thomas?
"What makes you so certain I won't be around, 'Captain' Wyler?" The man laughed a hearty laugh from straight from the depths inside of him. In any other circumstances you would assume he was laughing to a joke, but this wasn't the case…
"Because 'mate', yer not gettin' out of this place alive, 'ats why." Jack grinned, in doing so confusing the mess of a man before him.
"And wha' make's you so sure of tha'?" The man looked at him in astonishment, as though his reasons were crystal clear.
"Because I'm goin' t' kill ye 'ats why. Well… after a little torture anyway…" Jack opened his mouth to return a remark, but stopped as the glint of something shiny caught his eye.
There nestling in Captain Wyler's pocket, close to his heart, was a blue gem. Exactly like the one that Valerie had described to him. He doubted it would be the one that spark the whole thing off, considering that it would have been destroyed when first used. There was a high chance it was one of the gems that would make Anamaria worse not better, but there was the smallest chance that it wasn't. Then a thought occurred to Jack.
He wanted revenge on Jack. He wanted Jack to suffer the same feeling that he felt. He did this by using Jack's girl. By placing the curse upon her it had bought Jack to him. He wanted Jack dead, but why would he want Anamaria dead? She hadn't done anything to him. Was Anamaria just his leverage to get Jack there? After all once Jack was dead what use was it to him to let Anamaria die? Jack wasn't there to watch her die. So that gem probably was the one he needed, the one that would make everything ok again, and end the madness of the situation.
With that conclusion firmly in his head Jack chose his words carefully…
"Ye think ye can kill me? Mate you forget… I'm Captain Jack Sparrow… savvy" His name seemed to infuriate Wyler as he drew his sword quickly making a swing for Jack. The only problem for him was that Jack had anticipated that kind of reaction and had drawn his sword also.
Wyler had more force then Jack expected from a man who had spent 7 years in a cave. Whilst duelling with the man, Jack couldn't help but wonder how he had stayed alive in the first place. What did he eat? What did he drink? It was highly unlikely that there was a good source of food within the cave walls which must have meant someone kept coming here, feeding the man.
The former captain had obviously been practicing, waiting for the day where he could extract his revenge. He was better then Jack had been anticipating, managing to cut into Jack's flesh more then once, although he missed anything vital. Wyler may have been able to give Jack a few war wounds, but Jack was easily giving them back. Both men's eyes grew dark as they fought, each with their own reasons for wanting the other dead.
Not only would Jack love to see the man who hurt Anamaria die, but it would mean that he too, had got revenge. Wyler of course was intent on killing Jack, even when it became extremely obvious that he wasn't going to win.
"Ye can't beat me Wyler… now how's about ye give me that little crystal there- and we ferget the whole thing?" The man spat at Jacks feet giving him a glare as he did so.
"Never, ye'll hav't' kill me first. Ye think I'm goin' t'…" Wyler stopped mid sentence, his eyes growing wide as he looked at Jack, his face a look of astonishment as he drew his last breath.
"So be it then, Captain Wyler" Jack paused looking down at the man that now led on the floor, his blood staining the ground beneath. Jack bent down and picked the gem up from out of his pocket. "Thanks mate."
Walking back outside, in the mid-day sun Jack could clearly see the crystal. He began to inspect it, looking to see if it was indeed the one he needed. Spotting the slight dent in the side Jack ran his finger across it. Yep, it was defiantly there, it wasn't just a trick of the light.
"Mr Gibbs- can you see any dents on this…" Jack handed the gem to his stand-in first mate, who looked it over carefully.
"Aye- there's one there. Does 'at mean tha' it's the right one?" finally Captain Sparrow allowed himself to grin.
"I guess so…"
Placing the gem on the floor, Jack looked at it for a moment. Then without any warning to those around him, he stamped his foot down hard on the gem, shattering it into thousands of tiny pieces…
"Let's go get the girls ay?"
A/N please note that this is not the last chapter. i read it through to myself, and it did seem like it could be the last chapter- but it isnt ) please review! Captianme