There had always been something a little different about Jack Sparrow. "A little fae," girls used to call him. "You don't know the half of it," he would sometimes mutter to himself in later years.
He never quite knew the whys and wherefores, but the end result was quite apparent. From the naiads who taught him to swim to the sprites that showed him how the wind blows, Jack Sparrow had always seen things no one else saw.
That is how he had found Davey Jones all those years ago, asking questions of those who no one else knew were watching. And that is why Jones was so willing to take the deal. Thirteen years was such a short time to wait for the power he would control in the end.
As he faced the kraken, Jack saw the sprites offering to spirit him away, heard the Pearl begging him to save himself. But today the Sparrow would not fly, but turn and fight. As he squared his hat, the Sea whispered promises. Face the kraken now and the hunt would end, his oath be fulfilled, but it would not be the end.
There was always something a little different about Jack Sparrow. Today, he drew his sword and plunged into the monster's maw, determined to see just how deep that difference went.