Jack's odd habits. I've just decided to write this on-going little thing, one-shots. I feel it's sweet, but heck, tell me in a review! I don't own anyone even though Jack is amazingly sexy. :D. This one's about Pianos.
Jack sighed heavily. He hated himself. Well, not really, but hated himself for the fact that there was yet and un-severed link to his childhood, which he under any circumstance could not bear to break. (For more info on that, go read my other fic, Childhood)(You just need to see the first chapter to understand, but I'd love if you read the whole thing) He sat down heavily on a long rectangular bench, oddly facing inside his cupboard.
He lifted a black polished cover, to reveal many little black and white keys. He cracked his long arched fingers and settled them onto place on the piano keyboard. He pressed down on the keys of his piano, and gracefully, the pirate captain created the most beautiful thing he possibly could, music. His fingers roamed the keyboard on his own odd compositions, emotions all over the place.
All his sorrows and pains, all his joy and tears, all the things he could never tell anyone, all came out, in that one artistic this he could do, play the piano. He'd started learning it when he was three, barely old enough to control his fingers. It was like his best friend, while the Pearl his first love. He continued, late into the night, playing his heart out onto a non-existant object. For once, he was glad that his cabin was soundproof. His crew would never let this live down.
Sitting outside, Ana Maria sighed and rested her head on her knees. She wished he'd cry, but the damned idiot was too proud, he didn't realise that it took a strong man to cry.
And so, Jack continued beating out his emotions onto the worn out keys of the piano, until the Pearl touched the horizon, it was truly a match made in heaven, a man, his best friend, and his true love…
Ok, notice how it should be Jack, Will(his BF) and Elizabeth(his true love)? Well, that wasn't deliberate, I don't know, raw emotions I guess. REVIEW! Reviewers get cyber-cookies, and flames get burnt smores. Badly burnt ones. Yeah, the black ones.