So here's the boring stuff;

Save for Dustin Peterson, all characters in this work of fiction bellong strictly to Disney.

The Song inspiring and later contained within bellongs to Corey Hart.

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So here's the story behind the story.

I saw some fanart online of Jacksparrow over six months ago. It was a rather lovely devianation with a very angsty theme. Part of the pic was the lyrics to the song 'Never Surrender', by Cory Hart. The plot of the fanart ((single picture, not a comic)) was not at all similar to the plot I'll have going in this story.

This story came after I lay in my bed one night contemplating the lyrics and watching Pirates of the Carribean.

(http/ -That's the fanart that made me think about the connection between Sparrow and Corey Hart.

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So here's the deal.

I've never written anything outside of Toad fiction. I hope none of the writers from the X-men comunity feel as if I've betrayed them by committing to another story when I've already left so many others unfinished.

Please go easy on me, Jack will be a bit out of character and will have little first-person coverage untill the later chapters, but he's still the main character here. Trust me.

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An now on for the show.


T'was a pirate that gave himself to the wind.

To the wind.

To the sea.

To death.

To Davy Jones.

T'was a pirate that winced as a thousand and two needles replaced the waves and attacked every inch of flesh on his body, dragging him under.

T'was a pirate that re-surfaced seconds later, coughing and sputtering against intrusive salt water, wrapping his arm about a bit of floating debris, laying his cheek on the splintered wood.

T'was a pirate that closed his eyes against the screams that he left behind him.

-That closed his eyes against the burning 'Pearl'.

T'was a scallywag that threatened to pass out soon after, left at the mercy of the sea, or the wind, of the storm that was to come and the current that might or might not carry him to friendlier waters.

T'was a coward that escaped death that day, floating away from his perishing crew and his sinking ship.

And as he glimpsed his last of the black sailed ship, Jack Sparrow felt bile rise in his throat, even as blackness tickled at the edge of his vision. He had surrendered his crew, and his ship, to their deaths.

And when he finally gave himself to the darkness, surrendered himself to the loss, he didn't struggle against reality.

The legend of Jack Sparrow floated away that night.

Surrendered.


This was the prologue. I'll post more later if I get some reviews. See that button at the bottom of the page that says 'submit review'? Spoil me. Click it.

With love, Alexandra P. Useless