Disclaimer: Not mine! Would they were, but they aren't, so let's not hurt the patheic lil' author, eh?
Hello Beastie
A wry grin tipped one side of his mouth as Jack stared at the reaching tentacles of Jones' little pet.
"Pirate."
The girl had no idea what she was doing, how unnecessary it had been. She had thought she was doing the right thing, but it was wasted energy. He had never intended to board that longboat again.
"This is the only way, don't you see?"
Yes, he saw that clear enough. He was the one that bore the black spot on his left palm, he was the one the creature was hunting. He had accepted this when he returned to the Pearl. He knew how he should go. He and the Pearl would face Davy Jones together, or not at all.
"I'm not sorry."
Jack's grin broadened as he remembered the look on Elizabeth's face as she had said that. She was sorry, despite her words. But, he wondered, how that would play on her conscience? How could she live with that? Technically, this would be the first death she would be responsible for, (or at least blame herself for,) and the death of a man she loved, no less.
No doubt she was blaming herself for his death when the boat pulled away, then paused to look back at the Pearl being dragged to the depths of the sea. If only she had known. If only any of them had known.
Jack Sparrow grinned deviously at the open mouth of the Kraken. "Hello beastie."
