Chapter Two: To Be A Pirate?
Jack had been on the sea for over a day now and had become increasingly unsatisfied with his decision. He shouldn't have left Julio there and more importantly, what was the reason for becoming a pirate?
He had contemplated sailing back, but had turned away from the idea, feeling that Jack Sparrow never regretted a decision, except for one: not going to help Julio. For all he knew, the master cartographer might have still been alive. And for that reason, he had vowed to himself never again to let his guard down, and that he would exact his revenge upon Alex Denver.
The more he thought of it, the more he felt he shouldn't have cried. "We don' cry, Jack," came his father's voice, floating back into his memory. "Men don' cry! Real men anyways"
"I am a real man," Jack said aloud, to the lonely sea. "Are ye really?" came his father's voice. Jack looked all around, eyes open, his feet unbalanced. He tripped and fell onto the deck. "Some man ye are," his father said. "I'm ashamed of ye, Jack. Didn't ye ever wanta falla in me footssteps? Naw, ye're too yella anyways. Ye would never make it in a real man's job. The toughest men are sailors, lad Jack. Can you sail? Blimey, of course not! Ye're more a bonnie lass than a man, Jack. See, I'm a pirate hunter. I catch pirates for the Royal Navy on Letters of Marque. 'Tis a man's man's job. I tell ye, ye ever become a pirate, I'll catch ya."
Jack's father had been nothing of a real father and Jack had left him in the dust. Few weeks later, Jack found out the old man had been killed hunting the most well-known pirate ship there was to know: The Black Pearl.
Yet Jack's father had left a legacy: he had sunk the Black Pearl, sending it down to Davy Jones's Locker, where it lay forever. What a ship that must have been, Jack had thought to himself many times. He had contemplated that exact conversation over and over in his mind for years. Just the one had really stuck out in Jack's mind. Ye ever become a pirate, I'll catch ya. "I don't think so," Jack had thought of saying hundreds of times. He had thought up the perfect retaliatory sentence to his father, if the circumstances ever were pirate vs pirate-hunter. "You will always remember the day that you almost caught Jack Sparrow."
He had longed for so great a time to say it to his father, but now wished to say it to anyone.
He would show his father, who, as far as he was concerned, was looking up at him from Davy Jones's locker. He was going to defy everything his father had taught him and become a pirate, simply because it was the one thing that would have annoyed the hell out of his father.
His father had always told him he was too smart for his own good and that he should have stopped learning when he could have. "My father was a foolish idiot," he said to himself.
His contemplations, examples of game theory, often got him out of trouble and left him with the upperhand in a great many situations. Forget what his father said: he was to be a pirate and the best pirate anyone has ever seen!
