Dear…

Disclaimer:

PotC and its characters don't belong to me, I'm not making any profit with writing this.

A/N:

Just something very short I thought of while getting bored at school. Enjoy!

Captain Jack Sparrow sat in his cabin, a bottle of rum beside him, a piece of paper in front of him and a pen in his hand. Of course, his jar of dirt was standing next to his feet on the floor…

Smirking, he began to write, the pen making a scratching noise.

"Dear Diary…"

He stopped, crossing out what he had just written.

'No, no… I haven't got a diary… So what should it be then? Oh, I know!'

"Dear rum bottle…"

'No, that doesn't sound good,' Jack thought, sighing and taking another sip of his rum.

"My beloved jar of dirt…"

'Bugger, that's the worst one yet. If I can't think of a headline for this, then how shall I write it? No diary, no rum bottle and no jar of dirt. Maybe…'

"Dear…"

'NO! Not my hat! It's getting worse.'

"Dear Elizabeth…"

'No, NO, NO! What has gotten into me? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, I don't write 'loveletters'. NEVER!'

Jack again crossed out that headline, now quite frustrated.

"Hello Will…"

'Nah, not the whelp. Now c'mon, think of something, Jack. The hello is wrong so… Now I've got it!'

"Dear piece of paper

I'm beginning to miss her – Lizzy, I mean. It's just so much fun to watch her getting annoyed by my comments. If she knew what I thought about her…"

Jack grinned slightly, pleased with himself, and continued to write without crossing things out. After all, there was already half a page filled with headlines…

From time to time he smirked or even laughed, and all the while, the scratching sound could be heard. He didn't even notice how he emptied the bottle of rum, he just cursed as he tried to take a sip and noticed it. "Why is the rum always gone?" he wondered distractedly.

Finally, about ten minutes later, he laid the pen back down on the table, taking the paper into his hand , blowing across the ink to dry it.

Grinning slightly, he read what he had finally written…

"Dear piece of paper,

I'm beginning to miss her – Lizzy, I mean. It's just so much fun to watch her getting annoyed by my comments. If she knew what I thought about her, she'd probably kill me.

Elizabeth can be a touchy, rich girl, but I've to admit she's interesting – and beautiful.

If she were less the governor's daughter and more the pirate girl, I'd like to have her on the Pearl – she'd probably be good at… cleaning the deck? No, she wouldn't do that.

It kills me to know she chose Will, hell he's a boy, still a child. Definitely not the right one for Lizzy. I wonder why she ever fell in love with him.

Well, I don't care. For the next 100 years, the whelp is bound to the Flying Dutchman, so his beloved fiancée is all mine…

Alright, this enough of revealing my thoughts, have to go back to work.

Ta,

CAPTAIN (don't you dare to forget that!) Jack Sparrow"

A few days later, Will was back on the Pearl – which really annoyed Jack, by the way.

After having heard a noise inside the Captain's cabin, the young man opened the door and entered.

A few seconds later, an angry scream was heard.

"JACK!"

THE END