A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Sorry for the cliffhanger. I couldn't resist.
At World's End: Chapter 4
Jack Sparrow sat in the goo that was the inside of the Kraken. He was swallowed whole, but couldn't decide if he were alive or dead. However, he could definitely tell he was in Hell. The only reason he didn't mind was that he would see Danielle soon.
He spent the last thirteen years secretly hoping to find her. Or some sign of her. He hid his pain with rum, other women, and pirating. But mostly rum. Lots and lots of rum.
Rum was the only way he could handle watching Barbossa sail away with Dani and the Pearl. She would refuse to marry him. She would rather die before marrying Barbossa. So that's why Jack had to assume that she was dead.
It's odd that Barbossa didn't mention her. He was, however, slightly preoccupied with being undead and all. At least Jack knew she never made it to Isla de la Muerta.
All Jack could do was reminisce. He sat and remembered the day he met Danielle. She was nineteen years old and in the middle of a large bar fight on Tortuga. Jack, who was a few years older that her and more experienced at swordplay, fought his way into the fight to protect her. She stole his sword without even looking at him and fought her own way out.
He marched straight up to her outside the tavern that was shaking from the rowdiness inside.
"I demand my sword back."
"Here you go." She tossed the cutlass at him and it landed about a quarter of an inch from his big toe. "It was an awfully stupid thing to do. Go into a fight that didn't involve you."
"Did you start that?" He asked as he spun dramatically, pointing at the tavern.
"It was the only way to get what I wanted…so I formed a distraction." She smiled. She showed him a map, however briefly and began to walk away with a walk almost as distinct as Jack's own swagger.
"Love, I think that this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship," he said into her ear as he caught up with her.
They had been a "couple" ever since. (Even though no one could decide a couple of what.) She was just as eccentric as Jack was and it has been torture without her by his side for so long. Jack and Danielle were going to be married and spend a lifetime doing some respectable pirating.
Jack stood up and waited for the large tooth-filled mouth to open to draw in some more food. Instead he was hit with a small tidal wave of water and knocked flat on his back in the goo once more.
"Bugger."