Summary: Elizabeth questions Jack on how he makes things work out in his favor. Post AWE. Possible AU. One-shot.
Prompt: Write a story inspired by the last sentence of any book you own.
My twist to the prompt: A line of choice from a randomly generated song instead of the last sentence of a book.
Song: 7 Years by Lukas Graham.
Line: "I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure."
A/N: Short and kind of random, but I wanted to write something before I went to bed.
Have To Survive Somehow
"Jack!" Her voice called after him as he strode across the deck of the Black Pearl, towards his quarters.
"Oh good Lord, woman! What is it?" Captain Jack Sparrow exclaimed, annoyed. Then he muttered,"Can't seem to catch a bloody break, can I?"
He'd just saved his crew, yet again, from having to fight an unnecessary battle with some pea-brained Navy captain who decided to attack them, thinking they had a numerical advantage when they didn't. In addition to that, night had fallen not long ago and the Pearl's crew wanted nothing more than to sleep. He'd let the enemy ship off the hook with the condition of handing over their whole rum supply. That had satisfied the pirates, save for one Elizabeth Swann, apparently- the young woman chasing after him.
"How do you do it?" She asked him as he opened his cabin door.
"Do what?" He frowned as she followed him in. Between his exhaustion after the day's events and the headache the Navy captain had given him, he genuinely couldn't think very straight.
Was it too much to ask to be left alone?
"Make things work out in your favor." She answered.
Apparently. He snatched a bottle of rum from his desk and sat down in his chair, tilting it back lazily. "Love, I'm-"
"-Captain Jack Sparrow, I know." Elizabeth rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Just answer the question, Jack."
"I make things work in me own favor because I only see my goals. I don't believe in failure." Jack told her. "If ye get that mindset, ye learn to think 'round things ye don't want an' twist it the right way."
Though if things always worked out in my favor, bloody Will wouldn't be aboard the Dutchman and you would not still be in here. He thought to himself.
"And how do I get that mindset?" His companion wondered.
"Can't rightfully tell ye, love."
"Why not?"
"I was born a pirate an' developed it early on. Had to survive somehow." He shrugged. "Now bugger off an' let a captain sleep, will ye?"