Summary: Takes place during AWE. Jack ponders on rocks.
Rocks:
Captain Jack Sparrow felt something watching him. But when he turned, he only saw a round shape on the stone. Something seemed off about it- it didn't seem to be a real stone. It seemed to be alive.
He picked it up, studying it. It certainly felt more like a shell than a rock. He tossed it, as if to skip it across water- but there was no water. He watched in bounce, flipping over itself until it settled on the ground. He turned away, walking back towards the bow of the Black Pearl, conversing with his duplicates.
He felt those eyes again. He slowly turned around. The rock had moved! It was closer to him than it had been before. That's no rock...
He waved his arms at it, as if telling an animal to go away. "Shoo."
He stared at it for a moment, before turning back to face his original direction. He suddenly whirled around on the rock without warning, as if he'd expected it to move in the half a second he'd looked away.
It had.
Utterly puzzled, Jack picked it up with the care of if he was trying not to provoke it. He held it up before his face. "A rock."
He licked his lips, bringing the rock to his mouth. He ran his tongue the length of the stone. It tasted like rock, but something else he couldn't place. He shook his head, throwing it again in impatience. It flipped over itself, coming to rest still again.
He turned away, walking back towards the bow of his ship. I don't even want to know what that bloody thing is.