Strike your colours, you bloomin' cockroaches...dead men tells no tales.

Jack suddenly walked, following his nose, a scent he desires to see to; to end his hunger. It felt like he had been there for an entirety maybe he was, to be frank he didn't know. All he knew he was hungry, thirsty and in Davy Jones locker; well sometimes he knew, sometimes it seemed he fell in a black hole, darkness surrounding him, than he lands back on the pearl, back being Captain Jack Sparrow, lost in the locker.

Jack stopped sniffing as his nose found the subject of his scent. He quickly turned and face a table which stood a peanut in the middle. He put a napkin on; preparing himself to eat a such small source of food. However a gun shot rang around the ship, and Jack fell, revelling another Jack Sparrow, behind him. Smoke floated out of his pistol, which he blew away and walked towards the dead replica.

"My peanut." The real Jack stated, taking it off the table and chewed on it. He suddenly turned around; to face the rest of the ship. "All hands slackened braces"

"Aye captain. Slackened braces!" A replica of Jack said, shouting to the others.

"Step lively!"

"Help." The real Jack shot added.

"Man the yards, you filthy toads."

It was busy on the Pearl, more than Jack had ever seen when he was in the real world, he guessed if you wanted something done, it was better if you do it yourself, the saying rang some truth, as he watched as his replicates were running around. Yet he knew in the real world he couldn't conjure it all himself as they weren't real.

"Mr Sparrow." The Real Jack addressed one of his replicas, who stood near the rail, tying poorly to his eyes a rope. "What you say about the condition of this tack line?"

"It be proper to my eye, sir."

"Proper? It is neither proper nor suitable, sir, it is neither acceptable nor adequate. It is in obvious fact, an abomination."

"Beggin' your pardon, sir, but perhaps if you gave the men another chance."

"Shall I?" Jack asked before stabbing him with his sword. "That sort of thinking got us into this mess."

He let got of the replica, anger and hurt was seen in his deep eyes, telling the structures of the Pearl, what his life involved, the sort of people who came in and out of his world, some died because of him or he nearly died because of them. Trust was disregarded by betrayal, love was involved with confusion and hate, the fleeting joy of freedom was destroyed by the sound of the cell door closing behind him, the feeling of joy and hope disguised by the fear of the gallows. Guilt intervened with his life too, the guilt that held in his adulthood before he met the young Danielle Turner, and after. The code was the law, and the law was the law, only he out of the two worlds could go against them and made himself an outlaw, no one wanted to know him, to be honest he didn't want to know himself, each and every day he was reminded of the pain of being alone and being outcast, the scent of rum called him, the liquid tickled his throat when he drank, his insides telling him no more but his brain was telling him different.

That was Jack Sparrow, but after getting himself out into life again and being a man, working for the Company, the world he wanted to forget but knew it would stay with him like the brand that was burnt on his right arm, forever he'd be hearing the pleads of the enslaved people, their prayers of hope and justice, why do such thing? He wished a million of times he could go back and change what he did, but he knew none of it would make it happen.

He lowered his gaze. Guilt was seen in his eyes as they landed on the brand. His heart deepened into the pool of guilt, which surrounded it at the start of that day. Mostly he was good at hiding his emotions, well Captain Jack Sparrow was, but Jack Sparrow was not, he tried to be like how people saw him and how he told people, yet at the end of the day he was not like that and never will be. He could tell the whole world he was brave, smart, sexy and was a toughy but none of those words would come close to what he really was. What was he like? He could come up with a few words to describe himself, yet would anyone believe him, would anyone give up their time to listen? Maybe one, Danielle Turner, the girl who he watched get branded because of him. The girl who saw and treated unfairly by life because of him. Guilt rose up in his body, as he thought of her, he knew he was deeply in her debt; forever not being able to repay her, something he loved to pay, though how could you repay someone who you owe your life too? He did not know the answer, and he may not ever know, not as long he is in there, trapped in his own body and mind. He needed to escape!

He quickly turned around and raised his gaze to his awaiting replicas, he hoped they didn't notice how long he took to think. He sniffed viscously as his mind changed to being Captain Jack Sparrow. "Gentlemen, we have lost speed and therefore time, precious time, which cannot be regained once lost. Understand?"

"Aye captain!" They all agreed with the real Sparrow.

"It will have to be redone, all of it! And let that serve as a lesson to the lot of you! I have absolutely no sympathy for any of you feccuant maggots. And no patience to pretend otherwise." He climbed onto the rail and grabbed a rope. "Gentlemen, I wash my hands of his weirdness!"

Suddenly the pool of darkness disappeared, and he was left by himself to drown into his guilt and hatred to those who betrayed him and himself. The past was truly a pain and sticky thing, how did people in the high class live so freely, did they hide their emotions so well?

Jack shook the emotion away, hoping it would leave him alone but he knew in time it would haunt him. He jumped off the ship and landed on the his feet on the ice below, letting go the rope, he licked his finger and held it in the air, as if expecting wind.

"No wind, of course there's no bloody wind. On my soul I do swear, not a gust, a whisper, a tiny miniature lick." Quickly he turned back into the black hole, being more than one man. He was longing to feel the free wind on his skin, to hear the sea, he can feel it in his bones, his heart beating for Danielle, hope she was still alive, he was told she was dead; taken by the monster who took him, but he hoped she was alive as he felt the feeling in his bones something he couldn't explain.

Letting out a sigh he looked up to the plain sky, he truly missed the real world epically Danielle, he brought hope and reality into his life. She was an example for him that life does get better, though living in its darkness and its darkness traits. She showed him how she changed her life, to become independent and different to him. He felt like a proud father when he saw her back when they were off on an adventure; looking for her friend Elizabeth. It was like the old times, except without his old crew and her father, and they were pirates, that adventure taught Jack a lot, even he was surprised as he thought he saw everything but he did not see a helpless boy turn into a shining armour before, neither had he seen such a beautiful, high woman turn and fall in love before; throwing all she had been taught away. Also he had never seen such a young girl live in the adult world, feeling the pressure and not understanding what people said at her, and turn her life around. He had not seen true love, until he seen Danielle and Ragetti, and the battle they kept on fighting together. Through his adventures that one he kept close to his heart, he even learnt a lot about himself, and the feelings he thought he stopped feeling but they were really buried with the fakeness he had felt, came out...

So what do you guys think? I'm sorry that I missed the last part of the locker part, but I found it hard writing this as Jack is a fun character the third film reminds us that he is also human who has feelings and his past brings that out, so I wanted to bring that out in this along with his weird side we all fell in love with.