At World's End…
I roll my eyes when Scarlett and Giselle think that the Black Pearl is the little boat at the end of the docks. Women. They know nothing about ships. I explain to them that that's a dinghy. That the Pearl is much bigger. I glance up to look at her. She's huge and… and… "Gone."
My ship's disappeared! I hear Giselle or it might be Scarlett, I'm not concentratin' on them, say something. I'm not remotely interested in what they're sayin'. Everythin' pales into utter significance in light of the fact that my ship has disappeared.
I mentally slap myself. A ship doesn't just disappear. I hear one of the ladies ask if that's it. They mean the ship that sailin' away from Tortuga.
I groan. Not again.
Barbossa's sailin' away with my bloody ship! For the third time! The son of a…
I glance down and see Mister Gibbs lyin' on the floor. Loyal to the last is Gibbs. That cheers me a little, not much. I saunter over to him, leavin' the lovely ladies to their arguin'.
How to wake the sleepin' man? I look at the mug in my hand. A waste of good rum, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I pour the contents over my first mate. He jerks awake and I ask why my ship is gone. "Ship? We're on the ship." Before I can blink, Gibbs has leapt to his feet. "Jack! The Pearl! She's gone!"
I sigh and thank him for the brilliant insight. Again, I look at the shrinkin' sight of my ship and, again, sigh. Why are things always gone?
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The end. Finito. End of the line.
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