Hmm, didn't get many reviews on my last chapter, wondering if I should even continue or not...

Chapter 3: Scars

A week had gone by quickly at Jack's current residence. Though he was still thinking nonstop about what his next move should be, he had to admit it was good taking a break from it all. Maybe this was what he needed before making his next big move, which of course, was still unknown to him at this point.

He had done as he'd promised the girls and wasn't a burden at all. In fact, Michelle and Angela were quite happy with their new sneaky pirate friend. Although their home was now filled with rum, they didn't mind it much.

The two girls were growing quite used to Jack's rum obsession and usual drunken manor. A few nights ago he had finally told them exactly what had happened with the Black Pearl. Which of course led to telling about all his other previous adventures.

They now knew about Will and Elizabeth, his crew, Davy Jones, even the long gone Barbosa (In Jack's mind) and the forgotten aztec curse. They knew now about the terrifying kraken, and why Jack was so afraid to get back out onto the sea, although he hid his fear quite well.

As much as Michelle was beginning to like Jack, she didn't know if she believed all of his stories. Who could blame her? A captain and his crew who was placed under an aztec curse of an eternal life of numbness and starvation? A chest that contained the beating heart of Davy Jones? A kraken? An undead monkey? Such things did not exist in this world did they? Maybe all these stories were the rum talking?

Angie on the other hand believed every word of it. She told Michelle that Jack had no reason to lie and that he was a man of the sea. Of course he'd know more about it then they would.

Jack didn't hold any grudes against Michelle for not believing though. He knew if the situation were switched and he'd never seen such things with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't believe it either.

The three had decided to eat out that night and get away from the small cramped house. Not that there were very many options, but they went out for the heck of it. They all sat down at one of the tables and Jack just looked around. There were only a few other people there, was the entire island so desolate and quiet all the time?

He turned to the two girls, "Is it just me, or does this island seem a bit too quiet all the bloody time?" Jack said as a girl walked up to them before Michelle or Angie could respond.

"Good evening, what can I get you all today?" She asked. The girl seemed to be rather tired which was strange since it wasn't really all that late yet.

"Umm we'll just have the chicken and some water please." Angie responded for her and Michelle. The girl nodded and turned to Jack, "And for you sir?"

"The same. If you please. Oh, and rum! No water!" He said as the two girls exchanged glances. The waitress girl nodded again and hurried off.

"Jack, do you ever drink anything besides rum?" Michelle asked with a somewhat disgusted look.

"Well that's a silly question love. Of course not!" He replied, taking his hat off and placing it beside him.

"So Jack, tell me more about Davy Jones' crew. Did they really look like sharks and squids and fish and stuff!" Angie asked with wonder. She was always fascinated with underwater life in general and when Jack had told them about the crew she found it very interesting.

Michelle sighed, still not being able to get how Angie was able to buy such a story. Come on, was she the only one this sounded the least bit strange to?

"Aye, they did. Very scary beings. ESPECIALLY when you don't have a jar of dirt handy!" He said with strange hand gestures as he replied to Angie.

"Jar of dirt?"

"Well you see, Captain Davy Jones can only approach land every ten years. Savvy?"

"Well then that doesn't really protect you from his crew then does it?" Michelle asked in a hypothetical sort of tone.

"Well no, it really didn't, but it made me feel better." Jack said as the waitress returned with their food. The three thanked the girl and she was off again.

"Jack, you can't honestly expect me to buy these stories can you? Aztec curses and a ship that can sail underwater? Come on." Michelle said, taking a small bite of her chicken.

"I don't expect you to believe anything love. I'm only telling what I know to be true, that is all." He said, his eyes piercing hers.

"Yea well, I'm beginning to wonder if all the other stories I've heard of you held any truth at all either. For being a pirate that's been through so much, you sure do look clean Jack. No marks at all, how lucky."

Jack, seemingly insulted at the insinuation made by Michelle, set his bottle of rum down. He stood up and then revealed several scars on his body. A "P" on his right wrist given to him by the East India Trading Company, and a massive scar along his left forearm. The girls eyes widened in terror at the harsh markings. He then revealed two musket shot wounds on the upper right side of his chest. He sat back down and just stared back at the young woman who had made the rash assumptions.

Jack never liked people knowing about his markings, and not many people knew about them. Anything that had to do with his past he preferred not to remember.

"That mark! On your right wrist! You... you know Beckett?" Michelle shouted. Jack stared at her in bewilderment. How could she have known of Beckett? 'Well this's interesting...' Jack thought.

"Yea. I know him." Jack answered.

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