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Chapter 4: It should've been me
".. and really bad eggs." Jack shelters his eyes as he looks towards the beach, humming a tune that's very familiar to him. It's going to happen again today. And that irks him. It irritates him to no end, and he can't figure out why.
He just doesn't get it. He really can't understand that woman. What in the blazes does she see in that boy? That obnoxious little boy?
He is so arrogant, so full of himself. And just when you think you've got him all figured out, he just runs along and does something incredibly… stupid. Look what good it did him. Captain of the Flying Dutchman. Stupid. And what else has he got?
Alright, he is rather good looking. For a eunuch. And a whelp. He'll grant him that much. But seriously, what is it that she sees in him? Maybe it's the way he handles his sword. Some girls like that. Swooning about some stupid blighter that waves his iron around like a feather duster.
Jack lies back on the soft sand, staring at the blue
sky and seagulls above him.
It must be the hat. What else has the
kid got? Apart from an undead crew and a ship that sails underwater
of course. That doesn't count, because… well… because… Just
because. It just doesn't count.
He turns around and rests his chin on his hands, glaring at the tiny figure in the distance. No, it still irks him. And it shouldn't. It really shouldn't bother him this much.
Let's look at it from another point of view, shall we?
Whatever does the whelp see in her? Sure, she has a rich daddy. And she's reasonably attractive. Of sorts. But not much. A liar and a cheat too. He was positive that chaining him to that bloody ship to let him get eaten by that bloody monster made her a murderer too! Murderess. Kind of thing.
He watches the figure in the dress blunder across the dunes, making it's way to a cozy little alcove. How romantic. Sickening really. And to think that it could've been him. She had liked him. She proved that when she kissed him. And he had liked her. Well up to the point where she tried to kill him.
It should have been him. It could have been him. Couldn't it?
No. No, that's not true. He would never be so over dramatic and disgustingly heroic. Who, in his right mind, would be so stupid as to become the captain of the Flying Dutchman? And why? To save his father? Please. Not him. No sir. He'd sell his father to Davy Jones himself before doing such a stupid thing.
Immortality. Huh. It all seems so fantastic. Not dying, drinking all the booze you like. Not dying. But when you start thinking about it, REALLY think about it, then it isn't all that great after all. Just imagine. The world around you aging, changing, and passing along. Without you. Old friends dying, turning to dust. And you just persevere.
The tiny figure on the beach stands up and walks towards the waterline. She's waiting for something, or someone.
Jack stands up and sighs, brushing the sand of his breeches. Immortality. Seeing your loved ones perish, not being able to do a thing about it.
It still bothers him. But now he knows why. And he isn't too happy about it.
The water is starting to churn and slowly a man rises from the depths. The girl rushes towards the man and embraces him with warmth. Jack stares at the pretty scene, scowling. When the happy couple starts kissing each other with passion, Jack turns away, muttering under his breath.
"Drink up me hearties yoho."
It really, really, really should've been him.