Jack Sparrow? Now there is an interesting character. Aside from what you might think, I in a way am indebted to that man. When I was a young boy of but ten years, I fell into the water whilst aboard my father's ship. It was Jack's father, Captain Teague that saved me from drowning that day.
It's ironic. Saved by father, yet killed by son.
Yes, it was because of Jack that I died aboard the Dutchman that night. Indirectly of course, but nevertheless...
When I was told that I was to lead a search for Jack Sparrow, naturally I accepted. Although not for the reason that you might think. The man who sent me on that search was none other the Lord Cutler Beckett of whom I am sure you have heard of. I hated that man with a fiery unquenchable passion. If anybody knew how to get to Beckett, it would be Jack. I originally planned to make an alliance with Jack. That is until Davy Jones lost his heart.
My career as a Naval Officer was failing and I was desperate to restart it. After all as the saying goes, a desperate man does desperate things. I invented this wild idea that the heart was exactly the kick start my career needed. How foolish I was! Still, when I finally tracked Jack down to the Isle that the heart was buried on I found myself in a difficult situation. Elizabeth, William and Jack all wanted the heart for different things. The alliance that I had previously set out on had been ruined. The only hope I had now was to steal the heart, and then somehow, in secret, give it back to Jack.
But, things never seem to work out the way you want to. As soon as I had found the heart, I ran away somehow taking Davy Jones' crew with me. I let Jack, Elizabeth and William escape. I may have seemed a devious lying cheat that day, but believe me when I say this: A man's will is easily broken. Unfortunately for me, I had dug myself into a hole in which I had no hope of escaping from. For now, I had to play to Beckett's rules, which also meant handing over the heart.
Truly I did not know his intention for wanting the heart. Nor did I know about the murder of Governor Swan, Elizabeth's father, until it was too late.
As I said, I was not in control of my own life any more. I was a loose ship, going in whatever direction the wind and waves took me.