A/N: Prompt King of the cannibals; originally posted 25/1/08.
Perhaps, Jack reflects, he should have settled for being merely a king. The thought is of course dismissed as soon as it arises; he is Captain Jack Sparrow, after all, and the day has yet to dawn when Captain Jack Sparrow disregards an opportunity to acquire some more legendary, undying glory. Unfortunately, at the present time it seems that while the glory may be undying, Jack will not. This disturbs him somewhat.
Becoming a god—metaphorically speaking—sounded like such a good idea at the time. In retrospect, however, Jack has decided that divinity holds few of the benefits it promises.
These people don't even obey their own god!
Jack wonders at this as he meditatively chews on a toenail, then wonders why he wonders. Human nature, savvy?
People tend to get possessive of their gods, to obey only when it bloody suits them, to start putting words in their mouths. And fire in their breeches.
A lesser man might have been content to be a mortal king with, perhaps, some heavy artillery to support his pronouncements; a king whose subjects didn't start getting fancy ideas about deities needing released from earthly cages.
But not Jack. Oh, no, not Jack.