Disclaimer: If I would own this I would now be sitting in the Caribbean accompanied by Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner
AN: I probably shouldn't start yet another fic, but my muse keeps following me around with this one… damn muse! If anyone is willing to be my beta: email me or leave me a note in a review. English is still not my first language
anyway... I try to update often, but I've got a very busy life so it could take some time.
Insanity is an Option
"Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me! We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! …"
His voice was hoarse from screaming, although he probably would never admit that, but he was still singing. Singing his favourite song, while gazing out of the only 'window' in his cell. If, of course, you could call that small hole in the wall a window in the first place. What he saw out of this window was not something he liked, or in fact he did, but not that way: the Pearl. His Pearl, but without him.
The cell reminded him of the one he spent a day in when he was at Port Royal and he almost suspected the young blacksmith to show up, demanding him to take him to 'the Black Pearl and his bonnie lass'. But that didn't happen. Of course not 'cause the whelp didn't even knew he was here in the first place so no help should be suspected from him.
"We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Maraud and embezzle and even hijack. Drink up …"
Slowly he sat down with his back against the cold wall of his cell and he closed his eyes. How he hated it to be on the land. And now he had spent already more than 2 weeks in this god forbidden hellhole. He had absolutely no idea what happened to his old crew, but he had good hope that they would still be alive.
"We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs! …
It seemed that this song was the only thing that kept him sane at this very moment. No sea, no women and most important: no rum, the things he normally needed to keep his normal appearance up. He had cracked his brains the last 2 weeks for genius or just plain stupid ideas to escape, but until now he hadn't come up with anything useful. It should be possible to do so… or at least he believed. This was just a little bit more challenging than some of his other 'troubles' had been.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me!"
They had already taken from him his ship and his hat, but he wasn't planning on losing his life in this 'game' as well. Slowly he tried to move his left arm, but that still wasn't working like it should after his last 'meeting' with his captor. But he was going to escape; that was a certain thing. He was Captain Jack Sparrow above all!
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