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Jack was fucked up
More than you think.

Maybe more than that time his first mate abondoned him with an one-shot pistol in an island.

Nahh- this time he was chained up, left without air, without food or water.

At least he had some rum and place to walk around at that damned island.
If to ask how did Captain Jack Sparrow turned out this way, it's a stupid question.

Every land he steps, there is an enemy or so. This time he was caught when he was drunk. More than ever, after losing his crew and Black Pearl to fucking Barbossa. Drinking helped him forget or get lost for a while. Now it only make it worse.

He drink, to how desparate he is, how he lost his everything every damn time, not so long after taking everything back.

And he drink, for one person.
He realizes about it when he just gets drunk, but there is this goddamn person.

The person is on the center of everything. His ship taken by, mutiny started by. Jack left without anything again, by him.

Nothing mattered anymore. He was almost sure he's going to die there. Every day getting beatened up, forced to say something he doesnt even know.

It isnt in his book to die such way. He always tought of dying in a war, or a good fight.

He even tought of getting killed by him.

But no way else. And now not being able to do anything hurts him the most.

He would've escaped if there was a chance, but there is nothing around him. No ropes, no candles, nothing sharp or nothing he can hold. Nothing but chains and some of his clothes on. And of course, a blindfold.

No hope to be found. Nothing more than someone coming to actually save him. Sometimes he wished that Will Turner's dear Elizabeth would be in danger again and Will needing Jack.

He spent his weeks there. Barely having any food. But he would chat with crew who came to beat him to death for information or give him some dry food.

"Still not ready to give any info, pirate?"
He heard two or three men giggling. A smile across his face, knowing exactly who are they without being able to see them.

"I see your energy is still on. Bastard." Jack feels a punch across his face. Chains avoid him crashing his head on wall and swinging him instead.

He bleeds again, probably breaking his nose for the 5th time.
But he doesnt know, he really doesnt know what they want.

"The map was on you. You should know where we'll find the cups!"

Jack spits on floor, getting rid of the blood bothering his mouth.
"I dont know how the map was on me- maybe if you let me read the map I could-" another hit, this time a kick on the ribs.

"You're trying and trying but will not be succesful. We heard of your unplanned escapes, Sparrow."

He heard a man whispering "lets go." Then hears the door shut. Locked.

He has a blindfold but he feels the light. And when the door is shut he's sure, there is nowhere to escape.

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"Jack? Last time i saw him was a long while ago. " Gibbs drank his rum with a passion. Then rest an eye on the men beside him. "Why do ye search for him, captain?"

Barbossa took a moment. Fearing these questions. "He has something be mine."

"And ye'r needin' it for what?"

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