True North. (Jack Sparrow × Male Reader)

Dead Man Alive.

Years had passed sence Jacks dissapearance from the high seas. Barbossa ran these waters now, and any straggleing pirates now left in the slowly doomed era of piracy where easy game. And you, you were a merchant Captian now. You ran, and Co-opperated Captian Teauges industry of goods. He lavished himself away in the manstion and signed pappers while you happily agreed to do the foot work for him. He was old and far past his prime, he deserved the rest.

You today were tasked with hauling cargo to Tortuga. The place had cleaned up some. But in the nooks and crannys of the port where still the good old rotten pleasures. Witch you had grown to partake in quite often. Once you had faced Barbossa during a cargo haul. As you clashed swords and morals you had shared to him your hearts ache for Jack. He had spared you that day, his lasts words before hikeing his crew back to his new ship, The Queens Anns Revenge, Where. "Nothin sadisfys. Sounds famill'er. You'd be off worse alive then dead." He was the last soul left in this era of pirates who you new too well and yet never new at all. You offen wondered that day forward, weather he spent his mercy on you or his wrath.

As you watched the sea ahead you nodiced a black tatterd ship on the horizon. Your heart wrenched in pain and hope. Then suddenly it dropped in cold, dead, fear. You saw a Captian, He was paler then the color white itself and his body had black ashes flying off of it. He looked cracked and shatterd in parts of him, like a glass doll. You had seen things, and whatever this was you needed to get away fast.

You ordered all hands abored deck and you began to turn the ship in the direction of nearst land. You dident make tide or time however as the ghost ship barrled onto you. You drew your sword and as you were boreded, the ghosts Captian came stright for you. But it was over quickly. The crew all dead around you in a blink of an eye. You looked up to see the ghost Captians face and asked. "Who are you?" He had a hispanic accent, that you coundent quite pin point dew to the black tar like liquid suttering from his mouth as he talked. "Dose it matter? Eh? I need information." He tapped his sword on the deck, and your arms were held behind your back as he stepped forward, useing his sword as a cane. He wobbled a bit, and you nodiced one of his legs was just, missing, black ash flouting out from were it should be. He sutterd. "Look at me!" And got the black liqid on your shirt as he spoke agian. "I need to know about Jack De Sparro'." You looked him directly in the eyes as he spoke. You wouldent dout if your face turned as pale as his was. You replayed firmly and a bit harshly. "Jacks been dead for years." You said it. You thought it. And gods be damned if at this point you wernt ready to believe it. The Ghost Captian smiled and replayed. "Nuh, ah, ah, Jack De Sparro' Gave away de compass. Now i am free, and i will have my revenge." You gulped slightly, and nearly felt like crying. The Ghost Captian then yelled, as he drove his sword into a nearby barrell. "DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT JACK DE SPARRO'?" You shook your head vigoriusly and said back a bit panicked "N-No! No i dont! Ill i know is he vanished a good few years ago!!!" The Ghost Captians eyes then landed on your necklace. "De Black Pearl." He eyed the necklace then you as he mutterd. "Too old to be a son." He then yelled. "BAAA!!" And brought his sword down on the deck just beside your foot. He moved his face a inch away from yours as he growled slightly. "You are are lucky i always keep one man aliiivee." He tapped his sword on the deck agian, then you were dropped as he and his men saunterd back to there ship.

They swiftly vanished into the horizon as the sun set. And you sat on the deck and dident move, you couldent, dazzed. He was alive. He was in trubble agian. He was gone so long why couldent he come back. You let tears run down your face as you stared at the blood soaked deck. You felt everything and nothing. Physically you were blank, But inside the cold sting ran though your nerves and the unbearibal heat of love was thretening to melt your heart.

Eventually you gatherd yourself, And by morning you had supplied a small dingy to find shore, and then. Hell. You were going to find Jack.