Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

Jack Sparrow - Cheating

I feel like it's kind of a stereotypical for Jack Sparrow to be someone who is a cheater... and so I'm joining in with this, please forgive me . I am a hopeless romantic most of the time, but it seems any form of romance in this world is not the kind I truly want so here is the negative outlook that a lot will experience... am I sounding philosophical or depressive? Ehhhh enjoy it anyway!

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Sometimes it's hard to imagine that love is something we get to experience. a love that is reciprocated, no fabricated, and one of an even amount from both sides. None exhaustive, and fills your heart with happiness rather than negativity. For years my parents had told me to keep away from anyone who may break my heart, with that being said, that could be anyone. Those you love the most are the ones who break your heart even more. You never expect it from them, and so when they do something against you, it is unthinkable that they could do something like it.

As always, their advice seems like it's a hindrance rather than advice that gives you freedom to not experience the hurt. Their advice comes from a place of experinece they were once forced to reconcile with. And this is what brings us to the present as she's walking across the beach, her dress dragging across the sands of Tortuga, her hair drenched from the rain as the sunlight begins to caress her skin. She's smiling, but it's a sorrowful smile, her eyes full of tears. The smile is one of disbelief, and  inability to believe the man that she loved could cause her this amount of pain. 

She looked to her hand, still imagining the stinging she had felt when her hand collided with his head, the palm sore with red markings as it slapped his face. Her aggression turned into physical anger, something she never resorted to until now. Five years of loving someone, who promised her the world, promised her freedom, promised her a future. In that future, in those promises and in that world there was clearly no sunshine, there was no moonwalks on the beach, holding hands, hugging her tight when she missed home, and keeping her warm as the cold breeze drifted upon the rocking ships decks. The idea of children, a family, their security in a world of danger. Instead, she was isolated, alone, no family or friends in this place that eradicated the sober. 

Everything he had given her was anguish and a cheating partner. 

On her rist was a beaded bracelet, made from the same beads that adorned his hair, weathered and beaten from the use that it had been given. Just like the ones he possessed. It served as a reminder that her life was now like this bracelet. Beaten, worn down, deteriorated and used. 

Her heart hurt with the heaving of her tears, her hands shaking as they returned to her side, fiddling with her clothes in a nervous manner. And, as she walked, her mind wandered too. Wondering why he hadn't come after her, what he was doing now, how it had happened, why he had broke his promise to be faithful, why no one had told her, and if she was the reason he had cheated. The numerous times he failed to acknowledge her presence in a room she had passed over, the times he never introduced her as his partner to other women, why he failed to bring her to places out of the excuse they were dangerous. The latter may have been plausible, but the rest inexcusable. 

And so, she wandered. Further and further till the sand was cutting at her dry feet wading on the beach, seeing that somehow she may have come full circle. The tide had come further in that she had realised, and so walked slowly into the depths of the water, scared, and faultering to find her footing. She was on a ship most of the time, so the deep water never scared her since she never entered it. But, her fears were real, and so were her fears of seeing the man she hated, yet still loved. The water distracted her for a moment, ignoring the feeling of fish brushing across her skin, the cold coursing through her body as it encased her. 

Finding the rungs of the ladder to the decks above her, there were an numerous amounts of drunkard men tipping the empty bottles down their necks in the hopes of one last drop. He often did that. Until now, until after the hurt she never noticed the negative aspects behind his persona. And yet, she still loved him. 

"Miss, where have you been?" someone asked her as she continued walking, her face bitter. "I've been looking all over for you."

She turned her face around to see Gibbs, a man she had adopted as almost a father figure and  guide. He proved to be source of comfort more often that he had. 

"I needed some air,"

"You've been gone for more than a day, even sent someone to look for you,"

"I never saw them, just me, the sea, the sky, the stars, the sand,"

"I thought as much," he looked at her, she was drenched, exuasted, dehydrated and sad, he hated her this way. "Would a hug help?" 

She simply nodded and began to cry softly into his shoulder. He smelt musty, and a bit damp, but she had become accustomed to it, it almost stopped her tears, reminding her someone truly cared. 

"Why did he do it?" she cried between muffled breaths. 

"I'm not sure," he held the back of her head to his chest, stroking her damp hair. "I thought he loved you too. But sometimes, love isn't enough for people to commit loyalty." 

"Where do I go now? I have no home, I have no family. I gave up everything," 

"You think they were right?"

"Maybe, maybe they were," he held her at arms distance, wiping away the tears with his rough hands. "Were they right?"

"Did you get what you set out for?"

"Freedom? Yes, until now,"

"You still have that freedom, just without Jack as someone you class as your own. You don't need him, you don't need someone to fill his place,"

"I do. I need someone to love. I still love him, Gibbs," she started crying again and pulled herself back into his embrace. "I love Jack."

"And, you always will. Love will never leave you, it's whether you act on it."

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SORRY IF THIS WAS BORING LOLS