What if your best friend was THE Captain Jack Sparrow? What if you fell for him? What if love was the one thing that drove you insane?
Catalina Perez had grown up with Jack Sparrow and had fallen for him more and more everyday. When he goes missing...
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3rd Person's POV
Jack lays with his arms under his head. Catalina lays on his shoulder with a hand on his chest. He looks down and covers her chest with the blanket then stands up and pulls up his pants. After finding his shirt he pulls it on.
He takes out his compass from his pocket and opens it. He doesn't like what he sees. Well he does but it's not what he needs at the moment. He closes the lid, shakes it and sneaks the lid open. Still not to his liking. He reaches for a bottle of rum nearby-- it's empty.
"Why is the rum always gone?" He mumbles to himself.
He stands up-- and staggers a bit, "Right. That's why."
He makes his way carefully to the door. Miles of empty ocean all around, neither ship nor shore in sight. Jack makes his way toward a hatch.
Hammocks are strung up, sailors sleeping. Cotton's foot is jammed into Marty's face. Chickens cluck loudly-- Jack pulls his pistol. The chickens go suddenly silent.
"That's what I thought."
Jack checks the racks-- nearly empty. He finds a bottle, tugs it out-- difficult, because it is oddly crusted with barnacles.
The bottle feels wrong. Jack uncorks it, peers inside, turns it over and sand spills out, onto the deck.
"Time's run out, Jack."
Jack turns slowly. A figure in the shadows. The man is pale, with bleached out skin; starfish and barnacles seem to be part of his face and neck.
"Bootstrap? Bill Turner?"
"Jack Sparrow. You look good."
Bootstrap steps out of the shadows.
"Is this a dream?" Jack asks as he squints staring at Bill.
Bootstrap frowns, "No."
"I thought not. If it were, there'd be rum."
Bootstrap grins raising an arm, offering Jack the bottle of rum. Jack smiles. It costs a bit of effort to pull it loose, since Bootstrap's hand is also encrusted with barnacles. Jack sniff it, then shrugs and wipes the mouth of the bottle.
