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The Chalice of Doom	By : Jessica66 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 2364 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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7.
uncharted heights of madness

Captain Jack Sparrow let the helm to
Gibbs and walked to the rail staring at the sea. It was a bright sunny day with
a fresh breeze blowing, actually a perfect day
for sailing. The sails of the Pearl were flapping in the wind like a
raven in flight and the beads in his tangled hair jingled. A breath of wind
touched his face. He smelled the salty air filled with all the promises the sea
still held for him. There were endless horizons waiting for him, ships to be
plundered...
�just like that little galleon
they've seized yesterday, a latecomer of a Spanish treasure fleet and so
fully-laden that it could hardly swim. To take easy prey could be quiet boring
sometimes. It hadn't been a
challenge and maybe that's why it hadn't been any fun. None of the gold and
silver in the hold could cheer him up, yet his crew had a good time. He
remembered their shining eyes when they looted the ship but he went to his cabin
feeling bored. Sparkling of gold had lost all enticement for him, it didn't
affect him, didn't mean anything to him. Now, this was somehow worrying�
�and it got even worse. He felt strange,
or at least not well. He was hungry yet at the same time he wasn't; the food
simply didn't have any taste anymore. Well, the Black Pearl had never been
famous for it's outstanding cooking since a pirate's ship really didn't need
that to be feared, but that's not the point� even a new cook couldn't satisfy
him at the moment. He tried to fill the strange void inside him with rum but
that didn't help either and the hangover only made it worse.
At night, he couldn't sleep� he'd
never been a heavy sleeper. He usually slept with a pistol under his pillow- you
learn some things if you've seen a mutiny once- but he wasn't used tossing and
turning the whole night. During the day he felt tired and dejected, enjoying
nothing at all. Every movement seemed somehow arduous to him and he had the
feeling an ugly, shapeless black animal was sitting on his head dragging him
down.
"You look tired- if I may be
permitted to say that, Captain."
Jack winced, not having noticed that
Gibbs had stepped beside him. He swallowed the curse that was on the tip of his
tongue and just nodded; he wasn't in the mood to argue. Actually he wasn't in
the mood to do anything including steering the Pearl, and if even that couldn't
cheer him up something had to be definitely wrong with him. But what?
Maybe this had to do with Alf, he
thought while walking down the companions way, because Alf had been damned mad
at him and the Spaniard really was a weird guy. Maybe he'd poisoned his drink
or- even worse- cursed him� of course he didn't know but he believed Alf was
capable of doing things that were beyond understanding� He opened the door to
his cabin and saw Anamaria waiting for him. Or maybe I simply
need a good lay.
It had occurred to him as a good idea
but it ended in something like a disaster, nevertheless it had been a promising
start. Anamaria had been so charming to him lately that he almost forgot
everything else for a moment when their lips met for a kiss. Unfortunately the
moment didn't last long. Well, the kiss had been nice� comforting in a
way but that's all. She'd done nothing wrong and yet it wasn't right; it didn't
feel right. He was no longer in the mood and shoved her gently away.
"Ah, leave me alone Ana. I'm not
in the mood." he apologized heavily sighing. He'd never thought he'd ever
say that- neither did Anamaria. She looked at him in disbelief thinking if he
was only joking but he wasn't, yet he should have considered the consequences of
rejecting her.
"You bloody wanker!" she
yelled furiously jumping up from the bed and slapping him harder than ever
before. He blacked out for maybe a second before a loud bang brought him back to
reality. She'd left his cabin slamming the door. "� you're thinking 'bout
her!"

Jack
sat on the floor next to his bed with a bleeding nose and bottle of rum in his
hands thinking what the hell's gone wrong. Suddenly he knew it- he was cursed.
His hunger that was nearly starving him, his thirst that couldn't be
quenched, his inability to feel anything but an increasing void deep inside of
him� hadn't it begun similar with
Barbossa and his crew of damned miscreants? The curse must've been restored
somehow, there wasn't another explanation for his state. He'd been part of this
horror before since he'd nicked a coin from that bloody chest to be able to
defeat Barbossa. He'd taken the risk upon himself and now he's going to pay for it� his worst nightmare had
come true. Although he'd been under the influence of the curse just a short time
he'd gained an impression of what hell's gonna be like. Oh, he'd made a joke
about the immortal Captain Jack Sparrow when he stood there at that chest with
Will but actually there'd been nothing he'd rather have done than to cut his
hand and drop the bloody coin in. In any case, immortality had its dark sides
and he wasn't keen to find out more about it if immortality was combined with
feeling nothing. He didn't want to lose himself again.

The
rum tasted sour and burned his throat yet he couldn't stop it; he had to keep on
drinking. His heart was in the bilge. The world was as empty as the bottle in
his hands so he opened another one. He felt dull, frustrated and at the same
time he was longing for� longing for what? Ah, he just wanted to curl up in
the corner with his soul�

There
was a knock on the door and Gibbs entered the cabin, startled to see what state
his captain was in. He rushed at
his side.

"Jack,
what's wrong with ye?"

"I'm cursed mate." he said
without looking up and didn't even bother not being called 'Captain'. It didn't
matter anymore, nothing mattered.
"Jack
what're ye talkin' 'bout?"

"I'm
cursed."

"Aye,
ye've already said that but why d'ye think so?" Gibbs searched his pockets
for a piece of clean cloth and handed it to Jack. "Here, wipe the blood off
yer face and tell me who did this to ye."

"Aztec
Gods."

"Aztec
Gods punched yer nose?"

"Nah,
that's Ana� didn't wanna go to bed with her."

"Oh."
Gibbs fell silent for a moment and thought about it before he came up with the
only logical conclusion:
"Well, I've always told ye it's frightful bad luck havin' a woman aboard."

Jack
faked a smile but even that made his face ache so he gulped down more rum.
"This 's a serious problem Mr. Gibbs 'n it's nothin' to do with bad luck.
The curse's been restored that's why I'm cursed, savvy. Remember Barbossa? I'm
gonna be juss like 'im. I feel nothin'. I'm hungry but the food doesn't taste,
neither the rum. I'm only pretendin' to enjoy it but it doesn't quench my thirst
'n I wasn't in the mood to lay Ana."

"Well,
that doesn't mean ye're cursed as yer nose is still bleedin' and it wouldn't if
ye're really cursed."

"Stop
bothering me with irrelevant minor details. I know what I'm talkin' 'bout since
I've been through his before. I�
I need more rum, can't think clearly� don't wanna think 'bout it actually."

"Captain,
forgive me for being so bold to speak freely but I think ye've already had
enough rum." "Mr. Gibbs, ye possibly
wanna indicate I'm drunk but that's impossible as I'm cursed, therefore I
can't get drunk, savvy. Lemme alone now."

"No."
Gibbs refused to leave. "I worry 'bout ye, Jack. Dunno what's wrong with ye
but ye're definitely not cursed or me name's not Joshamee Gibbs. Ye may be daft
or drunk but ye're not cursed. "

"Ye're
stubborn Mr. Smith 'n I'll prove ye're wrong, ye'll see."

Before
Gibbs could react Jack held a dagger in his hands and tried to cut his left arm
with it but luckily Gibbs stopped him at the last moment. They were struggling
for the dagger for a while until Jack suddenly gave up and returned to his
bottle of rum. He looked like he wanted to drown himself in it.

"Why
're ye so obsessed of bein' cursed?" the elder man wondered. "There
must be another explanation to this. Ah, I've got it! Maybe ye're just havin'
some sort of midlife-crisis."

"Bloody hell d'ye think I'm getting old? I'm
Captain Jack Sparrow, mate!" He raised the bottle, swallowed some rum and
got off from the floor swaying more than usual. "Moonlight 'll show ye what
I really am�"

Jack stumbled on deck followed by Gibbs. He
outstretched his arms waving to the moon and performed something like a strange
pirouette- to prove what? That he was mad? Yet he failed to prove he was cursed.
Astonished he looked at his hands lightened by moonlight and moved his fingers
as swiftly as if doing a card trick, then he tried it slower but the result was
the same. He hadn't changed into a skeleton. There were still tendons and
muscles under his skin, and no bare bones. Now, that's interesting, very
interesting� Lost in thoughts he watched his hands until Gibbs stopped
this grotesque moon-dance and shoved him back into his cabin. No need for the
whole crew to see their Captain in a state like this.

"Jack, I've said it before 'n I'll repeat it again.
You. Are. Not. Cursed."

Jack sank to the floor, feeling
frustrated and hopeless. He grabbed another bottle of rum although he knew he'd
already had enough. So maybe he wasn't cursed or at least not cursed by Aztec
Gods but there was an ugly, shapeless, black animal sitting on his head.
He could never see it yet it was there.
"Go away." he growled.
"I won't. You shouldn't be alone
in a mood like this."
"Didn't mean ye. Drinkin' in
company's much better."
Gibbs looked around the cabin if there
was anyone else but they were alone. So who should go away? He decided better
not to ask because he possibly wouldn't want to know the answer. "Ye're
really in an odd mood since we've left Tortuga."
"Aye, we should return to Tortuga."
Jack agreed though this hadn't been the topic. "Tortuga's a nice place."
Gibbs sighed silently. "I
wonder if this red-haired witch has something to do with it� maybe she'd
bewitched my captain."

"I heard that." Jack pointed
accusingly at Gibbs and got a little bit more sober all at once. "Don't
call her that never ever again. She's not a witch, she's� cute. Nah, I didn't
really mean cute� she's a pirate, not cute at all� she's fooled me
and drugged me and played with me- yet I like her, and ye're a
much too superstitious old fart."
Oh no it's worse than expected.
Jack wasn't cursed or at least not in the usual meaning of being cursed as he's
fallen in love with a red-haired witch. But Captain Jack Sparrow couldn't
possibly suffer from lovesickness!
Gosh, how's this gonna end, Gibbs wondered.
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