tamingthemuse | Candecent Musings

Written for the Prompt "Cadence"
Fandom - POTC
Rating - PG (for language. no f-bombs in site though.
Summary - Jack muses on society and his mistakes.

It was a slow and peaceful rise from the deep sleep he had achieved sometime during the night. Above him the Caribbean sun had just began to warm the ocean and the sand around him. It would soon be hot as it always was, but the northern wind battled the heat and as dark brown eyes opened, Jack had the distinct feeling that it would be a cooler day.

The cadence of the ocean softly caressing his beach prompted him to sit up and just watch. When was the last time he had just sat and done nothing? The last time he hadn’t a worry in the world and could enjoy life? The last time he could trust someone? The last time he had sat on the beach and just enjoyed the quiet of nature was before he left home at seventeen.

He had wanted to get away from what was to become his life; what had become his life. He remembered as a young child how he detested pirates, how he loved and hated his father who was, or wasn’t, his father. He didn’t remember his mother at all and it seemed as if the only solution to the problem was to run away and make his own way in the world.

It soon turned him upon this path; though he had tried to deny it by going to work for EITC and it was only after he had sold his soul to the devil of the ocean did he finally realize, that by being a moral and upstanding citizen, would others just mow him down and screw him over. So, what did he do? He got them before they could stab him first. They drove him to this. Of course, Jack wasn’t stupid enough to not realize that by him upholding his belief in Liberty did he bring it upon himself.

He wasn’t about to let those slaves live their life out only dreaming of the life he held. What would he be then but exactly like Beckett and the other Nobles that he had learned to detest. Nothing good every came from that lot, they took and took and yet called themselves law abiding.

Hells bells, what a load of bullshit that was; they were just as much of a bunch of pirates as he himself, they just didn’t live with the scum they looked down on. No, their scum hid behind masques of rouge and lace and fine things. Their homes were filled with the air of slavery and yet they dared to uphold such a belief?

What liars and black-adders they were.