Confess To The Tide - Sparbossa AU

Are you Safe?

These four walls were now the only thing familiar to the young captain. No sounds but that of his own breath as he breathed softly to the silent rhythm of his heartbeat. Seldom do any guards come here, only patrol at night, during the day they are busy with Beckett's orders.

Judging from the dim light shining in the hall and the rumble of the lad's stomach it was in the mid afternoon. The captain's breakfast is still untouched on a little plate by the cell door. The rats had started to scramble towards the food fighting for scraps.

Jack Sparrow lay on the cold, hard bed. His eyes wide open as he gazed at the roof, he watched as there were three small leaks on the roof, causing a bit of water to drop down onto the floor making a pitter-patter sound that seemed to annoy the lad.

Two days and one night since Elizabeth left and Jack was starting to feel alone. Jack knew Lord Beckett often visited the cells but he never came to visit Jack. 'what did he want with me?' Jack often asked himself.

After Elizabeth left, the cells around him became dark, so did this place. The hallway seemed full of danger and the dark corners were like a forbidden realm full of monsters and all things evil. The four walls began to scare Jack and they felt as though they were closing in around him‍.

When Elizabeth left, Jack requested a guitar to fill the silence and they were happy to provide him with one if it meant shutting him up from talking to himself, he did that often, because there was no one to talk to.

The guitar lay resting on Jack's stomach, he hasn't touched it till now. He just hasn't felt the need. His eyes averted to the instrument, he ran his hand along the strings to test the tune, it was a worn guitar with one of the strings broken, but it still played well to the lad's understanding. As his gaze began to scan this guitar he noticed something familiar about this instrument that he didn't quite understand.

The guitar was a normal brown colour but the paint was wearing off in some places, it looked as though it was dated back for several years, and well used. The guitar had a pattern of small silver Ruby's that appeared to be diamond shaped going around the edge of the guitar. There were blank little holes where some of the Ruby's had fallen out of use and wear.

"Where have I seen you before?" The young man muttered softly as his dark eyes twinkled in the casted light within the hall. Jack knew he saw this guitar before, he knows this guitar but he didn't know why or where.

It began to bother him the more he examined it, such a well used instrument and Sparrow could easily picture someone holding it as they softly played, with the Ruby's sparkling in the moonlight. But he didn't know who it belonged to.

Now Jack was getting really frustrated as he looked this guitar up and down. Now he thought maybe it was time to give up. Perhaps he wasn't meant to know who it belonged to. At least he had it for entertainment now.

The young captain became to fiddle with the strings, finding the instruments rhythm. As he started to play a soft melody his mind started to wander down a dark path he seldom traveled in.

The death of his child...

"Why did you have to leave me? It wasn't fair that you are one of them that suffered at the hands of Beckett..."

"Where are you now?"

"Are you safe?"

"What do you look like I wonder?"

"Not a day goes by when I don't think of you, you were so young... too young"

"Why did it have to be you?...."