Wi' A Wannion

Once again, I’ve borrowed from the script of POTC: Curse of the Black Pearl. It just wouldn’t be right without those famous gallows words…no foul intended.

Epilogue:

His crew, even Gibbs and Anamaria, had taken his ship---left him behind, sticking to the Code. He'd lost even the ship that owned his soul's debt. After all that, having lost the ship even as he paid back the debt owed between hisself and Barbossa, he found himself unable to care that he'd be hung, captured by Commodore Norrington. It was only fitting for a pirate, as it were.

Norrington, the bloody peacock, even gibed at him about having nothing witty to say. He could only lift the corner of his mouth to reveal teeth and sardonic amusement. He had rattled his chains and then let his eyes close. Behind them, in the brig and in the jail, awaiting the end of his life, Jack had watched Hector swim in and out of his foggy, internal sight...Hector remembered as he was, ten years ago and then remembered as he was, in death.

"Jack Sparrow, be it known that you have..."

There he stood, on the gallows. Even now, he couldn't be respected.

Well, at least he wouldn’t be paying the debt he owed to Davy Jones.

"Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow." He muttered, flexing his bound hands.

"For your willful commission of crimes against the Crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, the most egregious of these to be cited herewith---piracy, smuggling, impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England..."

Ah, yes. He couldn't resist a smirk. Good times, that.

"Sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be, on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul."

Not so bad an end, really. He'd known he would die a pirate, from the moment Cutler Beckett had branded him with the P that lay in the skin of his right arm. Hung for crimes against the Crown and humanity. As if there was much about humanity not worthy of a crime or two. He hadn't become a real pirate until everything good in his life had been taken and he had never killed a man in cold blood until he'd found it in himself to finish what lay between him and the man who'd betrayed his heart. He couldn't be accused of cold blooded murder.

None of them would know of the blackest crime he'd committed.

There was no God-granted mercy to be had, for what he'd done.