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Have you ever pondered about the break in between realms?  It is not the realm of the living and the dead I speak of, but that of slumber and awakening.  Surely you have awoken from your slumber, yet found yourself to still be encased by sleep’s cold embrace.  It’s a rather odd place to find oneself; trapped in the glitch.  To be conscience to the extent of being slightly aware, however, still being in a state of restful respites; unable to control your senses, unable to control your movements, unable to fully process your current surroundings.  It is even odder still for your limbs to be lying there numb and useless.  As horrifying as such a state of demise might seem to be, there would surely be beauty to be found here.  Between the hollow lines, between  the vortex of what was and what could be…there in that one place could the mind be fully stimulated to such an extent that the brain would fully awaken.  It’s a sad thing to think of that a normal person only utilizes a mere ten percent of their brain.  Could this be that the normal person has only the capability to do so, or could it be that our minds are not stimulated enough on a regular basis to fully access the brain’s full potential?  However, wouldn’t it be a grand thing to tap into the remaining ninety percent?  The possibilities would be endless of what someone could accomplish if and when they could successfully empower such an amazing feat as that.  

Trapped between realms is the exact place that the peculiar pirate Captain found himself to be.  His eyes were still closed, yet his remaining senses had already begun to awaken from their divine place of rest.  The palms of his hands were face down upon a rather cold surface.  What could this be?  Was he not still resting upon his ship in his warm feathered bed?  Certainly he could still feel the roll of the ship as it tilted from side to side as if the waves were slowly rocking him as he slept.   A cool breeze met the surface of his face as he inhaled deeply.  The captain could smell the salt in the air and feel the slight spray of the seas mist.  He laid there for a few more moments as his mind raced throughout his memories at sea, his brain was jumping from event to event, each treasure he had uncovered, each ship he had conquered, each flag he had proudly flown…every woman he had ever loved.  Confusion began to set in as he lay there.  Jack was not for sure if it was regret that was overshadowing him or thanksgiving.  Certainly he wanted to find true love, whether that be with his ship, or with a lifelong mate.  However, his lifestyle had a way of preventing much activity with anything but the open sea.  Most of the time he would rejoice in his freedom, but once in a blue moon he would have the slightest tingle of what would seem to be regrets that he had not already settled down.  Perhaps he could have made more of himself.  Maybe, just maybe he could have been successful at something other than piracy, something more than raiding distant lands and uncovering treasures of vast amounts.  Perhaps he could have found another to share in his adventures with, someone to go to when he was hurting, someone to take care of him when he could not take care of himself, someone to truly give everything to.  Unfortunately for the piratic Captain he felt as though he had given himself away long ago and was now enslaved by his own past; sentenced to suffer his own demise by his very hands.  

There truly was a war being waged inside of his deep core.  I’m not for certain if you could call it a heart, but whatever lay in the center of his being had grown cold and dark long ago.  It was very seldom that he ever felt true emotions anymore.  On the rare occasion he could almost feel happiness, yet what was true happiness to one such as him?  All he had ever known was thriving off of the pain and anguish of others.  Never before had he worked for anything he had attained thus far in his miserable life; he had taken it all unfairly and in very unjust ways.  As he lay there, still embraced between the vortex of slumber and waking, he began to ponder on his life.  He began to think of his ultimate end…death.  Would anyone truly miss a pirate?  Would anyone attend his funeral?  Would anyone greave at the loss of him?  If someone were to attend his final farewell, what would they think of him…what would they say of him?  Would he be immortalized with tales of his endless feats and legends?   Or would they be more likely to spit at the very mention of his name?  Would they speak of him as he really was…a horrid and retched pirate?  And would he ultimately be forgotten about all together and removed from time and space?  Seeing as he was not in his awakened mind at this point in time, his thoughts tended to wander about aimlessly it would appear and seem to not make much sense.

A moment longer his brown eyes would begin to show themselves to the world; further announcing that he was recovering his abilities.  The first sight his eyes would begin to absorb was a black sky with streams of indigo painted about that looked like a waterfall erupting from the highest point of the universe.   Scattered amongst the indigo rivers were bright, shining stars that glistened with the luster of a thousand diamonds.  Transparent clouds sailed about the midnight skies as gracefully as the Black Pearl against the surface of the sea.  For the moment, whether brief or elongated, Jack’s mind was at rest, embracing peace no matter how long nor short.  

Minutes flew by as the clouds had started to take on other shapes, transforming their previous nature to appear as other objects.  Some took on the form of ships, drifting within the breeze, while some took on the glorious form of dragons that seemed to swim around the ships with grace and prowess.  He knew not the meaning of this show he was watching, yet he knew the two forms coincided somehow, someway.  The two things danced with each other and flowed together as if they were one being.  

It was then that the pirate captain decided to arise from the place where he had laid.  He slowly stood up, noting that he was in fact aboard his trusted ship, the Black Pearl; at least it appeared to be the Pearl from the blackened sails and dark mahogany wood that composed the surface of the mighty vessel.  Captain Jack first made his trek up the relaxed steps, each one squeaking out of sheer age.  Once he was aboard the top deck, his left hand reached out and grabbed ahold of the large wheel, taking hold and feeling the true power of the Pearl.  Oddly enough, the ship was standing still, steadily rocking to and fro within the soft push of the incoming and outgoing waves.  

Suddenly one by one, water sprites, otherwise known as fairies, began to slowly soar around the exterior of the ship, coming in closer and closer as the minutes passed by.  Jack reached up with his hands balled into fists and rubbed his eyes lightly, reopening them to insure he was not going mad.  As his eyes focused back in , sure enough he vividly saw these spirits circling around his prized possession.  

Higher Captain…higher…

A softly spoken voice erupted ever so lightly from somewhere above the ship.  Jack was taken aback from these weird occurrences.   Ever since he had awoken from his slumber nothing had made since, save the fact that he was aboard his home, the Pearl.  The captain even questioned whether or not he was still fast asleep.  Should he throw himself off the Pearl’s edge to see if he would wake up?  Should he risk his own safety if he were wrong?  It was then that the soft voice rang out once more, except this time it had grown in volume, getting louder and louder as it repeated, tempting the captain to go higher and higher.  Cap’n Jack, without further hesitation, made his way back down the stairs and walked over towards the main mast of the ship which would lead to the crow’s nest high above.  He placed on foot at a time firmly upon the laddered steps on either side of the mast, climbing effortlessly as if he were weightless.  

As Jack got higher, the spirits swarmed closer and closer, eventually encircling the mast itself.  It was then that they began to soar higher.  Jack’s eyes widened as he saw them drifting towards him.  He quickened his pace, trying to reach the crow’s nest before they caught up to him; not knowing whether they would cause him any bodily harm.  What felt like not only hours, but years passed by before his right hand grasped firmly to the banister around the nest.    Another year seemed to passed by before he would hurl his body over the edge and safely into the wooden barrier of the nest.  Jack had no sooner landed on the flat of his back as the water spirits erupted over the top of the crow’s nest, forming what would appear to be a tornado reaching up to the heavens above.  Jack found it hard to stand, grabbing ahold of the banister once more to insure his balance.  His hat was ripped right off of his head and swallowed up by the spirit tornado and faintly went out of sight.  This tornado would not only claim his hat, but just as quickly the winds increased in speeds, tearing off the very rings from each finger, the earrings in his ears and even the beads from his beard.  Sheer pain shot through his entire body as the winds tossed him around the crow’s nest like he was nothing more than a rag-doll; weightless and without any form of strength.  

The force of the wind against his body seemed to be so great that his rib cage would surely collapse if this persisted another moment longer.  With the winds moving so fast, Jack found it impossible even to draw another breath.  Is this where I die?...Tell me that it doesn’t end like this?

His thoughts were racing; he had never before experienced such agony in his life.  Before this encounter Jack had always felt that he was invincible, like nothing could touch him, but sadly he was quickly realizing just how close the end was…just how real death could be.  All he could think about at this given point in time was, what impact would this devilish disaster yield on his beloved ship?  What was the cause of this?  What had he done to bring this upon himself?  Perhaps a life of piracy had finally caught up to him.  Perhaps his maker had finally had enough of his pillaging lifestyle and was ready to sentence him the proper judgment…to condemn his soul to the depths. Suddenly his eyes closed as his body exhaled for what seemed would be the last time.  The pirate captain would bid a final farewell to this cruel old world.

Just as soon as his eyes closed, they would once again open.  He was standing upon a white beach before the calm ocean of the gulf.  The white caps of the petite waves were quite soothing to one’s soul.  It was at this site that reminded the pirate captain was reminded of his time enslaved in Davy Jones’ Locker.  It was a vial and treacherous place of desolate evil and never ending anguish.  This place, however, was nothing of the sort.  It was calm…peaceful…heavenly even.  The eastern skies soon gave birth to a cooling breeze that would slowly sweep over the land, giving relief to the piratic being as he stood out in the sunlight, fully exposed.  His body was badly bruised, his clothes torn about almost to nonexistence.  There were cuts placed periodically around his body as a result of the vicious winds and fiendish-like spirits that had disemboweled his very life as he knew it.  Surely he hadn’t died, this all felt too real…but where was his ship?  What happened to his crew?  He had no recollection of seeing Mr. Gibbs or even that fiend of a monkey that was always howling about the Pearl.  Jack tried to place all of the pieces of the puzzle together, yet none of this made any sense to him.  Was everything falling apart?  Was he losing his mind?  Or had he only imagined his life up to this point and everything was now just starting to make sense?

Whatever the cause, the captain would go on.  He started his journey into the jungle that was a mere twenty feet up shore.   Pain surged throughout the entirety of his body with every step he took.  A burning sensation erupted upon the souls of his feet as he looked down to realize his boots were missing.  ”What’s next?” he complained as his hope was dwindling down with each passing second.

As his feet finally stepped into the shade of the jungle, he breathed a sigh of relief.  Within the distance of his eyesight, he could make out what appeared to be a dirt path.  The captain made his way towards the path to see where this might lead him.  He did his best to keep a sharp eye on his surroundings, his ears picking up on each and every creek and moan the jungle would produce.  On the rare occasion the low growl of a nearby beast would erupt.  He could feel the very vibrations under his feet.  Each time he would stop as his eyes gazed around, just to see whether or not he could trace the origins of the beasty.  

Another hour or so went by as Jack Sparrow reached the end of the path.  He had always heard every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end…Such a saying was true in this case as well.  The path would end only for a large cave to begin.  There was a lit torch on either side of the opening, lighting the path as it carried on out of sight.  Jack was hesitant at first to carry on, yet oddly enough, he was at ease and peace with entering into the mouth of the cave.  It still all felt as if it were a dream.  Could none of this be real?  He often wondered as he slowly trekked into the darkened unknown.

The pirate Captain firmly grasped one of the torches and made his way further into the cave.  A mere ten steps into the mouth and the path would turn to the right at a forty five degree angle.  The dim light of the torch would soon shine against the walls, showing some rather intriguing paintings of various things.  One such thing stuck out…a dragon.  That was the most frequently drawn figure.  It was composed of various forms and different depictions of vast amounts of stories were portrayed.  From what Jack could gather, the story told the epic and timeless tale of good versus evil.  The dragon at first appeared as the one of evil, rising up from the depths and causing great chaos amongst the innocent.  However, as he continued to study the paintings, it would seem as the dragon underwent a transformation of sorts.  It transformed from a being of darkness, a shrouding shadow demonic flesh and passion into that of light.  The paintings completely changed, as if someone had started them in the beginning and someone else came along at a later point and finished…perhaps changing the story to better fit their opinion or belief.

The captain became lost in the story.  He wanted to know the ending, yet he ran out of wall as he entered a large opening in the tunnel.  There he saw torches placed all around the surrounding walls, but no paintings were drawn on their surface.  It was an enormous room; surely the cave did not appear to even be this large from the outside.  The wounded pirate slowly made his way into the opening, studying every aspect he saw around him as to better prepare himself for what was ahead…the unknown.  At the back of the room there was a small waterfall that trickled in from a hole in the ceiling, not even large enough for a grown man to fit through.  Jack found this an odd place for a waterfall, but he had learned over the past few hours not to question these odd occurrences he had been witness to.   As he got closer and closer to the waterfall, he could feel his body ache less and less.  He looked down at his hands and was surprised to see that his cuts had started to heal; now only showing up softly on the surface of his skin.  
It was then that he had reached the small pool underneath the grand waterfall.  He knelt down, finding it rather easy to do so instead of the sheering pain that had been surging throughout his very bones.  The water was as blue as he had ever seen, an incredible sight it was.  There was, however, something more.  There was something glistening, resting at the bottom of the pool.  It seemed to be underneath some sand, yet its luster still shown through the clear water with ease.  Jack reached with his right hand, firmly gripping the obstruction in the water.  With no force behind his tug, the object came loose and was pulled to the surface.  It was some form of a blade, but not one like he had ever seen before.  The hilt was gold with a blade of silver.  It had the ironic resemblance of a key, but on a much larger scale.  

There etched into the blade was an inscription that read, ”Unlock your true destiny…”

You are capable of much more than you have allowed yourself captain…choose your path and choose it wisely…You are destined for more...”

It was the same voice ringing out from before.  This time, it was soothing…it wasn’t so harsh as it was while he was still aboard the Black Pearl.  No words formed upon his lips…his mind was in total disarray at this current time, unable to process a response.  All he could do was focus on the majesty of the blade in which he held in his hands and admire the tranquility of it all…it was a new beginning for this lost soul…perhaps every soul could be saved…and only time would tell if this jackal of the seas would truly make a turn for the better.

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Due to Captain Jack being who he is int he story I feel that this sort of change would be preemptive thus far in his on site evolution; you may try again later through training though this may exist as a dream that pushes you in that direction as time goes on.

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Thank you for the consideration. Perhaps in the near future you or Shirou could train the cap'n in the art of key blades.

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Alright. I think it's time to revisit this topic. I feel that cap'n jack would do well with a key blade. Is he a goody two shoes like sora? Bloody 'ell no, but that's what makes him awesome. I don't think that someone necessarily has to be "good" for a key blade to choose them.

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