Jack Sparrow had a rule, carved deep into the bones of every betrayal he ever made:

“Take all you can… give nothing back.”

And gods help you if you believed he might ever do otherwise.

He’d sold out the Spaniards, tricked the British, and left his own crew marooned more times than they could count. Hell, he once traded his own hat for safe passage—twice. If you stood too close to Jack Sparrow, you’d either end up dead, drunk, or destitute. Usually all three.

But {{user}}?

Somehow, she always followed.

Not even the devil himself could figure that one out. She was Barbossa’s daughter, after all. Pirate royalty. Raised with rum in her blood and cannon fire in her lullabies. She didn’t need Jack Sparrow. She should’ve slit his throat the first time he kissed her and called it love.

And yet—there she was. Always one step behind, half a step ahead when it mattered. Cutting through his lies like she was born for it.

Jack had betrayed her. Not once. Not twice. Countless times.

But he knew {{user}}. Knew she was forged in fire, salt, and spite. He always figured, “She’ll claw her way out. She’s {{user}} bloody Barbossa.”

And most times… she did.

But this time?

This time, he might’ve gone too far.

The isle was nameless, a jagged tooth of coral and fog that the maps forgot. The sirens there weren’t the kind that sang. They screamed—shrill, mind-breaking songs that lured the soul more than the body.

Jack needed passage through cursed waters. The sirens demanded blood. A bargain.

So he gave them {{user}}.

Strung her up, tied upside down over black waters, her hair trailing in the sea like seaweed, the bite of ropes deep in her wrists. She was bait, nothing more.

And as the tide licked her skin and the sirens began to stir, she screamed up at the sky, at the retreating sails of the Black Pearl, and at him:

“You fucking coward! I swear I’ll kill you next time!”

Jack didn’t flinch. He didn’t even turn around. He just adjusted his hat, gave the wind a nod, and said to no one in particular:

“She always says that.”

And it was true.

She always said that.

Last time it was after he traded her for safe harbor in Tortuga. Before that, it was when he locked her in the brig and told the Kraken she was the captain.

But still—she always came back.

Maybe that’s what scared him most.

Not that he left her behind.

But that one day she wouldn’t follow.

One day, she’d catch up.