A story about Jack and his late night thoughts.
No other people.
I feel this is more mark's description than jack's but alright :)
Its like... I like being alone, I just don't like being lonely.
I like Copper.
Copper's a good friend to Jack.
I like Jack.
I just read the first sentence and i had a strong sad feeling hit me. it's entirely possible for that to cross his mind.
Well that has to be a record time on how fast my feels were hit
For some really weird reason I pictured when Jack had the sparrow on his chest I imagined bird seed flowing out of his mouth Like a watherfall. I have no idea why it just was like *poof!* 'hi! I'm your weird imagry!'