Waves crashing upon shore thundered in the distance, a distance that was closer than the normal description of distance. The sound of the constant thundering was soothing. He knew it wasn't a storm. Storms were not as powerful as this sound. A sound wave created while crashing upon shore was the same as the sight a wave produced before crashing. One could hear the formation of the wave, slowly building in the distance. Further and further, the wave formed and louder and louder, the sound it produced until the wave reached its mighty crest. Upon reaching the crest, the building sound altogether disappeared, for there was nothing more glorious and suspenseful than holding off until the water crashed forward, in a graceful half moon. The wave formed a moon, a crescent moon to be exact, as mighty and beautiful and Selena herself. Poseidon himself pulled the water toward earth and upon the heavenly crest crashing back into her waters from where she was born, a thunder erupted like the thunder of the beating drum indicating a death has occurred. However, death of the mighty wave was simply the beginning, for the water left from the wave rushed toward shore in an effort to reach life. Restoring life into the water, Poseidon pulled the droplets back with his hand, into the collection of the oceans of the world.

Storms formed and died, unlike the sea waves that die and live. The ocean itself breathed and the waves were her breaths.

Young Jack Sparrow opened his sore eyes. Waves that crashed upon shore washed to his fingertips, giving life to the lifeless fingers and therefore restoring life to his person. Although the world he saw was sideways, he looked out.

White sea foam swirled between the black rocks buried in the sand upon the shoreline, black rocks that had the appearance of great sea turtles that rested forever. The distance revealed a cycle of mighty waves far in the horizon then smaller as they came ashore, always living and dying. Above, the dark blue, grey clouds lingered, yet conformed in their storm layers. Light flashed within them high above into the heavens, too far from earth to disturb the mortal world.

Further tilting his head, a single break in the clouds revealed the blue sky of true Heaven. The break and blue sky shaped a sparrow, ironically, with wings expanded out toward the reached of the horizon. Within the break, dark clouds painted the feathers and features. A sunset broke trough the head of the sparrow, the orange sun glowing the water and lighting the storm. A once dark black cloud became orange, the brightest cloud in the sky. That single cloud, with the winds blowing in the heavens, became a mighty dragon, barring his teeth at the dark clouds. He consumed the darkness, swallowing the evil so good and light could prevail.

His brown eyes watched the sun falling toward the horizon with the sparrow flying more towards the shore in which he lay motionless. Rays of warmth kissed and bless his face. The screaming pain shooting through his body erased with the rays of light from heaven. Gentle tears fell from his eyes into the sands where the waves breathed to him. Such a sight was never seen before by those eyes, nor could anything have been so beautiful. A storm sent from the very inner core of Hell became as sight only the gods in heaven saw. That was the purpose though. Darkness and death was created so there could be light and life. Without the dark, light would cease to exist and without death, life wouldn't be precious.

Once white sea foam rushing to his fingertips became red, a red only caused by blood. Blinking, Jack's soul returned to earth from its visit to heaven. Red blood. He raised his hand so that he could see if the blood was coming from him. Twisting his hand in the air, there was no puncture in his skin; the blood was not his. Looking back at his "turtles", he focused on them more. The backs of these "turtles" were indeed backs, but not of turtles. Instead, they were backs of human beings, rising with the breathing waters. Arms and legs rose in wave patterns of their own. Their only breath was that of the sea.

Darkness spilled across the beach where these bodies lay.

Jack's eyes sprinted to the sparrow in the sky. The sparrow was no more and neither was the bright sun. Winds shifted the clouds. From the sparrow emerged a skull, a human skull with an open mouth. On earth, the sea winds increased, screaming in the cove. The skull in the sky was screaming. He pushed himself into a half sitting position with his right arm, having discovered he left was embedded with a splinter of wood. Quivering from both fear and cold, his head and eyes moved, examining the shore.

Bodies, positioned in grotesque and brutal manors scatter about the pieces of what remained from the ship. Driftwood and cargo piled along the shoreline resembling bones, hinting at what was to become of the bodies. Red blood stained the sands. Final moans and screams of shrieking pain came through the screaming skull in the sky. Some bodies moved about on the shore, groping the sand, dragging along as if to reach help from somewhere else.

Suddenly, Jack heard himself scream with that pain. He collapsed against the sand as well, screaming toward the heavens. His stomach burned with a fire that would not cease. His eyes slowly reached the source of his excruciating pain. Sparrow blood was added to the mixture of the water by means of pouring from the slash in his belly and the breathing waves. Another splinter was shoved through his calf belonging to his right leg. What should have been brown wood was stained dark red through his leg and the gaping wound black with dripping blood.

Choking suddenly, Jack turned his head the side and coughed. Blood poured from his mouth. He felt the warm, salty liquid rise from his stomach and onto his tongue. He made note of the odd sensation of blood dripping from the corner of his parted lips. Inside, his hear thundered with the waves. Still, the waves in the distance were the most gorgeous sound to his ears. The rich warm brown of his eyes gazed at the remnants of the sun.

Once more, winds in the heavens shifted the clouds. Death's skull moved into the formation of a star, Polaris to be exact. Eight corners, four long and four short became of the sky. Rays of light from heaven shined on the beach. His eyes blurred, the world was becoming darker, yet the rays became brighter and more beautiful. They flickered. The light was calling his name. Jackie.

Jack felt himself being lifted. There was no pain to torture his soul. He was moving toward the flickering rays of the sky. Of course, the light from Heaven, he was being lifted toward that bright flickering light. A smile widened across his bloody lips. Slowly, his long, slender fingers reached for the beautiful light. His fingers covering the light, the light was no more and neither was his consciousness to the world.