Title: Scars

Rating: K+

Summary: Jack Sparrow is a weathered man, covered in marks that will be with him forever. A drabble about our favorite Captain Jack and the scars of time. Hints at Sparrabeth.

Jack leaned against the deck of the Black Pearl, staring out at the endless ocean, little waves crashing against the ship causing it to dip and bounce across the sea. He sighed, brushing a rough, tanned hand across the smooth, weathered wood. The Black pearl. His ship. He thought the words and felt himself swell with pride. He always had loved it. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't shiny and new like those of the King's navy…but it was special. It had its bumps and bruises, but it could be trusted for the most part.

When he thought about it, that ship was a little like him, wasn't it?

He lifted the sleeve of his shirt, to reveal the branded 'P' that had been there for so long. He could still hear the sizzle as it had been pressed to his wrist, feel the searing pain…And then there was that reddish mark. A permanent reminder of who he was and who he'd always be.

He moved the sleeve higher to reveal a long, jagged line. That one had been from another pirate's sword. Ah, the scars of battle. He smiled at the memory. He'd protected the Pearl. He'd let her go before, but it wouldn't happen again. No. He was Jack Sparrow, the captain of this ship. She was his.

His mind drifted to the whip marks on his back. The scars that had been dug into his flesh. His eyes darkened, along with his mood. That was when she walked across the deck, just downwind of him. She didn't seem to notice his presence, so he didn't acknowledge hers. Not aloud anyway.

His eyes traversed her smooth, golden skin. Her hair flowing in the sea breeze. Her hands resting on the ship, just as his were, as she stared out at the same ocean he had been staring at, apparently lost in thoughts…as he had been. She was beautiful, not nearly as bad off as he was…but she had scars too. He couldn't see them, doubt she had physical ones, but he could feel it. An air about her that she wasn't as perfect as she seemed, her life hadn't been as wonderful as it would appear.

With that, came a feel of comfort. Of ease, when around her. Jack felt it strange at first that he would have anything in common with such a beautiful young woman, rich and well to do. But slowly, he understood.

Everyone had scars. It just took some time to find them.

A/n: Okay, that was my first POTC fic ever. Well, I have a POTC/Lost crossover that you can find in my profile, but this was my first POTC only crossover. OMG I am soo excited about POTC 3 btw! Please, please review! I will love you forever if you do:D