Uploaded March 2009 | Updated September 2026, 2 days ago

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x3 This idea popped into my head, halfway through an exam. xD It's not sooooo good, considering it was a maths paper, but whatever. I needed something to make whilst my brain is dying from test exposure, so here's the result. You might see another video this week; I have more exams coming up. T-T
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There's a story, if you can be bothered reading it. If not, I'll surmise at the bottom.
Aerith, ever since she was a little girl, could see the dead people. It never frightened her- to her, it was natural, but her parents were terrified, so she went to live with her aunt, Lulu. (The voice at the start.) Lulu taught Aerith how to be able to converse with the spirits she saw, how to help them move on. They needed to be guided; since, otherwise, they might never face their fate, might never accept their death and move beyond, into the Lifestream circling the planet.
When she was nineteen, Aerith was in her aunt's church, hidden in the slums beneath the city, where all the spirits of the dead first found themselves after their demise. She clasped her hands together in prayer, knowing, /feeling/ that someone was about to appear.
But this spirit was different. She felt something wrench at her gut, and gasped, as she saw his last few seconds. He had been a handsome, cocky, and eccentric-looking young man, sword fighting an old enemy to the death. The sense of foreboding in her heart was collasal as he turned to look at a friend watching from the shadows, heard him try to say something. Distracted, the man was unable to stop the blade plunging through his heart. Try as she might, Aerith couldn't look away, couldn't stop herself seeing anything like she usually could. The man's ally, who, when he stepped into the moonlight, was just a boy, a boy of around fifteen with terrified, bright blue eyes. "JACK!!!" He cried out, running towards the dying man.
His killer laughed, turning to run away, dropping the sword as Jack fell. "You're a fool, Jack Sparrow." he declared, leaving the cave.
Aerith and the young boy saw the light start to fade from Jack's eyes, as they slid shut.
The man fell with a crash into the seats nearest the altar, and, as Aerith ran to him, lifted his head, clearly dazed. "Helll-llloooooooooooooo!" Aerith called, smiling slightly at his disheveled appearence. The past was the past, she told herself.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." he slurred, blinking in the harsh light streaming through the church's windows.
"I'm Aerith." She smiled, at turned away, pointing at the hole he had somehow managed to make in her roof. "You fell from the sky."
She turned, to see him glaring, shouting at her, angered. He knew what had happened... He knew he was dead. She kept talking, reassuring him, telling him everything would be okay eventually, he could go to the Lifestream...
Jack calmed, and looked slightly embarrased at being so rude to her. He apologised.
And Aerith shook her head, telling him he didn't have to.
Months passed, and Jack still didn't fade. He wouldn't leave her on her own, he decided. He took Aerith onto his ship, able to control it because, somehow, when he was with her... He felt alive again, felt much more than a spirit. And they adventured together... he, taking the burden of the dead spirits off of Aerith's shoulders, and setting her free.
Jack Sparrow... perhaps he was more than just a ghost.

SUMMARY: Aerith sees spirits, and is given the job of sending them to the Lifestream. Jack is a spirit, has horrible death, wakes up in her church. They become friends, even though Jack is dead, and they both know it.
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