Jack looked around the barren ground. In front of him was sand. To his right was sand. To his left was sand and a rum bottle. Behind him- "A rum bottle?" he thought.
Curious, he crept his way over to the bottle. But with each step closer it became smaller. He stopped, seeing that by the time he got to it it'd be too small to see. Jack stood up straight and thought for a moment. When he looked back at the bottle it was gone. Disappointed, Jack turned to go back to sit. But where he had just been sitting, there was a bottle.
"Good rum. Good rum" he cooed to the lifeless bottle, hoping it would help. "It's only Jack. I only want a sip!" He took a step and to his surprise the bottle didn't shrink. "That's it. Stay here. Just a sip… or two." He took another step. Then he pounced on it. After landing in the dry sand Jack looked at his empty hands and screamed "Bugger!"
The hot sun beat down on him. Everything was so… dry. There wasn't a drop of water in site. Jack was thirsty but he didn't need water. After all, he couldn't die.
Jack laid down flat on his back and panted in the hot sun. He had given up. But in the corner of his eye he could see the very slight outline of something. He licked his lips. The one thing he wanted right now was rum. So when he rolled over to see a bottle, he wasn't surprised.
Knowing this was his torture; he wasn't going to let it get to him this time. Jack walked carelessly over to the bottle. It didn't shrink or disappear. He kept walking until the bottle was at his feet. A smile came over Jack's face as he stared down at the bottle. "Finally" he smirked and reached for the bottle. Jack shook the bottle and a tinted liquid splashed all around the inside. He popped open the top and started to chug it. But when he put it to his mouth, nothing came out.
Jack just smiled like he expected this. "The rum is gone" he said almost laughing. "The rum is gone!" This time he was still smiling but no longer laughing. "The rum is gone!!!" Jack yelled and smashed the bottle.
"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!" He mumbled under his breathe as he started to walk away. He kept walking. There was nothing else to do. Jack glanced back at the smashed rum bottle and when he turned around Elizabeth was standing in front of him.
"Elizabeth! What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Everything you said. Every word was a lie!" she yelled at him just like before. Jack was left very dumfounded by this.
"What?" he asked. But as he took another step towards her she faded away.
"Elizabeth?" he called.
"I've had it!" Elizabeth was now about twenty feet to his right. "I've had it with wobbly legged, rum soaked, pirates!"
"Oh bugger." Jack said. He rolled his eyes and kept walking. But only after a few steps Elizabeth cut him off.
"One: because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels! Two: that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you think there is even the slightest chance they won't see it?"
"Shut it!" Jack yelled and walked around her. This time she didn't come back. He continued to walk. He had no destination; there was nothing in site. There was nothing to walk from, nothing to walk to, nothing but endless sand and a blazing sun.
Jack had walked for what seemed like hours. Finally, he fell into the hot sand. Sweat dripped down his forehead. His breathing increased. What he would have done for a just the smell of the sea!
From behind him a voice spoke. "Jack Sparrow," It was Davy Jones now. "Not again!" Jack shouted.
"Have you had enough of this torment?" Jones asked. Jack tried to regain his confidence.
"Your heartless" Jack said as if to be complimenting him. Davy got in his face.
"Tell me where it is!"
"What's in it for me?" Jack asked, hoping for a bargain.
"Your life. You tell me where my heart is; I bring you back to life. What say you to that? Hm Sparrow?" Jones proposed. Jack thought for a second. He didn't know where Davy Jones's heart was. But Davy didn't have to know that.
"Sounds good. Do we have an accord?" Jack stuck his hand out to Davy's tentacle. He cringed at the thought of holding the slimy "hand".
"Agreed." Jones said and shook his hand. "Now where is my heart?" he asked. Jack thought for a second. He wasn't really sure if he was really thinking or if he was leaving a dramatic pause. But either way he did it and
"William Turner" Jack replied. Davy gasped.
"But he's dead!"
"That's not my part of the deal" Jack fired back. Davy snorted. He may be the devil but he kept to his word.
"Your time here is done." He said and walked off slowly fading. Jack smiled and turned around. In front of him was Elizabeth.
"Oh" was all he said, not expecting her. She was wearing the same clothes that she did when they battled the Kraken. Her hair was tangled and her face was dirty.
"You came back." She said. Jack knew where this was going. And he wasn't about to stop it.
"I always knew you were a good man." She looked at him. And then leaned in for the kiss.