This one is written in first person...Else's point of view. Its hard, I think, writing in third all the time, when I never did...so, yeah. Here is the next installment of the trilogy

Prologue

I sat on the beach, looking out at he ocean.

"We are leaving tomorrow then?" Jack grunted in reply. The same day we had been marooned–actually, he had, I chose to accompany him–rum runners stole upon the island...a cache of some sort, and Jack, after heated debates, bartered our passage off the island, and they said in a few days time, we would leave.

"No need to bite my head off," I said scornfully, taking a sip of rum. I was feeling a slight buzz coming on, and wanted to slowly nurse it into drunkenness.

"I only grunted." Jack snapped.

"See?"

"Can you just...leave me alone, please?" I shot him a hurt look, then curled up my legs under me. I crawled inside myself, and when one of the rum runners came up to me, it took him a few moments until I finally realized he was talking.

"Miss?"

"Oh, sorry, yes?"

"We had to make due with what we got..so we are leaving today." I gave a small nod, and looked over to where Jack sat, and arm span away.

"You'll get it back," I muttered, standing up. "You always get what you want."

Neither of us knew exactly how long it would take, however.