A/N: This takes place shortly after AWE, Jack is adrift on his dingy and out of Rum:o So Jack is a little loopy. Not right in the head. "Nuts." And surrounded by peanuts. Review, por favor. Gracias.
Peanuts
Jack Sparrow, rather, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, was lying in his dinghy somewhere in the Caribbean. Now, Jack had been adrift for five days. He was very unhappy. Not only had he lost the Pearl (again), lost his opportunity to be immortal, and lost those sea turtles; he had gone without rum for four days. Four long days.
Captain Jack had minimal food…but no rum. He was staring at the sky, humming "A Pirate's Life For Me" holding moldy bread and a compass. His special compass.
"…and really bad—" Jack started, but suddenly, he was in a white expanse that seemed to go on forever.
"…eggs…" Still singing, or humming (whatever it is Jack does), he stood. "Well, this brings back rather unpleasant memories," he said. He was, of course, referring to his time in Davy Jones's Locker. It had not been too terribly fun.
His eyes suddenly rested on a small object.
"Peanut," he observed. He turned in the opposite direction, took six long steps, and WHAM! He hit a solid wall. After doing some exploration, he realized he was in a box. He turned again and froze. The first six inches of the floor were covered in peanuts.
"Hello…" he said to the little peanuts. He looked around some more, trying to figure out how such a phenomenon had occurred. He looked down again.
He was now up to his knees in peanuts. Then he started desperately attempting to get out. He punched and kicked the wall.
He was up to his hips in peanuts. Stabbed it with a sword; to no avail.
He was up to his stomach in peanuts. He threw peanuts at the wall.
Up to his chest in peanuts. Then, he pulled out his pistol and smiled. Surely this "room" wouldn't be able to withstand such a strong force and survive. He shot it.
But instead of a small, round bullet emitting from his pistol, peanuts shot out at the wall. Jack panicked, threw his arms up in the air and banged on the ceiling. The peanuts were too high. He had only two inches of space to breathe.
"Bloody peanuts!" he said as he was engulfed.
"AAAHHHH!" Jack shouted, sitting up. He was back on his dinghy. He flipped open his special compass to see where he needed to go…or, rather, wanted to go. The point spun. He looked down. A bottle was lying on the floor.
"Oh!" he said, lifting it. "Rum!"
Pulling open the bottle, he held it upside down over his mouth. But instead of delicious rum…peanuts, salty and disgusting, rained out, covering his dinghy.
"Oh, bloody…!" he said…right before he really awoke. It was really nighttime. He was on his real dinghy. He flipped open his real special compass. It really pointed eastward.
"No more moldy bread before bed," he said, chucking the bread in his hand.
So Captain Jack Sparrow went on to his final destination…the Fountain of Youth. And hoped to never encounter another bloody peanut for the rest of his days.
The End
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