Marooned
Hands grabbed at the captain of the Black Pearl while he was snoozing on his cot.
"What is the meaning of this?" Captain Jack Sparrow asked. Back then, his mind was still quite intact.
"We won't be seeing you again Jack Sparrow," Barbossa said behind his ex-captain. The darkening sky and the flame from the torch illuminated his mangy old face in a menacing way. He looked like a man who knows a dangerous secret.
As a pirate almost true to the Code, he had made sure to giveSparrow one shot if he chooses to shoot himself with that old pistol, if he had enough sense to do it before the madness kills him.
"Bloody mutinous pirates," Jack muttered under his breath. He was standing on the plank of his beloved Black Pearl and his hands and feet were tied. He looked down and saw that there was a nasty storm coming his way. What a bloody great day to walk the plank and where in the seven seas is Bootstrap? Jack thought to himself.
"C'mon we've been waiting far too long. Throw him off. Throw him off!" one of the crewmembers started to chant.
At once the crew started to chant, "Throw 'em off!" Since Barbossa was the newly elected captain of the Black Pearl, he's notoneto disappointhis crew. He did what the crew said, shook the plank, and down went Jack with a surprise gasp into the dark water.
He quickly untied the badly knotted rope that trussed him and started to swim towards the little island as the storm grew closer and closer towards him.
He reached the sandy beach and yelled, "Give me back me ship!" He could still hear the cheering and laughter as they sailed away on his ship. He started to scream senselessly at the fleeing ship and he was almost blown off his feet as the first of the stormy winds came.