Discalmer: Davy Jones' locker isn't mine...if it was, Jack would be stuck there forever, hahahaha! All I own in this story is the names of Jack's personalities...and some of the peanuts...
For the fourth time this day, Jack again began his futile search for water. "No water, no food, no wind...again..."
"Why of course there's no wind!" the personality that Jack had come to know as 'Blonde' said. "...Why is that?"
"We're in Davy Jones' locker!!!" Ticked yelled out. "Idiot..."
"And now I know why you're called blonde..." Jack mumbled.
"Peanut...? PEANUT!" the word rang out across the Locker.
All of the personalities that weren't on board climbed the ropes trying to get on there. Jack just watched as the fight started over the simple morsel of food. "That'll teach ya to keep your mouth shut!" he yelled out to the one who had first said 'peanut.' "Ohhh...so that's why I call you 'Blurty.' " Jack realized.
"Will we ever get out?!" Afraid screamed.
"Afraid not." Jack answered.
The find over the peanut had stopped abruptly as someone had dropped it overboard into the sand. Jack decided to go on board.
"Gentlemen!!! Back to work!" he hollered, but they were nowhere in sight.
Jack immediately sat down heavily. "I gotta got out of here..."
This is just a sampler to see if you guys like this story enough for me to post it on here...If you like it or not, say so in your review. Say if it's good enough to make a first chapter or not...