Splash! A drop of a rum from his rum bottle hit the rocky floor. Jack Sparrow - excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow - cursed lightly under his breath. "Why? Why is the rum always gone?" he asked to no one.
Capt. Jack was at World's End. More specifically, alone. After being eaten by the Kraken, you find yourself mighty lonely. Jack looked around at the water filled hole; a jagged, rocky ground surrounded by walls of water.
Jack threw the bottle at the wall of water, and it went straight through. Jack's face sunk slightly. "Not exactly what I intended…," he said aloud. He stood up, and swaggered. "Perhaps that's why the rum is gone…Eh, not my problem…Well, for now." He walked over to the wall in which his rum bottle went through, and stuck his hand through. Something was pulling lightly on his arm, and Jack fought with whatever it was. "Give me back me arm!" he yelled to the wall. Whatever it was that was hanging onto Jack, let go. "Thank you!" He grinned.
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"Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirates' life for me," Elizabeth Swann said under her breath. Searching for Jack Sparrow at World's End wasn't exactly the top thing on her agenda.