I sat in the sand and leaned against a palm tree. It was hot and I didn't know how many hours I was on this island. Sand, palm trees and water. This were the only things I could see.
It could be beautiful on this place. But I was alone. I was hungry and I was thirsty. And I didn't know whether somebody would save me. But I knew who brought me into this situation.
The only thing I felt was rage. At the man who left me on this island. The man who gave me only a pistol with one shot. A shot which I wasted. He wanted me to die here. Alone.
No. I wouldn't think on him now. But I couldn't lose the picture of him in my mind.
I remembered too well our past. How I met him the first time. How he ruined my life.
I wanted to hate him. I wanted to take revenge on him.
But I knew: I missed him. I missed the man who depraved me.
I still loved him. Captain Jack Sparrow.
