CAST AWAY: Part 1

The Caribbean sun shone brightly upon the white sands of the small island, which Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann were marooned on a few years ago.

As the turquoise waters of the sea washed over the glimmering sands of the island, a shining Pieces of Eight was left behind when the water pulled away. A moment later, the water came again to wash it either away, or further onto the beach, a white hand snaked out and landed upon the coin, digging his fingers into the sand as he clutched onto the coin in a tight fist.

The man which the hand and coin belonged to, lifted his head from the water to see if he had really grasped the coin. Recognizably, this man was Lord Cutler Beckett. His wig was a drenched, lopsided disaster, which pitifully slid from his head and plopped onto the wet sand.

He struggled to move, but his legs were completely wrapped with his EITC flag, which he had landed on when the Endeavor was blasted to bits when he made his best effort of suicide. Unfortunately, he survived...barely.

Groaning as he rolled over and sat up, he attempted to unwrap himself from his infamous flag, and toss it aside. After another moment of catching his breath, he struggled to his feet, scooped up his destroyed wig, and slowly trudged towards a group of palm trees, which appeared like a welcoming shade from the scorching sun.

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Four Hours Later:

Cutler sat cross-legged beneath a palm tree, picking bits of dirt and such from his wig. He had stripped off his coat, waistcoat, and boots during his first hours on that island, and managed to endure the taste of salt water, since his thirst was getting the best of him. Feeling slightly better, he settled beneath a tree to repair his wig in order to ease his oncoming boredom.

"Disgusting!" he spat angrily. "Bloody pirates! Damn Davy Jones! Damn Jack Sparrow! Damn everything!"

As he muttered his plans of revenge to himself, he made do to use his fingers as a comb for his wig, and bits of stick to pin the curls back in place.

"When I find him," he muttered. "I will kill him, and I will deliver the most excruciating pain he would ever endure! Jack Sparrow will pay for everything he has done to me. He will never forget the day I will capture him. He will suffer like no being has ever suffered- OW!" Apparently, while he was speaking, the wind had picked up, and some of the coconuts from the palm tree he sat beneath broke loose. Cutler rubbed the sore goose egg on his head as he looked around with an infuriated look upon his face. His eyes rested on his assaulter - a big, hairy, oval-shaped coconut, laying in the sand a few feet away from him.

Angrily, Cutler jumped to his feet. "How dare you attack me!" he screamed, marching up to the coconut, and landing the strongest kick he could muster upon it, sending it another few feet away from him. Alas, he wore only his stockings when he did kick the coconut, and he hollered out in pain as he hopped about, clutching onto his injured foot. "You bastard!"

He stomped towards that coconut again, not allowing his fury to die down until he was satisfied. "Now you will regret the day you've attacked me twice!" He grabbed up the coconut, and began to furiously pull the hairy shell from the nut. "Take that, and that, and that..."

Cutler was taken by surprise to find another, smaller, rounder nut within its hairy, oval shell. He decided to forget his anger, and he turned the nut over and over in his hands, examining every inch of it. He stopped upon noticing the three little holes on the side.

The holes looked more like two eyes and a mouth to him. An amused smile curled slightly one side of his face.

"It looks like we've had a rather rough meeting here, hasn't it?" Cutler quietly and calmly spoke to the coconut. "I apologize."

With that, he tucked his new friend under his arm, and headed back to his group of palm trees to resume the repair of his wig.