A young woman sighed as she stared out at the wide blue Caribbean Sea. Her hazel eyes looked around, in hope of finding a ship. Or anything for that matter. The air was hot, and the cool breeze felt good on her tanned face, her tangled light brown hair swaying gently in the wind, as did her baggy cream shirt. She stood up; kicking off her black boots and rolling up her pants to her knees, she went for a walk in the tide.
Jack groaned as he hit the base of a palm tree. He opened a chocolate brown, kohl rimmed eye and looked around.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" Then he remembered. He was Jack Sparrow. Correction. Captain Jack Sparrow. And he was on the same Godforsaken island that Barbossa had marooned him on twice before. Just one thing was bothering him. Who was the girl walking on the beach? "Kim..."
Kim paused in the water and looked over her shoulder at Jack. Slowly retreating from the water, she stopped long enough to grab two bottles of rum and went to join Jack, handing him one of the bottles of the amber drink.
"Thank ye lass." Jack took the bottle with a smirk and removing the cork, drained half the bottle within seconds. Kim smiled and shook her head. She couldn't believe a man could be that attached to rum. Jack took the bottle away from his lips and looked at Kim. "Care to tell me how we ended up on this bloody little island?"
Kim shrugged and looked out at the rolling waves. "Let's see. I was marooned and you were spat up by God knows what. "Does that help?"
Jack sighed. "Hardly love. And it was the Kraken."
Kim raised an eyebrow. "The Kraken? You mean Davy Jones's little thing?" Jack smirked on Kim's comment. She obviously hadn't seen the Kraken before.
"I'll have you know love, that thing isn't little at all. And aye, it was the Kraken who, let's put it your way, spat me up. But enough about me. You were marooned?"
Kim sighed and nodded. "Yes, I was marooned. By my crew. Apparently a woman isn't fit to be a captain."
Jack nodded. He knew exactly how she felt. Except for the girl part. "So, if you were captain where's your hat?"
"Never had a hat. By the way, this is yours." Kim handed Jack his famous tri-corned hat. Jack smiled and taking his hat brushed the sand off it before replacing it atop of his head.
"Thank you lass. I missed this hat." Jack looked at Kim, who was lost in thought as she stared at the ocean again. "Everything alright love?"
Kim snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Jack. "What? Oh, I'm fine. Just thinking of a friend"
Jack nodded. "And what might be the name of this friend?"
Kim sighed. "Will. Will Turner."