It was the perfect day to do nothing. The soft breeze blew Jack's hair as he sat on the small island with his crew. He watched his boat bob up and down in the surf. (He liked calling it a ship, but that's Jack for you.) It was a great day to relax and, as stated before, do absolutely nothing.

Everyone was pretty quiet. Even Constance, Jean's cat sister, didn't say anything (well, meow, but you get the point). They were all sitting in the sand with their backs to the small jungle on the deserted island.

Not a word. Just the waves crashing on the beach and the seagulls cawing overhead.

Yet of course, Jack has to break the silence. His stomach growled.

"Nice," Arabella said sarcastically and rolled her eyes. Jean added, "At least it wasn't me." Jean is notorious for having a big appetite, especially for such a small person.

"Hand me one of those biscuit things," Jack told Arabella.

"A what?" Arabella was confused.

"Oh, a whatchamacallit. Uh....."

Fitzwilliam raised an eyebrow. Jack stared off into space. Suddenly he snapped. "I got it! A hard tack! That's what it's called! Those disgusting little excuses for biscuits! Ya know!"

Arabella dug in her bag of food for the day. The only food was hard tack anyway, so Jack didn't have a choice when deciding to eat something. She pulled out a hard, round lump of bread- hard tack. Jack jumped up and grabbed it excitedly. Right as he was about to take a bite, a seagull swooped down and stole it. Jack bit his hand before he realized what happened. He swore. Arabella handed him another hard tack.

The same thing nearly happened- Jack barely moved the food fast enough.

Then the bird, well, pooped on him. That was the final straw. Furious, Jack stomped out to the middle of the beach.

"You stupid birds! You just ruined my day! I'll have your feathers plucked out alive, than I'll roast you!" A crazy smile lit up Jack's face. He continued. "Yeah, that's right! I'm talking to you, birdbrain! And that special one that stole my biscuit thing will be Constance's dinner! I mean worse than Chinese torture when I get you! And that's the truth!"

The next thing Jack saw wiped that crooked grin right off his face. The birds were coming to attack him.

Before he could do anything, he was surrounded. The seagulls pecked him and pulled on his hair. Jack hid his precious biscuit in his hands and ran to the water. He ran into the sea and then stopped to catch his breath.

The birds caught up with him. Jack ran in circles and tried to scare the gulls away. "A little help, please?" He yelled to his crew. He glanced at them. Arabella, Tumen and Jean were laughing hysterically. Constance and Fitz were stone-faced. None of them came to help.

Then Jack fell in the water. He scrambled to get up. The birds were pecking at the hard tack, so he stuffed it in his mouth. It was soggy and salty, but he had no choice. Jack ran back to the beach. He fell again- flat on his face. Sand got in his eyes and mouth. He got up again and ran down the beach.

Then he started choking on the hard tack. He gagged and put his hands around his throat, running up to the crew. They weren't paying attention. Jack paused and eventually spat out the hard tack. He collapsed to the ground and closed his eyes. The birds had won. One took the hard tack and flew away, cawing at Jack.

The captain sat up and looked at Tumen. "Why do birds hate me?" He asked. The mayan boy shrugged and said, "They just do." "All animals hate you, apparently," Arabella added. Constance hissed in agreement.