On the other side of the island, Jack and Elizabeth were having a rather strange experience of their own. As Jack held her tightly, kissing and romancing her, Elizabeth saw a beautiful, bright star which she didn't remember seeing before. And since she had been at sea for months, she knew the stars very well.
"Jack?" "Um-hmm?" "Look at that star! It's too big." He looked. "Don't worry luv, it's jus' the rum making us see that star bigger." But, Jack, it's getting bigger!"
Sure enough, the star got bigger and bigger, then crashed in the sand, only a few yards away from them. Elizabeth screamed and Jack looked confused. The object that had landed was no star, it was metal, and big enough for people to fit inside. There was fire shooting out from it in several places. Suddenly, a ramp fell down from the side, and a man walked down. He had light brown hair and beard and wore a beige cloak. Behind him came a young man with curly hair and a scar crossing one eye. He wore a long black cape. He looked mildly amused with something.
"Well Anakin," said the older one, "that was quite a good landing compared with some!" The young man did not laugh, but a small mischievous smile crossed his face. "I'm sorry you don't like flying master."
"Ahem!" Jack stood up and swaggered drunkenly. The two men turned, and, seeing Jack, looked equally amused and disgusted.
"So, there's drunks on this planet too." commented the older man. " I am not a drunk! I jus' happen ta' be drunk at this par-tic-tic-ular mommmenth!" "But, Jack, you're' always drunk." Elizabeth inserted helpfully.
Jack looked annoyed and proceeded to drink all the rum left in his bottle in one gulp, then passed out in the sand. Elizabeth stared blankly at him for a moment, then turned back to her own bottle, completely ignoring the bemused strangers. (She thought the were drunken hallucinations and would go away if she pretended they weren't there.)