Look, I'm sorry, but today (and I promise it's only today) you're going to have to make do with a short chapter, guys. Sorry. :( It's just today, I really don't have the energy to write more. I'm sorry. I really am. :((
Gibbs squinted into the rain, trying to see the direction they were going in. He couldn't. Thank god they had Jack's compass. That was the only way he could be sure that they weren't about to smash into a rock or something. The storm was absolutely terrible. It was rare that storms as big as this came along, although rain wasn't entirely uncommon, and you always had to be on the lookout for the occasional flurry of wind and rain. But nothing like this. This was almost as bad, if not as bad, as the storm that Calypso created a few months ago. The compass wavered a bit at that moment, and he adjusted course to be in line with it.
Jack decided that although he wasn't an iceberg, tonight could quite easily change that. He started to move towards the rum crate. His legs complained, but his mind was firm. Rum was more important.
Angelica stared into the distance sulkily. I hate storms!, she thought, they last to long and they're very inconvenient and very scary. Suddenly an extra strong gust of wind blew her hat off (she had found it bobbing in the sea a few days ago) and she turned round angrily to retrieve it. As she was turned round the whole island was bathed in blinding white light; an absolutely huge lightning flash. She closed her eyes to block out the light, and braced herself for what was coming next. What did come next was not thunder, but an eery creaking sound, and a smell of burning. She stood up and turned round. The tree directly in front of her was falling, very slowly, straight towards her. She screamed.
Jack heard Angelica's scream, but he didn't turn round. Just another thunder bolt. But there was an edge of terror in her voice which hadn't been there before. He suspected that she was probably scared of thunder and lightning more out of habit than anything else. He turned round. He couldn't see anything... nothing except... "No!" He started running towards the woods, dropping the bottle of rum which he had retrieved, which hit the wet sand with a dull thud.
Jack broke through the trees and started running towards the direction that he thought the scream had come from. "Angelica!" he called. Nobody answered. Eventually he broke through some trees and arrived at the clearing that she'd been before. Angelica was standing in the middle of the clearing, quite obviously in shock, watching as the tree fell towards her. "Angelica, MOVE!" Jack shouted. She didn't even flinch. "MOVE. NOW." he tried again. No response. "IF YOU DON'T MOVE RIGHT NOW..." The tree was getting closer to her, and she wasn't even TRYING to get away. He sighed. Plan B put into action. Jack flung himself at Angelica, pushing her out of the path of the tree. They landed on the other side, none too soon because at that moment the tree fell to the ground with a deafening crash, sending tremors all the way across the island. He rolled over and sat up. "Most of the time it's not a very good idea to stand under a tree while it's falling towards you..." Jack said, his voice layered with sarcasm.