Disclaimer: I still do not own anyone from the movie Pirates Of The
Caribbean. I also do not own the doxie Lauren. She owns herself. This story
plot isn't entirely mine. My pal, Holliwould, is a great help to me in just
about everything I do. Thanks a mil, Holliwould. You're a great pal.
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Chapter 2-
As if two times wasn't enough, Captain Jack Sparrow found himself once again stranded on his island. This was enough to drive Jack crazy. If Jack wasn't as brilliant as he was, he would have gone stock-raving mad the first time. Yes, I know it is said that Jack is already crazy, but no, they are mistaken. Genius can easily be confused with insanity.
"So this is your island," Will said as he looked around. Jack grunted in response. "It's exactly as I pictured it." Again Jack grunted. "Are you going to talk?"
"No."
"But you just did."
Jack didn't even dignify that with an answer. Just as the last time when he was stranded on this island with Miss Swann, he began to take those same big steps until he found the secret trap door. It was only after he had opened it and climbed down into the hole that he remembered that Elizabeth had burned everything on their last little adventure.
"DAMN THAT WOMAN TO HELL!!!" That was the last thing that Jack said all day.
Until the sun fell from the sky, Jack sat under a coconut tree, looking up into it's branches with a glare that could have set the leaves on fire. Will finally approached him.
"What are you doing," Will asked.
"Wait and you shall see," Jack said. So Will waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. So he gave up and looked down at Jack.
"What's going to hap--" Will was cut off in mid-sentence by a falling coconut to the head. (A/N: The coconut is named Holliwould)
"There, that's the ticket." Jack cracked the coconut in two and handed one to Will, who was still reeling from the hit on the head. (A/N: I'm sorry to all of you Orli fans who are really hating me for hitting your boytoy on the head so much. I have nothing against Orlando, don't get me wrong. Forgive me!)
Just as Jack raised the coconut to his lips, it was snatched away. Disgruntled, he looked up. And there was the monkey, Jack. He drank up the coconut milk then smiled cheekily at the pirate captain. It was bad enough that the "dead" crew of Barbosa had stranded him and Will on this island, but they had left them with the most annoying creature that they had ever encountered.
Jack started a fire and the three of them sat around, looking hungrily at everything in sight. After the coconut had been eaten, there was still nothing left on the island eat. So, there they were, staring at one another, all hungry.
"There has to be some sort of food to eat on this island," Will finally said. "Anything!"
"Well, it is perfectly clear what we have to do," Jack said, nodding knowingly.
"What?" Both Will and the monkey cocked their heads to the side in question.
"We're going to have to eat one of us. The question is, which one will go?"
Jack looked between the two of them. Of course Jack couldn't go. He was captain, afterall, and too smart to be eaten. Yes, he would come in handy in the future. Couldn't get rid of him just to satisfy their stomachs. Will was a good swordsman, clever, and strong. He was a good pirate, and brave, even if that bravery could be confused for stupidity. Then there was the monkey. He could be useful later on, if they were ever in need of a pick-pocket. But then again, his loyalties laid with Barbosa. Which one to go. . . The monkey pointed to Will. Jack grinned evilly at Will, sizing him up, and he chuckled so purely evil that Will was chilled to the bone. Will gulped loudly. Jack wouldn't really eat him, he assured himself. No, Jack wouldn't eat him. . .Would he?
5 M I N U T E S L A T E R
Sitting alone at a fire, roasting a good-sized slab of meat on a spit, was our favorite captain. He was mummbling to himself. How to cook this meat. . .There were lots of choices, all sounded well to his screaming stomach. Decisions, decisions.
But where was our beloved Will? Our handsome Will, who would be oh-so- wonderful in Jack's tummy. Could that be him on that slab? Believe me, readers, it is a possibility. I can be that cruel, even to teen heartthrobs like him.
Will strolled back to Jack's side with an armful of chopped wood and a sword. He dumped the wood onto the fire and sat.
"Looks good, Jack."
"Thank you, William. Never had monkey meat, but I'm sure it's wonderful."
"Is it about done?"
"Go ahead and try it." Jack ripped a piece of the meat off and handed it to Will. Will sunk his teeth in, chewed, and finally swallowed.
"Delicious."
"Bon apetite." They ate like wolves that night, even though what they were eating was a dirty little monkey.
E N D O F C H A P T E R 2
Chapter 2-
As if two times wasn't enough, Captain Jack Sparrow found himself once again stranded on his island. This was enough to drive Jack crazy. If Jack wasn't as brilliant as he was, he would have gone stock-raving mad the first time. Yes, I know it is said that Jack is already crazy, but no, they are mistaken. Genius can easily be confused with insanity.
"So this is your island," Will said as he looked around. Jack grunted in response. "It's exactly as I pictured it." Again Jack grunted. "Are you going to talk?"
"No."
"But you just did."
Jack didn't even dignify that with an answer. Just as the last time when he was stranded on this island with Miss Swann, he began to take those same big steps until he found the secret trap door. It was only after he had opened it and climbed down into the hole that he remembered that Elizabeth had burned everything on their last little adventure.
"DAMN THAT WOMAN TO HELL!!!" That was the last thing that Jack said all day.
Until the sun fell from the sky, Jack sat under a coconut tree, looking up into it's branches with a glare that could have set the leaves on fire. Will finally approached him.
"What are you doing," Will asked.
"Wait and you shall see," Jack said. So Will waited. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. So he gave up and looked down at Jack.
"What's going to hap--" Will was cut off in mid-sentence by a falling coconut to the head. (A/N: The coconut is named Holliwould)
"There, that's the ticket." Jack cracked the coconut in two and handed one to Will, who was still reeling from the hit on the head. (A/N: I'm sorry to all of you Orli fans who are really hating me for hitting your boytoy on the head so much. I have nothing against Orlando, don't get me wrong. Forgive me!)
Just as Jack raised the coconut to his lips, it was snatched away. Disgruntled, he looked up. And there was the monkey, Jack. He drank up the coconut milk then smiled cheekily at the pirate captain. It was bad enough that the "dead" crew of Barbosa had stranded him and Will on this island, but they had left them with the most annoying creature that they had ever encountered.
Jack started a fire and the three of them sat around, looking hungrily at everything in sight. After the coconut had been eaten, there was still nothing left on the island eat. So, there they were, staring at one another, all hungry.
"There has to be some sort of food to eat on this island," Will finally said. "Anything!"
"Well, it is perfectly clear what we have to do," Jack said, nodding knowingly.
"What?" Both Will and the monkey cocked their heads to the side in question.
"We're going to have to eat one of us. The question is, which one will go?"
Jack looked between the two of them. Of course Jack couldn't go. He was captain, afterall, and too smart to be eaten. Yes, he would come in handy in the future. Couldn't get rid of him just to satisfy their stomachs. Will was a good swordsman, clever, and strong. He was a good pirate, and brave, even if that bravery could be confused for stupidity. Then there was the monkey. He could be useful later on, if they were ever in need of a pick-pocket. But then again, his loyalties laid with Barbosa. Which one to go. . . The monkey pointed to Will. Jack grinned evilly at Will, sizing him up, and he chuckled so purely evil that Will was chilled to the bone. Will gulped loudly. Jack wouldn't really eat him, he assured himself. No, Jack wouldn't eat him. . .Would he?
5 M I N U T E S L A T E R
Sitting alone at a fire, roasting a good-sized slab of meat on a spit, was our favorite captain. He was mummbling to himself. How to cook this meat. . .There were lots of choices, all sounded well to his screaming stomach. Decisions, decisions.
But where was our beloved Will? Our handsome Will, who would be oh-so- wonderful in Jack's tummy. Could that be him on that slab? Believe me, readers, it is a possibility. I can be that cruel, even to teen heartthrobs like him.
Will strolled back to Jack's side with an armful of chopped wood and a sword. He dumped the wood onto the fire and sat.
"Looks good, Jack."
"Thank you, William. Never had monkey meat, but I'm sure it's wonderful."
"Is it about done?"
"Go ahead and try it." Jack ripped a piece of the meat off and handed it to Will. Will sunk his teeth in, chewed, and finally swallowed.
"Delicious."
"Bon apetite." They ate like wolves that night, even though what they were eating was a dirty little monkey.
E N D O F C H A P T E R 2