Chapter 1: Marooned

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Jack Sparrow watched The Black Pearl sail away abandoning him on this god-forsaken spit of land. Jack heaved a heavy sigh and turned around to take a good look at his island. There wasn't much there save for the numerous amounts of palm trees.

"Damn you Barbosa. Aye this bullet shan't be used on me. It'll be bloody well saved for ye. And that's a promise." Jack said the oath as he gave one last look at The Pearl before she was lost to sight. It was an oath he was sure to keep. He turned on his heel and walked off into the trees.

"Oy there me ole messmate. Must be tiren ter steer the ship all the time? Why not let yer first mate take the tiller fer a few days?" Jack Sparrow was mocking Barbosa as he made his way through the trees. "I'll tellye bally well why not! Yer a bloody mutineer that's why!! But of course I didn't know that at the time now did I?" yelled Jack. Since there was no one to hear him he was yelling at the sea where he last saw The Pearl. It was beginning to get dark so he made a quick shelter, under a tree, made of driftwood and fallen palm tree leaves. It wasn't the best but it would do.

There was still a few minutes of daylight left, so Jack walked around collecting coconuts for a food supply. He bent down to pick up a coconut. Still bent down he took a step towards another coconut but his foot caught on something and he fell flat faced and sprawled out on the ground. A hollow sound greeting his body when he hit the sand.

"Aww, bloody hell. Damned driftwood. It's all over the place. Makes one's walking ground uneven," Jack mumbled as he got up recollecting his coconuts. He stopped what he was doing when a thought struck him, "Hold on a tick. Ground ain't supposed to be bloody hollow." He jumped up and down on what he thought to be ground. Every time his feet hit the ground he could hear a dull hollow sound. Jack searched the ground and found that his foot had in fact caught on a hidden door. He lifted the door and the sand that was covering it fell off around the sides as he walked down into a storage room.

"Rum!! I love rum!" Shouted Jack as he took in the vast amounts of it surrounding him. "Haharr, things have improved slightly." Jack said with a huge smile. He went around sampling the different types of rum. When he found a select few that he favored he made sure that there was not a drop left of the fluid. He finished the contents of his bottle and fell into a drunken unconsciousness.

A/N: wow this is a bloody short chapter. That's a real short chapter. Sorry bout that. Well tell me if you think I should continue or not. Thankee kindly.