Disclaimer: I own nothing! So don't sue me cos I haven't got anything, and I DO NOT own PoTC, at all . . . Al right all right, don't bloody rub it in people!

A/N: I've been to see Pirates again! (Only the 4th time though!) *Sobs* but it's the last time cos it's coming out of the cinema now! L I can't work out if that's good or bad *thinks* um . . . I'm getting withdrawal symptoms! But I borrowed the Pirates soundtrack off LadySnake its sooooo good! I have to get it for Christmas! *Runs to mum . . . Mummmmmyyyyyyy . . .*

Chapter 3: Marooned

Cold, Salty seawater splashed around Jacks face, slowly bringing him out of a deep sleep. The sun was beating down on him, warming his dark, tanned face.

He was glad that he'd been wakened. He was having a horrible dream that he had been mutinied against, and had been marooned on the tiniest spit of land ever thinkable by his crew, with no means of escape . . . at all.

Jack sat up and looked at his surroundings, realising that they weren't what he'd expected to see at the time

"That's funny," He thought aloud.

The events of the previous day came back to him, he looked out to the horizon with resentment; pictures replayed themselves in his head of the Pearl, sailing away into the distance, being captained by his most mutinous crew member, Barbosa. Jack rose from the sand and wadded a little way into the water; it lapped up around his knees. He stopped and stood there for a few moments, contemplating his miss-fortunes. Bending down, he picked up a stone, which was lying randomly placed amongst the vast lengths of sand, and threw it as far as he could. It landed just a few feet in front of him

"Bloody Pirates" he shouted out, to no one in particular.

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Jack sat back on the beach looking around him; there was no sign of any inhabitants to be seen

"Well" He thought to himself for a while. Talking to himself, sure first sign of madness.

(Well there was no one else to talk too was there!)

Jack lay down on the warm, soft sand, putting his hands behind his head and looking up towards the blue sky

" . . . They could have left me some entertainment . . . company of a female preferably." Jack smiled to himself and closed his eyes, slipping back into a nice dream.

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"Could use this" Jack threw a large palm tree leaf into the little pile he'd been collecting for a fire and what not, he picked up a large piece of wood

"Ah, perfect"

And he threw that onto the pile as well. It was drawing towards the evening, around 3 o'clock he guessed, so Jack thought he had better somehow make a fire. It was rather hot for an afternoon and Jack, being in full pirate gear still, was feeling it. A few drops of sweat had started to form on his forehead, a couple starting to move slowly down his face. Jack stopped looking on the floor for wood and leaves and stood up straight, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

*JacksPiratePrincess sighs . . . Mmm . . . *

He turned and looked at his assortment of leaves and wood

"That should do it" With that he gathered up the pile he'd collected and took it back to where he'd planned to stay, for now.

 (Well I could have been there for 3 months, and I weren't gonna let Barbosa get away with stealing me ship now. Savvy?)

Jack threw the wood and leaves down onto the sand. He looked back out to the sea, hoping to set eyes on the black sails of the Pearl, but nothing could be seen, at all . . . for miles.

He turned back round to look at the land behind him, mostly palm trees, dotted about some packed densely, others scattered nearer the shore. Jack walked a little way up towards them to look further onto the land.

When he reached the top, not much could be seen, only water . . . a lot of water!

"Fan . . . Bloody . . . Tastic!" With that he turned around and kicked the nearest thing to him, a large palm tree, out of anger and frustration. Immediately after doing this Jack started hopping around idiotically grabbing his right toe, screaming out in pain

"You stupid . . . stupid . . . Tree!?"

Jack looked quizzically at the tree, before losing his balance and falling onto the sand, rocking backwards and forwards, cursing himself

"Ow, ow, ow . . . Owwww . . ."

After he'd finished whimpering to himself Jack looked back up at the tree. Slowly he got up and knocked the tree again hard, this time with the back of his hand to avoid any unnecessary pain, the sound resounded slightly

"That's interesting . . ." Jack put his ear to the tree and knocked again. Then he took a step back and looked at the tree. Seeing nothing, out of the ordinary, that caught his eye he turned around and looked at the sand

"What's that I wonder" Jack walked over to a large depression in the sand. He stooped down; resting on his knees and ran his fingers through the fine, warm sand

"What?"

Tracing the outline of a large square shape in the sand, he fingered a thick piece of rope and tugged on the rope

"I wonder what  . . ." With that Jack pulled up a large trap door, hidden under a thin layer of sand, which exposed a small staircase

"Well, well, well . . ." Jack rubbed his hands together victoriously and bending backwards slightly, so he could fit through the small opening, made his way down the small narrow staircase.

When he reached the bottom, which was pretty dark, with the exception of the fading light streaming in from outside, there was the strong smell of . . .

"Mmm . . . RUM!"

(*Jack laughs fondly at the memory* Will butting in "What is it with pirates and bloody rum!"

  "You eunuchs wouldn't really know" Jack answers wittily)

Jack fumbled around in the dark cellar searching for what he thought he'd smelt, until he came across several large crates

"Ah now here ya are, ye be hidin' from Jack eh?" He chuckled to himself and attempted to haul up the wooden crate

"Ahh . . . that's a bit heavy" He stood and thought to himself for a while. Scrambling up the stairs Jack walked back to where he'd left the pile of wood and picked out a strong, thick piece

"That should do it" Jack went back over to the cellar and found the crates again, then, placing the piece of wood in the gap between the crate and its lid, he gradually prised it off. Then searching until he found the neck of a bottle he lifted it out and clambered up the stairs again.

"Thank you . . . Its nice to know someone out there is looking after us scallywags" he clasped his hands together looking up at the darkening sky and falling back down to the sand, he settled him self down and looked at the bottle before flicking off the cork and downing half of its contents. Pulling the bottle from his lips he wiped his mouth dry

"That's an improve . . .*Hiccup* . . . ment on the situation" Jack lay down on the sand, looking up at the sky, couple of stars were now appearing

"Right . . ." He got up, picking the 2 bottles of rum he found up, then put down the cover to the cellar. Standing back he memorised the area and made his way back to his pile of wood.

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With a fire now roaring, the sky full of bright, twinkling stars . . . and Jack stumbling around singly merrily to himself, with 2 new bottles of Rum, and 2 empty bottles sitting somewhere on the beach

" . . . And I'll be back, I will . . . *Pauses* I will! Savvy!" Jack hollered out to the sea ". . . Aha ha!" He stumbled backwards falling onto the sand unconscious.

A/N: wow I just found out how to make it italic! I'm sooooo happy! AND I've just found out that PoTC DVD is going to be out on 1st December . . . How good! this day couldn't get any better!