Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own anything… Not even anything remotely to do with pirates of the Caribbean (And if I did, I wouldn't share it) so please don't sue me…I'm not worthy!
A/N: Um . . . *Looks blankly at sky* . . . this is just a bit of fun so read and review nicely . . . *Gets on knees and clasps hands together in praying position, like Jack o' course* Pleeeeaasseeeeee!
Chapter 4: Rum and Mish Mush Brains
"Take what you can, Give nothing back"
Jack lay on the warm, sun-drenched beach, a clammy breeze passing over his motionless body. He swayed in and out of consciousness, opening his eyes only briefly. After Jack had passed out the night before, not much happened, obviously with it being a deserted island and all.
Jack turned in the warm sand; the heat was slowly starting to sting his face
"Ugh! Bloody sand!" Jack leapt up, then the events (and amount of alcohol he consumed) of the previous night crept up on him, he staggered slightly before falling back onto the sand, defending his eyes from the sun, illuminating the white sandy beaches. Jack looked around him at the 2 bottles of empty rum, and then at the bottle that was still half full
"Well, that would explain it . . ." retorted Jack to himself, rubbing his head, and clambering over to the bottle, still half full; he grasped the neck of the bottle, raised it into the sky
" . . . Welcome to the Caribbean!" and with that he knocked back the last of the bottle "Ah . . . luvvvly!"
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Jack unfastened his shirt and threw it down next to him, revealing his brown tanned torso.
*Jacks Pirate Princess = ok ok stop it now! *
He laid down and shut his eyes. The sun heated up his skin and the air passed over him, clammy and oppressive. Jack let out a long sigh
*Jacks Pirate Princess= I said stop! *
"We're devils we're black sheep we're really bad eggs
Drink up me hearties yo ho," he chanted to himself, laughing merrily. Jack lay his head back into the sand; he closed his eyes, letting his mind replay the events of the previous day. Various images of Barbosa and his fellow mutineers flashed through his mind. He fumbled around his waist searching for his pistol. Fingering the warm metal plates of the pistol, he opened his eyes and swore to himself to only use that one shot on his most mutinous mate, Barbosa (Well, unless he really needed to kill someone else Savvy?)
Jack raised himself slowly up from the sand *head rush*
"Ugh" Jack moaned to himself, massaging the temples of his head. He started tottering over to where he'd found the rum the night before. For some random reason his mother flashed into his thoughts 'you'll never change, you Jack.' He laughed to himself mischievously, revealing his set of white and gold teeth
"But why should I eh? I luvv me" he retorted to himself
(Will looks at Jack raising one eyebrow "you answered back to your own thought?"
Jack shoots a defensive glance at Will "as I've already said . . . there was no one else to BLOODY talk to was there! *Tut*")
He reached the tree he'd kicked the night before, then looked around and saw the lid to the 'hidden' cellar of rum
"No idea why someone has left this here . . . Ah, yes, that would be why . . . Deserted Island!" he told himself sarcastically.
(It hadn't yet clicked in his Mish mush brain that someone must go to the island to get the rum and to put it there.)
Clambering back out of the cellar, with another bottle of rum, he walked off into the direction of the trees to investigate some more.
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Reaching the point where he'd been last night, before he kicked the tree! He looked back out; there was still no sign of the Pearl, or any other boat actually, just the same water that was there the day before, stretching out for miles, endless, endless miles and miles and miles of it
"Snap out of it Jack! Come on" He carried on, trying not to consider the amount of time he'd be spending on that godforsaken island. Walking on a little way, down to the sandy beach, he sat down playing with the sand in his hands, throwing it around carelessly. He was on the other side of the island now, looking out to the sea which stretched as far out as he could see
"Nice view, although I'd rath'r be out there than stuck on this here island" grumbling to himself he lifted himself off the sand and retreated back to where he'd slept the night before.
A/N: Ok, that was a bit short, but Jack, the poor lil' darling, is on an island all by himself, so there's not really much that I could think of doing, well, apart from making him talk to himself, which I find amusing, so I'm not bothered what anyone else thinks.
Anywho's I don't know if I can wait till 1st December for DVD to come out! *Counts on fingers* No it's still definitely too far away!
Jack smashes empty rum bottle on his princesses head "Now I shall take over *rubs hands together mischievously* hehehe"
OK, I don't know why I'm rambling . . . Going now, Bye *Waves*
*LadySnake is dictating to JacksPiratePrincess, Jack comes up behind both and smashes them over the heads with empty rum bottles* "Now they're gone! *evil laugh*"