"Take what you can, Give nothing back"
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A/N: JacksPiratePrincess=*Glares at LadySnake* Why are you taking the Pee outta me word????? *Innocent look* It's such a cool word . . . Anywhos!
LadySnake=*raises an eyebrow* I refuse to answer that.
Anywhos onto the story
*Jack laughs humbly to himself in corner, with bottle o' rum in his hand*
Chapter 5: Rescued?
Jack lay on the white sandy beach, drenched in the suns warm rays. It was about 10 o' clock when he finally decided he would come round from his dreamless sleep and fix himself some breakfast from the rapidly running out supply in the cellar. He rose from the sand, pushing himself up with both of his hands. Jack stood, looking out on the vast length of water that lay around him. The sea was a deep blue and the sun reflected on to it, making it appear crystallised. Jack sighed deeply
"Wha' I would give ter be out there", with that he turned on his heels and made his way to the cellar to get some food.
After Jack had had something to eat he walked around the island, looking for some inspiration for another ingenious escape plan. Once he'd walked the length of the island he threw himself down on to the sand screaming and cursing himself
"Stupid fool Jack" he slapped himself on the head, hard "Ne'er trust a bloody pirate, 'specially one named Bar-bloody-bosa!"
Jack got up again and started to kick the sand around in his sudden burst of frustration, he fell to his knees. Looking up at the sky and clasping his hands together he shouted
"Gi' me somethin' . . . Please!"
Jack sat himself back down on the sand studying the horizon
"Wha' is that?"
A cluster of murky, heavy clouds rested upon the sea, blocking out Jacks view of the horizon. They rose up like dark impending towers, contrasting against the dazzling blue sky, rising from the dark, alluring seas. Jack rubbed the palms of his hands together contentedly
"Well, well, well, looks like a little storm is headed this way" Jack looked up again at the blue skies that remained above the island "thank ye, finally." Jack got up and walked back to the remains of his fire laughing merrily to himself, and mumbling something about black sheep and really bad eggs.
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Jack was standing, looking out through narrowed eyes over the sea, now sinister and violent. Rain lashed down on to the island, stinging Jacks eyes (Hence them being narrowed). He swayed slightly with the rhythm of the wind and sea. Taking a step back Jack placed himself down on the sand next to the swiftly fading fire. The irate waves of the sea crashed up around the island spraying Jack and leaving the taste of sea salt on his lips. Jack was smiling serenely to himself, although disarray encircled him, although deep in his mind he wished he could be part of the storm, him and his ship sailing the water as one.
Another wave crashed up on to the island, causing one of the palm trees to sway dramatically against the waves force, leaving it contorted. The white horses contrasted alongside the darkness of the sea, almost making them seem luminous. Jack looked around yet again as another crash was heard further along the shore. But as Jack looked along the coast something peculiar caught his eye, drawing towards the island
"Wha' in the name of piracy is that?"
Jack sat up a little straighter, trying to get a better look at the approaching object. What Jack perceived as being a white set of sails, were drawing close to the island. Jack rubbed his eyes and blinked, checking he wasn't envisaging some sort of his personal yearning. But the set of sails were still there. Jack sat thoughtful, stroking his braided beard for a while
"Maybe this is my ride out of 'ere" he mused to himself "but who would ever want to come to this godforsaken island?"
A thought quickly passed through Jacks mind 'What if it's the bloody Navy? Bartering a ride with them will be like resigning meself straight to the gallows.' Jack promptly came round from his thoughts and picked up one of the many empty bottles of rum, he ran down to the seas edge and quickly filled up the bottle, although he got, um, very wet. He poured the sea water he'd collected on to the small blaze that was the fire. Almost simultaneously the fire hissed out of life.
Jack, remembering he'd left the cellar cover off, quickly made his way over
"Nothin' to worry 'bout Jack, you'll just have to, somehow, stay out of their way" Jack was trying not to panic, but as it turns out, he's not a very good pretender when it came to nerves. "But what do the Navy want with this island? Maybe it's their rum?" he paused for a moment "Nah can't see it happening meself. They could just be headed here to shelter out of the storm perhaps, bunch of eunuchs" Jacks thoughts continued to conflict in this way until he arrived at the cellar.
After covering up his cellar, as he know liked to call it, he made his way back to the extinguished fire
"Now how am I goin' t' get rid o' you I wonders" Jack paused, looking down at the burnt out embers of the fire "I could throw ye in the sea, but I expect the group of eunuchs heading this way would see ye"
(At hearing this point in the story Will is staring at Jack with a new interest
"What have ye got a problem with now?"
"Well, Jack, did you know you spoke to a pile of embers?"
"Look eunuch, who is telling the tale you or me?)
With a last minute thought Jack gathered the pile of embers carefully in his sash and carried them hurriedly to some undergrowth further inland. When he returned back he looked out over the sea, still stewing in its anger, the set of sails were still making their way slowly towards the inhospitable island. Jack plonked himself down on to the sand; he looked around him, a few empty rum bottles lay, discarded, on the wet sand. Jack crawled over to one of the bottles which still looked as though it had a few mouthfuls left in it, Jack held the bottle up in the air, and he spun around the liquid contents
"One for the sea I s'pose", downing the last of the alcohol he got up, slowly, and collected all the empty bottles and hid them with the embers from his fire.
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The small rowing boats, from the naval ship, crashed into the sand and halted promptly. Jack hid from view in the thick of the palm trees, watching closely the activities of the men who'd just landed on the island. 'They don't look much like servers in the Navy, the queens guards, lah, de, dah, etcetera' Jack took a small step forward trying to get a better look 'aw, what's that' He looked down to find that a vine from one of the palm trees had wrapped itself around Jacks foot, but before he could do anything he fell forward with a loud crash.
A/N: Blehhhhhhh . . . Ok, cliffhanger! Kinda-ish.