A/N Ok… thanks for all your reviews, ppls. I suppose I should write fics like this more oft, eh? Well, anyway, I'm pretty sure that this is going to be the last chapter, because it is the third day and Jack was only on the island for three days… I know, I'm smart, huh? But if I get lots of reviews for this chapter, then I might have another one so I can thank my reviewers. Probly not tho, don't get yer hopes up… I would have to get, like, ten reviews. I might write another story like this (not the same place, but Jacks mind again) if requested, and if I get more inspiration. Anywayz, thank yous for the last chapter reviewers… Snuffles2, Dawnie-7, Emily Knibbe, the Second Geek, and AbbieNormal182… You guys are the best, hope you like this chapter.
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Whoa.
Where the hell am I?
I must have gotten really drunk last night or something… I'm in a really dark, dank room that smells like rum.
Actually, quite a pleasant smell. Unfortunately, my bloody ankle hurts.
I wonder if I'm dead. Is this hell? It doesn't smell like hell. But maybe it's not heaven, either… if it was; I wouldn't be in extreme pain right now.
So where the hell am I? My head hurts too, but not as much as my ankle… maybe I… fell into a ditch and twisted it. Yeah, that's it.
I don't know if that makes me feel any better. I'm still in deep shit.
But… I'm in a ditch that smells strongly of rum? Wait a second… is this an empty ditch that smells like rum? Maybe there's still some rum left in it. *tries to get up, failing miserably* or, maybe not… actually, I'm pretty sure that it's just me that smells like rum. Yep, no rum left in here. And even if there was, I really don't fell like getting up and getting it.
*silence*
Right?
*more silence*
So… well… I guess I'll just sit here until someone notices me. *a minute goes by* um… *another minute goes by* Ok, listen people, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, how long should it take for somebody to find me? *minutes pass*
Ok, that's it. If you're going to take all frigging day about it, then fine. I can wait.
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Getting bored.
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I CAN WAIT! DAMMIT, I'M CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW, AND I CAN WAIT AS LONG AS IT TAKES!
Is it just me, or is it getting lighter in here?
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It's getting a lot lighter in here.
I've just thought of something (I've had a lot of time to think)… maybe I am not just lying in a ditch. Maybe Barbossa mutinied me on an island and I have been on that island for two days already and found a trapdoor full of rum, which I got drunk on, and the next day when I tried to find it again I fell into the trapdoor and broke my ankle and then got drunk and forgot all about it.
Maybe not.
But nothings impossible.
But if that were true, then there would have to be bottles and bottles of rum still in here, waiting to be drunken. *squints around* whoa, it's gotten a lot lighter in here… there's blue sky coming through that trapdoor! I can see…
Rum.
Lots and lots and lots of rum.
Can't… reach…
I mean… I could reach it, if I wanted to. I just don't really want to. You don't want that rum, Jack, just stop thinking about it… *whimpers*
I hear noises now. Footsteps and men talking. They're coming closer. I'm saved! Yay! Finally, someone will be able to reach that rum for me! I mean… I also might get off the island.
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Getting closer and closer… so close… I've almost reached it…
YES! RUM!
Oh, and those guys are almost here.
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I'm saved! I struck up an accord with these men, rumrunners, and they agreed to give me a lift to a port where I can find a ship and get ready to take my revenge.
They've never heard of me… sigh… no matter, they will. And when that day comes, they will be like… 'Hey, we had that guy on our ship!'
Yeah… I can see it now…
My name lit up in lanterns in all the bars… yeah, that'll be the day, when every whore in Tortuga has heard of me and my ship. And the redcoats draw back in fear when my name is mentioned… when I'll be- stop laughing! I'm being serious!
A/N Review please