Chapter Four: Swim to the Island
The captain of the Black Pearl had now been reduced to walking the plank. Instead of listening to the goading of the other pirates any longer, Jack jumped off the plank in a diving fashion and plunged into the cold ocean. The chill of the ocean almost instantly seeped into his clothes but he did not have time to worry about that now. What he really had to worry about was fighting the almost certain doom of drowning.
Waves flapped over his head and he had to gasp to breathe though he did fortunately, know how to swim. He couldn't fight the waters much longer for that ill fated day, the waves crashed and collapsed violently upon the usually calm surface of the sea. He gasped for breath but found himself breathing in water.he was drowning! Jack strove desperately for the surface.but his strength ebbed and it was a hopeless cause. "Oh well," he thought, " People always said that death by water was an easy way to die.and they.are right."
Yet even after this thought, he still held on to his hope to live and swam for the island. Then, as if my magic, the waves turned and instead of pushing him away from land, cradled him towards the island. Jack let himself flow along with the current until he touched the sandy shore. He lay there for a moment, deeply inhaling and exhaling the life giving air that was around him, then, with much difficulty, stood and turned towards the sea. He saw his mutinous crew sail away with his ship.
After a brief moment, he remembered the pistol that Barbossa had given him.finding it, he held it above his head and in a loud voice, yelled, "Barbossa, this shot will be for you!"
A cannon shot rang as a response.
The captain of the Black Pearl had now been reduced to walking the plank. Instead of listening to the goading of the other pirates any longer, Jack jumped off the plank in a diving fashion and plunged into the cold ocean. The chill of the ocean almost instantly seeped into his clothes but he did not have time to worry about that now. What he really had to worry about was fighting the almost certain doom of drowning.
Waves flapped over his head and he had to gasp to breathe though he did fortunately, know how to swim. He couldn't fight the waters much longer for that ill fated day, the waves crashed and collapsed violently upon the usually calm surface of the sea. He gasped for breath but found himself breathing in water.he was drowning! Jack strove desperately for the surface.but his strength ebbed and it was a hopeless cause. "Oh well," he thought, " People always said that death by water was an easy way to die.and they.are right."
Yet even after this thought, he still held on to his hope to live and swam for the island. Then, as if my magic, the waves turned and instead of pushing him away from land, cradled him towards the island. Jack let himself flow along with the current until he touched the sandy shore. He lay there for a moment, deeply inhaling and exhaling the life giving air that was around him, then, with much difficulty, stood and turned towards the sea. He saw his mutinous crew sail away with his ship.
After a brief moment, he remembered the pistol that Barbossa had given him.finding it, he held it above his head and in a loud voice, yelled, "Barbossa, this shot will be for you!"
A cannon shot rang as a response.