Chapter Five: A way off the Island?
Any Armor for Sleep fans here? I see a problem in Jack's narration for the island he was on. If he had suffered so much in the sun with no water, then how come the island shown in the movie was bursting with vegetation? What happened with the shade trees? I just realized.I'M WRITING REALLY SHORT CHAPTERS! I promise to stop doing that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been two days now, two days of wandering in the scorching heat, trying to find food and water. The once proud captain was in the shade, pestered by the gnawing hunger that grew within him. The mutinous pirates couldn't have found a more miserable spot for Jack. Shelter was plenty among the trees, but water and food were scarce. He was able to gather a meager two quarts during the first rainfall, but had been too foolish to save it for he was not used to such natural hardships. Sure, he had suffered plenty before, but it was incomparable to the type of torture of thirst and hunger. The mere two days seemed like weeks and months. His thirst increased for during his trip to the island, he had swallowed some sea water.
Through his delirium, he heard some footsteps coming up behind him. Not being able to believe it to be true, Jack turned and was surprised to see the sight of two men coming up.
"A bloody seadog," one of the men whispered, "it's best to leave him alone. Must've gotten booted off his ship for a reason, I'm willin' to bet it was for a good reason too."
"Even a scally-wag like him deserves a chance to survive," the other one replied through gritted teeth, "I'm pretty sure he's alive."
"Why don't you give him a kick? That'll show if he's a livin' or not."
Jack heard all of this and a grin began to spread on his weathered face. As the two men argued whether to leave him alone or not, he quietly stood up and walked behind them. Then in a loud voice, he exclaimed in a rather loud voice, "If you gents are done arguing there, an introduction needs to be made. I am Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl; my crew committed mutiny and left me stranded on this desert island. I'm perfectly alive, savvy? All I need and want is a bit of food and drink, preferably a bird and some rum."
He watched the two men grow silent and his slight grin grew into a smirk of amusement.
"Er, Captain Sparrow," the first man said a bit gruffly, "I am George Skinmord, and that," he paused, pointing to the second man, "that is Earl Fountain, my partner in our business venture."
"Oh, you're businessmen?" Jack questioned with a little more than a tint of sarcasm, "may I inquire as to what you two gents are selling?"
"Now sir," Earl cut in, "our business is our own, and you best stop askin' questions. I have a good mind to bring you in to the commodore; I hear he'd be happy to hang dirty snivelin' pirates!"
"You wouldn't want to do that," Jack began in a warning tone, "the Commodore is just as eager to convict illegal rum traders. You're the head rumrunners of the Caribbean and he'd be wantin' your head as well, so if I go, you do too, savvy?"
He watched the eyes of the Rumrunner fill with hatred.and knew that he had to seize this moment and use it to his advantage. "But I'll make you a deal," the Captain continued, "you get me a ship to the mainland, and I'll keep my mouth closed."
Skinmord began to laugh, "Jack here, how's a man like you supposed to take down two gents like us eh? There's an easier way of shutting your mouth peeermenantly."
For by all appearances, the two rumrunners were huge burly men and Jack appeared miniscule compared to the two of them. Yet Skinmord was mistaken about Jack's true abilities. After all, he had never heard of Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl.and didn't know about the pistol that Jack had until-
"Oh, touch me and this shot here will drill straight into your skull."
Skinmord was stunned for a moment, as anyone would with a gun pressed to his head.
Grinning a bit, the captain continued, "So you want to get back to negotiatin'? Or something else may happen.there is more than one way to persuade a man to do something.."
"Killin' me will do no good to ya sir," Skinmord sputtered, actually, all he wanted was to gain some time until his partner could get there to help him.
Jack knew what Skinmord was doing.buying time.and he had unfortunately underestimated the capacity of Jack's intelligence. Holding up his sword to Skinmord's throat, Captain Jack Sparrow growled, "I'm warnin' you laddie, you have no clue of how to deal with pirates, so just stop tryin' now."
By this time, Skinmord was thoroughly spooked, "Captain Jack." he stuttered out, "Let me go and I'll give you a trip back to the mainland."
The captain smiled and released his prisoner. "I'll have to just take your word on that won't I?"
Grinning, Skinmord said, "Of course."
"Okay, then as your guest I would like to sample some of those bottles of rum!"
Any Armor for Sleep fans here? I see a problem in Jack's narration for the island he was on. If he had suffered so much in the sun with no water, then how come the island shown in the movie was bursting with vegetation? What happened with the shade trees? I just realized.I'M WRITING REALLY SHORT CHAPTERS! I promise to stop doing that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been two days now, two days of wandering in the scorching heat, trying to find food and water. The once proud captain was in the shade, pestered by the gnawing hunger that grew within him. The mutinous pirates couldn't have found a more miserable spot for Jack. Shelter was plenty among the trees, but water and food were scarce. He was able to gather a meager two quarts during the first rainfall, but had been too foolish to save it for he was not used to such natural hardships. Sure, he had suffered plenty before, but it was incomparable to the type of torture of thirst and hunger. The mere two days seemed like weeks and months. His thirst increased for during his trip to the island, he had swallowed some sea water.
Through his delirium, he heard some footsteps coming up behind him. Not being able to believe it to be true, Jack turned and was surprised to see the sight of two men coming up.
"A bloody seadog," one of the men whispered, "it's best to leave him alone. Must've gotten booted off his ship for a reason, I'm willin' to bet it was for a good reason too."
"Even a scally-wag like him deserves a chance to survive," the other one replied through gritted teeth, "I'm pretty sure he's alive."
"Why don't you give him a kick? That'll show if he's a livin' or not."
Jack heard all of this and a grin began to spread on his weathered face. As the two men argued whether to leave him alone or not, he quietly stood up and walked behind them. Then in a loud voice, he exclaimed in a rather loud voice, "If you gents are done arguing there, an introduction needs to be made. I am Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl; my crew committed mutiny and left me stranded on this desert island. I'm perfectly alive, savvy? All I need and want is a bit of food and drink, preferably a bird and some rum."
He watched the two men grow silent and his slight grin grew into a smirk of amusement.
"Er, Captain Sparrow," the first man said a bit gruffly, "I am George Skinmord, and that," he paused, pointing to the second man, "that is Earl Fountain, my partner in our business venture."
"Oh, you're businessmen?" Jack questioned with a little more than a tint of sarcasm, "may I inquire as to what you two gents are selling?"
"Now sir," Earl cut in, "our business is our own, and you best stop askin' questions. I have a good mind to bring you in to the commodore; I hear he'd be happy to hang dirty snivelin' pirates!"
"You wouldn't want to do that," Jack began in a warning tone, "the Commodore is just as eager to convict illegal rum traders. You're the head rumrunners of the Caribbean and he'd be wantin' your head as well, so if I go, you do too, savvy?"
He watched the eyes of the Rumrunner fill with hatred.and knew that he had to seize this moment and use it to his advantage. "But I'll make you a deal," the Captain continued, "you get me a ship to the mainland, and I'll keep my mouth closed."
Skinmord began to laugh, "Jack here, how's a man like you supposed to take down two gents like us eh? There's an easier way of shutting your mouth peeermenantly."
For by all appearances, the two rumrunners were huge burly men and Jack appeared miniscule compared to the two of them. Yet Skinmord was mistaken about Jack's true abilities. After all, he had never heard of Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl.and didn't know about the pistol that Jack had until-
"Oh, touch me and this shot here will drill straight into your skull."
Skinmord was stunned for a moment, as anyone would with a gun pressed to his head.
Grinning a bit, the captain continued, "So you want to get back to negotiatin'? Or something else may happen.there is more than one way to persuade a man to do something.."
"Killin' me will do no good to ya sir," Skinmord sputtered, actually, all he wanted was to gain some time until his partner could get there to help him.
Jack knew what Skinmord was doing.buying time.and he had unfortunately underestimated the capacity of Jack's intelligence. Holding up his sword to Skinmord's throat, Captain Jack Sparrow growled, "I'm warnin' you laddie, you have no clue of how to deal with pirates, so just stop tryin' now."
By this time, Skinmord was thoroughly spooked, "Captain Jack." he stuttered out, "Let me go and I'll give you a trip back to the mainland."
The captain smiled and released his prisoner. "I'll have to just take your word on that won't I?"
Grinning, Skinmord said, "Of course."
"Okay, then as your guest I would like to sample some of those bottles of rum!"