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Chapter One: Enter Jack, Exit Pearl
Captain Jack Sparrow slumped down on the beach cursing fluently. He stared hard at the
bit of horizon where the Black Pearl had last been seen. It had been two days since he'd had to
watch Barbossa sail away with his ship. Unable to bear the noonday sun, he crawled the short
distance to the shade of the palm trees and shut his eyes.
A crack of thunder sounded and Jack sat up groggily. Forgetting where he was, he
shouted, "What the blazes do you think you're doin'? Firing a bloody pistol by a sleeping man's
ear. Who—." By this fine he'd opened his eyes and remembered where he was.
He staggered to his feet, squinting his eyes against the setting sun. his eyes slowly
adjusted and he was able to make out a distant shape moving steady nearer.
"I suppose it'd be too much to hope the ruddy crew turned on 'im," he said to no one in
particular. To his disappointment, the ship was clearly not his Black Pearl.
Jack dove behind one of the few trees to see what would develop. He didn't have long to
wait. The new ship anchored and a rowboat with five men started towards shore. The rowboat
could have held several more men normally, but the boat was already straining under several
large boxes. "What in the devil—." Jack wondered aloud.
His questions were put aside when one of the men hauled from the box a bottle. Jack's
eyes grew wide. "Rum runners!" he whispered. "Now I can get off this god forsaken rock."
"'Ey! You with the rum!" he stood in the light and shouted. As he waved his arms, he
muttered to himself, "Well, here goes nothing', god willing'."
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recognize from the Movie.)
Chapter One: Enter Jack, Exit Pearl
Captain Jack Sparrow slumped down on the beach cursing fluently. He stared hard at the
bit of horizon where the Black Pearl had last been seen. It had been two days since he'd had to
watch Barbossa sail away with his ship. Unable to bear the noonday sun, he crawled the short
distance to the shade of the palm trees and shut his eyes.
A crack of thunder sounded and Jack sat up groggily. Forgetting where he was, he
shouted, "What the blazes do you think you're doin'? Firing a bloody pistol by a sleeping man's
ear. Who—." By this fine he'd opened his eyes and remembered where he was.
He staggered to his feet, squinting his eyes against the setting sun. his eyes slowly
adjusted and he was able to make out a distant shape moving steady nearer.
"I suppose it'd be too much to hope the ruddy crew turned on 'im," he said to no one in
particular. To his disappointment, the ship was clearly not his Black Pearl.
Jack dove behind one of the few trees to see what would develop. He didn't have long to
wait. The new ship anchored and a rowboat with five men started towards shore. The rowboat
could have held several more men normally, but the boat was already straining under several
large boxes. "What in the devil—." Jack wondered aloud.
His questions were put aside when one of the men hauled from the box a bottle. Jack's
eyes grew wide. "Rum runners!" he whispered. "Now I can get off this god forsaken rock."
"'Ey! You with the rum!" he stood in the light and shouted. As he waved his arms, he
muttered to himself, "Well, here goes nothing', god willing'."
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