Return to Isla de Muerta
Jack was rudely awoken the next morning by the sound of Gibbs yelling "Land Ho!" from atop the mast. The crew began to cheer, though they had no idea where they were. "I had to ask for a well bodied crew" he thought to himself "I couldn't have asked for a smart crew or at least a crew with some sense about them." With that thought he began giving orders to the crew. Just as he was about to yell at Cotton for letting his parrot in the rum again Ana Maria ran up and slapped him as hard as she could in the face. "Ey, what did I do to deserve that?" Jack was growing tired of people finding pleasure in slapping him.
"Are ye mad?! We're heading straight for Isla de Muerta." Ana Maria asked
"O course we be, where else would we be headed? Wouldn't be nice to keep ol Will waiting now would it?" he said with a mischievous wink. Ana Maria was stunned so stunned in fact she couldn't even bring herself to give Jack another good smack. She looked towards the island slowly emerging from the fog in disbelief. She turned around to continue yelling at Jack only to see him heading for the galley. She rolled her eyes and began giving orders to the rest of the crew. She was used to it by now anyways. After Jack had been betrayed by the first woman he had ever truly loved he had been distant and even stopped caring.
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Jack halfheartedly made his way to the galley. He hoped that the supplies he had left on Isla de Muerta were still there. The moldy bread was beginning to make him ill. So instead he sat at the old rickety table and thought about the real reason he was returning to the dreaded Island of Death. He marooned the woman he had loved there so she couldn't hurt him anymore. He was usually not the devoted type but she was special she meant something to him. He trusted her and she had thrown it back in his face. While he was thinking about all this his stomach began to growl he knew he had to eat some thing but he just couldn't bring himself to. He felt no need to.
