Revenge and Rum
As Jack Sparrow looked out into the Caribbean blue sea, he saw the thing most precious to him leave. Jack sighed and forced himself to sit down. His arms and legs ached from swimming so far and his spirit ached from the betrayal. "Bloody pirates," he muttered to himself.
It was the middle of the night and they just decided to commit mutiny and leave him here to die…all over some island full of treasure. What did they think? He wasn't going to give them some? It was his crew! He had to! They had earned it…or so he thought before they marooned him.
What kind of crew wakes up their Captain to commit mutiny in the bloody dark hours of the night? "BLOODY STUPID PIRATES!" he yelled to the ship leaving him far behind. "That's who." What kind of crew commits mutiny anyway? I bet Black Beard's crew never marooned him. Well I guess that's what I get for getting pirates for crewmen. I mean, who ever said pirates are dependable?
"DOES 'CAPTAIN' MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?" He yelled again as if they could hear him. "Boy, I could use a drink right now." He said out loud. He sighed and laid down looking up into the clear early morning sky. The sun hadn't come up but Jack figured it would in a couple hours. He would've liked to get some sleep but too much was on his mind to do such a thing.
They're going after the treasure that I have been searching and wanting to get for quite some time! Most of them have never heard of the stupid Isle of De Muerta! But do I get the treasure? No! "Bloody pirates." He said again. He looked over at the pistol that was lying next to him. He sneered. They even took away my pistol and gave me this blasted one. 'One bullet t'shoot yerself if ye get too hungry' they said. HA! My hunger won't get the best of me. I can live for about a week without food. But I'm sure there's cocoanuts around here somewhere. One would think so at least, with these trees being…ah...I don't care what they are. I'm not going to shoot myself. Suicide is for cowards and Captain Jack Sparrow is no coward. I know exactly who I'm going to use that bullet for.
Barbossa.
Jack you fool- you knew Barbossa was acting strange. Making comments about my age and all…I should've suspected SOMETHING. But I didn't. Why not? Because I trusted every single one of them. I trusted them to keep their word and honor the fact that I was their Captain. I trusted them not to turn on me because of the words from a wrinkly, cranky, old man. And I trusted that wrinkly, cranky, old man to keep his word and stay true as a first mate.
Well curse all of you. I hope you get what you so deeply deserve. My father always used to say that the deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers…Good luck in Hell boys.
Jack sighed, finding some sort of satisfaction that Barbossa and his crew were going to Hell. Not like he didn't think he was- but he focused on Barbossa. But then Jack remembered someone that hadn't been so…rude and uncaring to what was about to happen to him. Bill Turner.
Bill (Bootstrap) Turner had come on his crew about six months before all this had happened. Bill had he had had some good talks over rum. Umm…Rum. I could really use a drink right now. Bill had told him of a family back home in…oh Jack couldn't remember. Somewhere in the Caribbean…I think. Or was it England? Oh, I don't know. He spoke of a wife and beautiful child inside his wife. Oh Bill- I hope you see your child before this is over. To see what you deserve. That is one thing you do deserve. I hope to see you too. Before the afterlife…
Jack sighed and thought about how much piracy took away from your family. Not like he had a family to go back to…but Bill did and maybe some others. Bill might've been the only one, now that Jack thought about it. Most pirates just go to Tortuga or somewhere else to fulfill their lust. But Bill has stuck true to his wife. He sighed, must be nice to have something…someone to look out into the ocean and miss you. Someone to love and someone to look forward too.
Of course I had my bloody ship to look forward to but no…now I have no ship! He thought, getting his anger back and thinking about the Black Pearl. He yawned and tried to keep his eyes open. He suddenly got up and stood up. I've gotta find something to eat or drink…something. He started walking around. He walked around the whole island in ten minutes. He sighed and went into the island to look for…anything. He stopped after about three minutes and shifted his weight. Except something felt strange beneath his feet. He looked down- he was standing on sand…but it felt…weak? He jumped up a little and felt the ground under him go down from his weight. He raised an eyebrow and looked down. Was that a string? He pulled on it and a whole door opened. His eyes widened and he walked down the stairs carefully.
RUM! Bottles of rum. He paused before he took three bottles for that morning. This island must be a cache. Perfect! That means people will be here…within the month at the most. He sighed and only took one bottle to save them. How could I convince them to let me come with them? He walked back to the spot he was sitting at. Did he have anything he could barter with them? Well I can figure out something before someone comes I'm sure. He sighed and popped the top. This was good. As soon as he got off this island his goal was going to go after Barbossa.
This bullet wouldn't be in that pistol for long.
He smiled and took a drink. Revenge will taste as good as this rum.