Someone told me that I should write the scene on the beach. I'm going to include the deleted scenes, while mixing them with the actual scenes in the movie. Also, a few scenes I just added in for good fun! I hope you enjoy it!

I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor any of the characters. Disney owns them. Though, I'd gladly buy Jack from them!!

One Legend Down

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." I commented, looking out into the deep blue sea. The black Pearl, my beautiful ship, lost again to the filthy hands of Barbossa. It was enough to make my skin crawl! That's filthy bastard couldn't wait to kick me off of my own ship again.

I turned around, not wanting to stare after my lost ship anymore. It was painful watching it sail away. Her rudder, in my vision.

I blinked and looked around. Elizabeth had taken it upon herself to go scout out the island. Same thing I did last time I was here. It really just bit the big one when you get thrown onto the same island twice by the same guy.

'You'd think he'd come up with something else' I thought to myself. 'Something more… useful then this. Guess he was going for 'ironic death'.'

I walked onto the sandy beach and started to scout around for big branches. I found a few, bringing them closer to the water. I needed to stay towards the shore if there was any chance of me getting off.

I dug the branches into the ground. Most of the branches were sticking straight up. I then removed my boots and set them on the braches. Best to let them dry. Then my vest. It's material made it hard to dry.

I grabbed the end of my shirt from my pants, and rung it out. I tucked it back in and sat down. I pulled out my pistol and started to dry it.

The only problem with being in the water is that all your valuables get wet. The pistol was useless unless it was dry. I had to dry out the power, the bullet and the flint. I inspected the bullet for any dents or markings. Anything could have happened to it when it hit the reef in the water.

It all seemed rather fine.

I saw Elizabeth stop in her tracks, staring after the beginning of her foot prints.

"It's really not all that big, is it?" I said. I had done the same thing. As I have said before. I scouted the whole island when I was here last time. There was hardly any food, save for a coconut tree or two. The berries, I had later found out after trail and error were foul tasting and left a bitter taste in your mouth.

The only thing on the island worth having was the Rum. Which reminds me. I could go for some.

"If you're going to shot me, please do so without delay." Elizabeth said.

I was already getting pissed that I had just been dumped on this island. For a SECOND time, I might add. I was not in a very good mood. Her tone was oh so helping me calm down. I placed the bullet back in my gun and stared at her.

"Is there a problem between us Miss. Swann?" 

She gave me a look like I was the most back-stabbing scaly-wag in the history of piracy! What the hell did I do for that?

"You were going to tell Barbossa about Will in exchange for a ship." She accused.

She thought she knew everything! That was it. She thought she had figured everyone out. It seems I was a bit in head of myself when I thought she was smarter then that Eunuch suitor of hers, Will. Blasted bugger. Why couldn't he have kept his mouth shut?

"We could use a ship." I informed her. Giving her a look. "The fact is I was going to NOT tell Barbossa about bloody Will in exchange for a ship, because as long as he didn't know about bloody Will, I had something to bargain with. Which now no one has. Thanks to bloody, stupid Will."

I stood up. That rum was sounding better and better.

" oh.." said Elizabeth looked down, slightly ashamed of herself for thinking that Jack would truly exchange his new friend and though she didn't know it, God son, for a ship. She seemed to be searching her mind for something. Like a reason why Will did such a thing.

"Oh." I said back in a mocking tone.

"He still risked his life to save ours." Elizabeth pronounced.

Yeah right! He didn't even MENTION me! I bet he didn't even LOOK at me during that entire time. Other then when I told him not to do anything stupid. He didn't even TRY to help me. Oh no. Leave Captain Jack to himself. He'll be fine with a whole bloody ship filled with bloody cursed pirates who would rather cut off every part of his body and make him eat it rather then look at him!

That's right. Everyone forgets about me. I'm not important enough to be considered part of the 'grand' civilization. I'm just a filthy, no good, rum drinking pirate who needs to be forgotten.

Damn that rum is sounding like a GOD sent, right about now.

"Ha!" I say as I walk away from her. Will would NEVER try to save me. I'm not worth saving, according to him. I'm just a pirate. Thrown in with the rest of the lot.

"But we have to do something to rescue him!" Elizabeth says, following me.

I turn around quickly, waving my hands, trying to get her to go away. She was really starting to bug me. "Off you go then! Let me know how that one turns out." I gave her a sarcastic smile, turning back around and walking.

"But you were trapped on this island before weren't you? So, we can escape the same way you did then." She says. She won't give it a rest will she?

The mention of my failure last time to detect my crew's unsettlement, hit me square in the chest. I turned around. "To what point and purpose young missy? The Black pearl is gone. Unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice." I take a glance over her. "Unlikely." She gives me a glare. "Young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him." I stress the 'long'.

I turned and walked up to the palm tree. It seemed about right. I knocked on it, just to make sure. It was hollow, just like last time. I put my back against it, barely listening to Elizabeth's rant.

"But you're the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow! You vanished under the eyes of seven agents of the East Indian trading company, you sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot, are you the Pirate I've read about or not?" Elizabeth said.

She really did know her pirates though. I got to hand it to her for that one. Wait. Did she just mention my two greatest tales ever? How would she know them?

I jumped up and down. My mind still split. Half listens to her, half, working on finding the rum. She stepped in front of me. I gave her a look that asked her to move.

"How did you escape last time?" She questioned.

I knew it was coming. As soon as she started mentioning the other stories. She was going to ask. I moved her back a little. I moved through my mind, trying to come up with a story to tell her. Five came to mind. Great ones too. Though, by the look and the situation, I think it's finally about time to tell the truth. Lies wouldn't benefit either of us at the moment.

"Last time…" I started. This was going to be harder then I thought. "I was here a grand total of three days, alright?"

I turned around and lifted up the trap door. "Last time. The rum runners used this island as kasha. Came by and I was able to barter a passage off." I looked around. Spider webs. Just great. "From the looks of things, they've long, been out of business." I grabbed two bottles and made my way back up. "Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that."

Even when that annoying Commodore isn't around he still makes my life a living hell!

"So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow?" She questioned. I could tell her whole belief around me just broke into a thousand pieces. "You spent three days, lying on a beach drinking rum?"

I made a face, glancing down at the bottles in my hands. I looked back at her. The one thing I thought to myself when I found Rum on the island came back to my mind. I put on a smile. "Welcome to the Caribbean, Love." My smile fell quickly, as I walked by.

I was about to sit back down when she walked in front of me.

"So, is there any truth about the other stories?" She questioned.

"Truth?" I questioned. If she thought I was full of bullshit, she had another thing coming. I lifted my right sleeve to show my tattoo and burn mark. My little 'souvenir' from the East Indian trading company. Then I lifted the other one. A lightening like scar on my arm. That I got from a horrible storm when I was struck by lightening. Back when I was still a kid. Then I revealed two bullet wounds on my chest.

I got one from sacking Nassau port. The other from three years ago. I had a hand in stealing from the King. It didn't go get as planned, yet even though I was shot, I made off with more then everyone in the crew, while getting my friend out of the line of fire. One hell of a feat for a thirty five year old.

"No truth at all." I said with a slight grimace. I sat down, looking out into the sea. I couldn't stand the look in her eyes at the moment. I have just revealed a part of myself I showed to only a select few.

"We still have a month maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships and our changes are fair." I inform her.

"There's got to be something we can do." She said. She sounded almost at tears.

"You're absolutely right." I say to her. I let a bottle roll to her. I pick up the second bottle, raising it. "Here's luck to you Will Turner."

Well, let's see what Bloody good that does him. I take a sip from it.

Elizabeth picks up her bottle and sits down next to me. "Drink up me 'earties yo ho."

She takes a swing. She has a nasty face on from the rum.

Wait, what the hell did she just say? I turned to her. Racking my brain to see if I knew that song. I don't recall it. "What was that, Elizabeth?"

"Miss. Swann." She corrects me.

I'm slightly offended. Then again, what else was I supposed to expect? Open arms and a warm welcome now that she knew?

She seemed to have noticed my reaction. She continues to explain it. "It's just a song I learned as child when I actually thought it would be exciting to meet a pirate."

"Let's hear it." I say to her. I could use a good song right about now.

"No." She said.

Don't tell me she's embarrassed? "Come on. We've got the time. Let's have it."

"No!" She said, looking down at her bottle. She seemed to be thinking it over. "Maybe when I've had a lot more to drink."

I glance at the bottle. It's full. Then I look at her, raising my bottle to my lips. "How much more?" I question, smirking and taking a sip from my bottle.

She gave me an even glare, before sighing. She took another sip from the bottle.

"I'm going to go collect some fire wood. It'll be night before you know it." I said to her, getting up. I corked my rum bottle and headed off to get some wood for the fire.

I heard her stand up. "I'm coming with you."

"I'm really glad you're all up on trying to help me, but I think I can handle this one myself, Miss. Swann." I say to her, giving her a cheeky grin. I headed off for the wooden area. I could hear her footsteps following me. "If you're that inclined to help me, then you can start over there."

I pointed to a group of trees.

She gave me a glare that seemed to say 'Stop trying to get rid of me!'. But, she went and did what I asked.

I thanked whatever Gods were looking down on us for that one small favor. I really didn't need anyone breathing down my neck.

I picked up a few pieces, testing each one to make sure it wasn't infested with larva or anything of that sort. That's when I heard a scream.

I dropped everything I was holding and ran to go help Miss. Swann. When I reached the scene, the first thing I notice was her backed against a tree. The second was a hissing snake, snapping at her ankles.

Another scream.

"Hold still Elizabeth." I told her. I inspected the snake from the distance I was at. It seemed to be in a rather angry mood. Elizabeth probably woke it up when she was getting fire wood. I picked up a sturdy looking stick and whacked the ground near the snake to get its attention.

It turned and hissed at me.

 "That's right snake. It's just you and me now. You and old Jack."  I said quietly. The snake moved towards me. I pinned it down with the stick I was holding and grabbed it by the head. Then, I held it up. It was no longer dangerous, as long as I held its mouth. It wasn't big enough to constrict me.

"Kill it." Elizabeth said to me, staring at the Snake.

"I think it'll leave us alone." I said with a slight shrug. I walked away from Elizabeth and released it into a tree.

I quickly returned to her.

"Are you alright? It didn't bite you did it?" I questioned.

"No. No I'm fine." She said, a little shaky.

"Well then. Best be getting back to the beach with you. I'll collect the fire wood." I say to her, gently grabbing her by the elbow. I lead her back to the beach, making sure nothing happened to her. I would never tell her this, but my heart nearly stopped when I heard her scream like that.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" She questioned when we reached the beach.

"I am a man of my word." I said to her. She gave me a questioning look. So, I elaborated a little more. "I promised bloody Will I would make sure you were safe."

"When did you promise that?" She questioned.

"Back when he freed me from the cell." I stated.

"You mean, Will sprung you from Jail so you and him could save me?" She questioned.

"You would be correct. Never would have expected it from Will would you?" I asked to her. Even though we both knew the answer. "He's a bit of a stick isn't he?"

She gave me a look.

"Don't act like you didn't notice Elizabeth. He's more law binding then Norrington." I say to her.  "Then again I have to hand it to him for his pirate skills."

Elizabeth's eyebrows went together in confusion. "Pirate skills? Will?"

A gave her a smile. "Course! He sprung me from jail, commandeered a ship of the fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga and he's completely obsessed with treasure."

"Will… did all that?" Elizabeth questioned.

"Aye. And to think he did it all for a bonnie lass like you." I commented off handedly. I then was about to go back into the wooded area when she snapped at me.

"What do you mean, a bonnie lass like me?" She was clearly angry with me.

I spun around. "Why should he have gone after you, Miss. Swann? Did you think of that? Why would a poor, ordinary Blacksmith whose moral code is tighter then one of those corsets you wear, go after a cursed pirate ship?"

She stared at me like I grew another head.

I waved her off and quickly went to go collect the fire wood. Sometimes subtle hints don't cut it anymore. Sometimes you have to rub their noses in it before they realize what you mean.

I grumbled under my breath and picked up some fire wood. Why oh why did I ever put that rum down?

I walked back with my arms full of fire wood. I dumped it on the beach and went to go get more. Elizabeth was sitting on the beach, sipping at the rum. I quirked up an eyebrow at her before walking over.

"You know. The only way to drink rum properly is to gulp it down. Take a swing." I instructed.

"I'm not a pirate Jack. I'm a lady and getting drunk on an island where no one can save me, isn't my idea of being a lady." She said, looking down at crashing waves.

I smirked. "Well, I won't tell if you won't tell."

She gave me a look, before taking a big swing of the rum. Then, coughing afterwards. "It stings my throat!"

I grinned. "Isn't that the best part?"

"Not exactly what I'd call a 'good part'. I'm not sure I want my drink burning my throat off." She commented.

I tilted my head to the side to think. She sure could handle her rum though. Not even slightly slurred after that and this being, I'm presuming, her first time drinking.

After collecting all the fire wood and arranging it to light, I sat down next to it with two stones.

"What are you doing?" Elizabeth questioned. She had left the rum behind by my drying clothes.

"Making a chicken dinner. Do you want the leg or breast?" I questioned sarcastically.

She made a small snorting sound. "How can you light a fire with two stones?"

"Watch and learn." I answered. I had sprinkled a tiny bit of gun power onto the dry wood in front of me. When I hit the two stones together, it sparked. One of the sparks fell right onto the gun power, lighting it. The wood soon caught fire. Just in time for sunset.

I sat back with a grin on my face. "That's how a pirate lights a fire."

"I've never seen a fire being lit like that before." Elizabeth said. "Not matches or anything."

"You don't need them." I answered, throwing some dried leaves onto the pile to keep the flame going until it could eat the dry wood.

"What else works?" Elizabeth questioned, sitting down next to me.

"Well, liquids work as well, strangely enough. Rum, is the one I'd like to avoid though for two reasons. One, it's a waste of rum. And two, it makes the fire too thick with smoke to be able to breath around it." I explained. I took a swing of rum. Then smirked at her. "Rum is the most valuable treasure a Pirate could have."

She smiled. "You want to learn the song I learned?"

I glanced at her. Was she just pulling my leg? She seemed to be sincere.

"Of course. Captain Jack Sparrow, is always willing to learn." I answered.

That's my FIRST chapter. The next is the drunk madness and the burning of the rum. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!