Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything that has to do with Pirates of the Caribbean. The evil mouse has it all. Stupid mouse (I didn't actually say that, by the way). Anyways, it's not my fault I'm obsessed about PotC. I just like to make up bad fan fictions. However, if you happen to read through this, just review it anyway, it will make my day. Plus, I will dedicate a chapter to you! YAY!
Claimer: Although the mouse owns everything PotC, I DO own this plot. So it is mine. If you (for some really completely stupid reason) want to make random references to it, just ask. I'll probably say yes anyways. BY THEY WAY, I love the one called Johnny Depp!
Note: Italics are Jack's thoughts, "Normal fonts in parenthesis are what Jack says out loud", and regular writing is my narration.
By the way, many thanks to Geheimnis for reviewing chapter one; I promise not to kill jack, after all, how would he appear in the movie?
Sorry about taking so long to complete it... I have stupid teachers. Well, onto yet another chapter, number two in fact!
The hot Caribbean sun, high in the morning's sky, glared through Jack's eyelids, as then he twisted over in a desperate, half-asleep attempt to block the sun. Instead, he received a mouthful of sand. "...Come now, Anamaria, give ol' Jack another five minutes...no, no... wont' be late for the Pearl... Barbossa will wait..." Jack half mumbled to the rock across from his head. Barbossa wouldn't wait, would he...? Jack thought. Not a bloody second. Moaning, he flipped to his other side, begging for just another minute of sleep. Not thirty second later, he felt something just touch the edge of his double braided goatee. Whatever it was, it inched up his braid, crawling onto his chin... Something to the extent of "Damn horseflies!" a swatting noise, and then a crunch could be heard, slightly echoing through the palm trees. "Fine, you win... I'm up," Jack mumbled to the dead horsefly. 'Wonder what that other sound was... Checking his palm, he realized that the crunch hadn't in fact been the fly, but the small crab he had desperately captured yesterday. And just the time to give me' self a lil' snack. Since the whole fire plan didn't work too thoroughly, Jack decided just to lay the crab on a sun-heated rock, you know, to cook things up a little bit.
Walking another lap around the island, Jack finally spotted a couple of small cocoanuts. "Finally, something does strive with life on this godforsaken island." Without that cocoanut juice... milk... stuff, Jack would surly be buzzards food. Thank God that there were no buzzards on the island, what a pitiful way to end your life that would be. Death by buzzards... Jack smirked at the idea. Can't let any dirty birds that don't exist get to yer head, Jack. And that's when he saw it. The bird was covered in lengthy white feathers, with an odd orange colored beak. Its wingspan must have been four and a half feet long. Its beady black eyes glared down at Jack as it hovered overhead, landing on a palm branch some twenty feet up. From that point on, Jack knew that the bird must be evil. He also knew it would be tasty. Well, tastier than some dead crab... better get back to that one. After the moment Jack gathered his four cocoanuts, the bird took off. In the direction of the crab. "NO!" Jack hollered as he dropped all four cocoanuts and sped off after the bird. The bird will not get me last bit of food! As Jack sprinted towards the rock he left the crab on, the bird began to swoop down, bit by bit, until it was about at the height of his head. Jack was about 10 feet behind it, and he was determined to catch that bird with every ounce of his will power. Apparently, the bird had more will power than Jack. "YOU DAMN OVERSIZED SCAVENGER OF A BIRD!" He yelled with a winded tone in his voice. With a simple swoop and grasp, Jack knew he was going to starve to death. With a vengeance.
That bird is going to die a long painful death... thought Jack, as he wondered through the razor grass in search of twigs or sticks. I'm going to spear that bird through its beady lil' eyes and it 'ill pop out the other end. Clearly, Jack, being as dehydrated as he was, had no intention of popping a bird's eyeballs out. He didn't think he could even if he wanted to. He just needed an excuse to get up and hobble back and forth through the palms on the island. Then he saw it... again. The huge bird was flying overhead. You might as well chase the bird, Jack. You've got nothing saner to do. So it was on. The bird was winning, but not for long... Jack was speeding, just the adrenaline from realizing he was moving faster then he had in the past two days amazed him. Looking back, he realized the bird was slowing down. "Come on, bird, too afraid you'll be beat by Captain Jack Spar-" A large "clunk" slightly echoed off the other palm trees. Jack slid down to the ground, knocked unconscious, head resting on a lump of sand. Really, those palm trees should watch where they are going.
For the second time today, Jack woke up from an uncomfortable sleep with a mouthful of salty sand lining his throat. If this happ'ns one more time, I'll surly get used to the taste. He flipped over his sore head, revealing a rather nasty bump on the right side of his temple. Even more fun, the bird is still here. Although Jack was at this point, starting to notice various dancing animals here and there, he was indeed correct of the bird. It circled him, as if a vulture circled it's dying prey before ripping it's flash apart and feasting upon it's brains. What a flattering thought. All of a sudden, Jack felt the need to get up... for some odd reason. Wearily brushing sand of of his dirtied clothes, he observed the bird. He had no idea as what it could be, as he only knew of three different birds; vultures, seagulls, and of course, sparrows. This particular feather animal acted as if a vulture, but had the cunning of a sparrow, not to mention the annoying aspect if a gull. Perhaps, it was a seavultrow, or a sparturegull. A vulsearrow, maybe? Jack then pondered a more important question, why am I still sitting here when the gullrowture is flying off? I must continue my completely pointless frolic across the island in attempt to catch a bird that I will never be able to lay me hands on. And he was off, into the bright direction of the sun, not knowing by the end of the day, Jack would have a new friend. A quite feathery one, actually.