Disclaimer: I claim that this disclaimer claims that I do not claim Pirates of the Caribbean and any other copyrighted characters/anything else.
Claimer: The plot was made be me, so you can't just go and steal it and write it better than me... even though that would save my readers a lot of suffering.
Note: Hello everybody... this is NOT going to be my final chapter... Although I wasn't even sure if I was going to write this one in the first place since I left you guys off with Jack finding the rum, hence finding the rum runners that next day. OH WELL, I guess I was the bored little munchkin that I am and decided to do this instead of feeding my pets. At last, shout outs to people who reviewed chapter four! ...By the way, SUPER-DUPER thanky to my beta-reader, Sara! I LOVE YOU, BETA-GHOST!
Lonaargh- Oh my Goddess! I have fan! That is very scary... but flattering! Somebody likes my stuff! Oh, and don't ever listen to those Dutch sayings... or the German ones as well, they were just created to get fools like me killed. ; )
padme17- Funness is a great word! I use it so much; I added it to my dictionary so there wouldn't be those annoying red squiggly lines under it! hehehe Anyways, I was reviewing my writing and I realized that it was kind of hard to distinguish what day it was. Oops! Before this chapter, Jack has only been on the Island for two days. The first chapter was the first day (naw...really!?), and chapters two, three, and four were the second day. It is kind of hard to tell with all of the times Jack wakes up with sand in his mouth...
Flying Sparrow- Don't worry about it, I don't care when you review. I can't review myself; my little button always freezes up my computer... that's why I resort to authors with email addresses. laughing... now crying... Thanks for the name suggestions... Bob is always a great name, although I'm not sure if they had that nickname yet... oh well, they didn't have "huzzah!" either.
Ok, it is on! What is on, you may ask? Well, it is my actual second to last chapter... So here you go, Chapter 5!
"No more... no, just take the cauliflower and... I DON'T KNOW... have you ever bathed in tuna fish?!?...." The sun had woken "Commodore" Jack Sparrow up not ten minutes ago, yet he had already started a brilliant conversation with the rock he found near the rum cellar's entrance. It would appear that Jack was still a bit... daft. After realizing he started talking to a monkey that didn't exist... per se, he decided to take a break from the rum. A bitter while later, hangover struck. Stumbling in the rough direction of the rum cellar, Jack reflected on things. Thanks to that bloody bird, I have a hangover. 'Though I'll live for a month or so off of this stuff, he though as he glanced at the rum shelves, barely half full... Maybe a week or so... Oh well, he had better things to do than stay alive. He could... teach the bird tricks! Yeah, he could see himself now... Dragging me feet along the sun-warmed sands, playing fetch with the bird... got to name that one I do... Jack rubbed his aching head, shielded his eyes from the sun, and dragged himself back into the cellar's shadowy depths.
Wonder what me' self should call the bird? Dan... Nah, how 'bout William... too many memories hold that name, that one does... Jack slumped against the empty wall in the back, sliding into a sitting position on the hard, cool floor. Maurice... Nah. Hmmm, how 'bout Pete... Have I a second cousin... twice removed, or something to that point, named Peter. Living off in France... nice food there... a eunuch, lovely singing voice though... Fine, Petey it shall be, Jack acknowledged the bird with his slightly raised hand, as if a salute of some sort.
Governor Jack Sparrow, as he now thought of himself, was fluttering his eyes into dreamer's land, when he heard the yelp of a man ordering someone to row. "Row! C'mon now, ya know' we've only gots an hour to load 'da rum," the low voice had said. Row... I remember when I used to row... back in the day. Ya' do that with boats, I hear. Boats... gotta luv those boats... BOATS! Jack immediately shot upright, quieting his movements to hear if his "soon to be rescuers" were actually willing to get him off this godforsaken spit 'o land.
"Why ya makin' me tow along the second boat all by me' self?" the higher voice whined. "I got bad elbows," muttered low-voice. Listening to the rest of their conversation went something to the extent of, "When da we getta stop at 'Tugatown...?","Dunno.", and "Where'd we hide 'da rum again?" Clearly, the couple of men weren't the smartest of rum runners. Judging by the loudness of their voices, the men were probably fifty yards away, far enough for Jack to shut the rum cellar's entrance without causing a raucous. Sadly, Jack had misjudged how dim-witted the rum runners really were. "Did ya hear 'dat...? Nigel, ya hear dat thump?" questioned Mr. High-voice. Mr. Low-voice, now called Nigel, replied after a long pause, whispering, "Yeah, me thinks I did..." Damn it... bloody noise, Jack thought. There goes me surprising and mysterious entrance... was always the best part.
Governor Sparrow sat in pitch black cellar, listening to the men chat, as they approached. Suddenly, with a load "creak", the cellar door lifted up, sending a bright ray of sunlight into the pit, reflecting the stirred up sand. "Manny, me thinks someone's been 'ere," commented Nigel upon noticing a couple of the broken bottles on the ground. Well, at least I know both of their names, Jack commented in his head as he sat in the shadow, unseen by the couple. Guess this is the opportune moment... "Would ya like some rum?" Jack said innocently as he stepped out of the darkness with a bottle in each hand. Surprisingly, both men stared blankly at him. Not a single "Shoot him!" was yelled. After a long pause, Nigel asked, "Who are ya?" Mimicking him, Manny added, "Yeah, who are ya?" Yet another long wait ensued, which was followed by a quick, "Smith... Mr. Smith...yes," from Jack, then clearing his throat and straightening his posture. "Oh," both said simultaneously. "Wait a sec, 'ave ya been drinkin' OUR rum?" Clearly, the two made the connection between Jack hiding in the cellar and the empty rum bottles. "Maybe we should step out into the lovely sunlight and straighten this all out?" Jack gave them a charming grin. It would seem that Captain Jack Sparrow had a plan.