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Chapter 2 Island MemoriesLying on me back or was I on me face. I was in a state of confusions and wondering where I was. I felt cold but strangely warm too. I could feel the ebb of the ocean. I was in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the tides. I felt myself in the warm water and I knew I was far beneath the waves. WOO how long have I been here. Am I dead? It was a cool endless world and it was silent. The silence was creeping me out so I drew in a long gasp of air and of course took in a lot of water. I surfaced and I realized tall towering white caps were surrounding me. The water was slashing at me face and body. I remembered that bloody boom and I could not believe that I Captain Jack Sparrow, fell off me own ship. I would be giving AnaMaria a lot of grief right now if she were standing in front of me. But the only thing in front of me was water, white foaming water. I was looking for something to grab. Surely one of those scabrous dogs on board would be throwing me a rope. Maybe with some luck there was a scrap of wood to lash out for or a giant sea turtle. Yes, anything would have been appreciated. I knew I had a fine crew and they would not leave their captain to become a tasty morsel for sharks. Would they?
I realized The Pearl was no were to be seen so I had to fight my own battle with the sea. I immediately made sure I had me effects. I found me pistol in my belt and my cutlass in its sheath. If there was anything in these rough waters that wanted a piece of me they were going to have to fight for it. I began to swim. I just picked a direction and moved as quickly as I could. I was choking and gasping for air. The sting of the salt water blinded me. I thought I could hear voices of my comrades but then there was nothing. If the Black Pearl was out there I could not see it. My survival instincts kicked in. I was not going to let the sea get the best of good old Jack. Oh no! If I can fight cursed pirates and I can get me ship back from Barbossa, then there should be no problems surviving this perilous adventure.
I swam a long way. Not wanting to brag on meself but I have always been a strong and swift swimmer. It seemed like hours of pulling myself through the waves and I must admit I had no feelings left in any of me appendages. My arms were just moving mechanically now. Like I said it was me survival instincts taking over. I eventually approached a coral reef and with a bit more swimming I pulled me self up on a small island. It was a small spit of land. It reminded me of the island Barbossa made me governor of. I swore to meself I would never be marooned again on an island. Of course I was not marooned. I was cast off into the sea by a storm, not by betrayers and mutineers. With that thought in me head I was elated to be on this patch or sea washed sand. Yes, Captain Jack Sparrow has survived to tell another tale.
I lay there breathing hard and then me mind started playing games with me. I conjured up an image of a beautiful woman. Her hair was long and flowing, her silhouette in the fading light be stilled me heart and her eyes were full of love and understanding. I gazed into her eyes for a long moment. Then I swept her up into me arms and kissed her. Yes, I was back on me small little island with the girl I had found. Yes, with the young whelps strumpet, the one he would die for. I was kissing Miss Elizabeth Swann. Her warm arms wrapped around me body. Her soft skin caressing me chest and her hair falling down into me face while we locked lips. Then it happened, the surf came and smacked me in the face. Not just once but twice. I really didn't deserve that. I was bought out of my dreaming state to find I was tangled up in seaweed, me own hair was hanging in me face and I had a mouth full of sand. I slowly started to get my bearings and wished I were back on that small island of mine with Elizabeth, I mean Miss Swann. I will never forget the night she and I hoisted up our bottles of rum. I shared me dreams with her and she shared hers with me. We agreed I was the most fearsome pirate in the whole ocean. We agreed I was despicable. We were both peas in a pod. We were both drunk. I do believe she was a slight tipsier than I. I knew what I wanted. I am not a man to waste time. When I see something I want I go for it and pay the consequences later. I am not sure what she wanted that night but we both fell into each other's arms. The fire I had built was warm and hypnotizing. We sang, we danced, we drank and yes we made love. Oh I am quite sure the rum helped a lot but it was beautiful and so was she. When the night was through she was Lizzy to me and I was Jack to her. No Captain Jack Sparrow for my girl. I was just plain Jack. She could call me anything she wanted too. Yes, anything because she was now mine and I belonged to her.
To this day the memories of that island and of my Lizzy haunt me. I told her it would never have worked between us, darling. I'm sorry. My love is the Black Pearl…my freedom…the sea. Her love is William Turner, her boyhood friend, her rescuer. She would never love me the way she loves Will. Or could she? Does she? Who am I fooling?
I may be daft but I am not a fool. I scrambled to me feet I had to do something. I set off to find wood and food. I would do anything for a bottle of rum now. I gathered some wood and built a fire. I sat on the beach and looked out at the sea. I scanned the horizon in hopes to see black sails of me Pearl, or even white sails of a passing ship. I had to get off this island and find me crew. The sound of the lapping waves and the motion of the sea mesmerized me and I fell asleep humming to meself. "Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!" Little did I know that while I was drifting in the Caribbean my Lizzy, I mean Miss Swann, was looking for me.