Something about the eyes didn't seem right, and things seemed less right about the man Jack pulled from the brush. He was dark-skinned and wore a toga made of cowhide; Jack dragged him out kicking and screaming, but once he saw they'd do him no harm he quieted. Jack looked down on him clanked at the tattoos that spotted his revealed flesh; this must be an islander. "Hello." Jack held out his hand to the islander, whom backed away immediately. "Do you speak English?"

"You don't speak much of it yourself." A rueful smile spread across the islander's face, showing rows of sparkling white teeth. He was commenting on Jack's surly dialect, that was plan to see, and with reason because he spoke proper like a British.

Jack eyed his captive, another Brit, he had to make sure this one was defiantly a man. Which he was that was clear from the broad shoulders and barreled chest. "I'm Jack. Are you a native on this island?"

"Why of course, I've been here all my life. My name's Blake." Blake took Jack's hand, which he still held out, and shook it. "We have not seen Main Landers for over a decade and now we have two ships on the same day."

The information of another boat made Jack stiffen. Islanders were harmless, too primitive to even worry about, but another ship was deadly. "Who else is here?"

"They call the captain Garrison."

"Never heard of him." Jack knew many captains, he liked to think of himself as worldly, but the name Garrison didn't come to mind.

A chuckle shook Blake as his smile widened. "You'll see," He said, "You'll see."

(Break)

June woke in total darkness, the nightscape blinding her; it was really late. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust, but with one look around she noticed the cave was empty. She climbed off her pallet and grabbed her trousers and shirt, slipping them on quietly so that she didn't disturb the night. From the cave mouth she noticed the fire was going, but there was no one around it that she could see. The cold wind prodded her down the slope, which her bare feet descended lithely, to the fireside. The flames danced ad twirled methodically, licking her skin with warmth, she bundled up beside it and watched the movement.

It seems they had deserted her but how, the ship was still there, and where to. Jack probably thought she wouldn't wake up, so he left exploring. The thing is that she did wake up, despite the slight pain from her sore rib, and she felt -- forgotten. Now that was an odd feeling, what did she care if he left her- alone- in the wild? Now that she thought about it there might be beasts, she found herself snuggling deeper into herself, in the dark of night many things could happen with no one there to save her.

There was a rustle in the near by woods that stilled her blood. "Probably just Jack on his way back." She thought to herself out loud to calm her nerves. Looking around wildly her eyes lit upon a smoke signal in the sky. That's probably where they were and it wasn't that far off, maybe she could run to it and find them; find Jack. The rustling grew louder as it came her way she could almost follow the sound to a nearby bush.

"Jack- is that you?" The only reply was a deep growl.

June sprang to her feet and ran through the woods towards the smoke signal as fast as her legs could carry her.

(Break)

Jack found his hands on a bottle of rum again, as he stared intently into the fire. Blake and a group of other natives danced wildly around the fire, mimicking animals and telling stories with their bodies always in motion. Drums beat in rhythm with their voices as they rose in song. It was all so festive, and the rum was good. Jack couldn't get his mind off June though, whom he had left sleeping, and the mysterious captain, he had yet to meet.

His men who he had sent to search the island had been held up here, but now they were reunited with the rest of the crew. The promised fest left the captain's tummy a grumbling, and just as he got his mind focused on that instead of June a line of females filed out of a hut dishes in hand. The girls twirled and whirled to the beat of the dancers as they brought the food to the males' attention.

One dark- skinned, dark eyed dancer floated her way over to Jack, bending over to place the dish in front of him. He was more attracted to her exposed cleavage than to the food, but he managed to catch her broad smile. The taught muscles in her stomach swam in front of him a dance within itself, her hips moved, and her feet jumped; each as a whole beautiful. She found his way into his lap and was just in the middle of entrancing him with her lips, when a scream cut through the air.

Jack got to his feet quickly pushing the girl off, "June."

The scream shook the trees again; without thinking Jack ran towards the sound, fear seizing him. As he reached the trees that bordered the clearing he saw that someone was already there. It was a man tall and broad shouldered, and he wasn't a native. As another scream filled Jack's ears he saw June sprint from the shadows, and into the arms of the waiting stranger. Instantly the screams halted.

A wave of jealousy shook Jack as he witnessed the shivering June in another man's arm. Her head found its comfort in his shoulder, as her arms wrapped about his waist; and his arms were wrapped as well around her. Jack's attention was taken away from the seen as Blake and the dancing girl arrived. The girl found her way to Jack's side, but he no longer took comfort in her presence.

"Is everyone all right?" Blake strode forward, and June found her way out of the man's arms.

"Yeah." Her cheek's burned in embarrassment. "I was just scared, that's all. The dark of night makes peaceful things become cruel."

"That it does." The man replied.

As if seeing the man for the first time June's eyes became wide, and then she realized their position and stepped away. She looked around at the strange faces and saw Jack. "Jack." The girl beside him caught her eye and the words she might have said fell flat.

"Jack," Blake gained everyone's attention avoiding the silence, "Meet Captain Garrison."

The man's eyes narrowed, bringing out his slight receding hairline, he held out his hand curtly. "Captain."

"Captain." Jack took his hand in a strong grip. He didn't like this guy and it had nothing to do with June; or did it.