A/N: Just a little more time in the past for this chapter, as well as review replies. I am posting chapter 2 & 3 at the same time because while 3 actually continues the story, 2 is just a tiny break with things that we can already guess from the movie. So if you DON'T wanna see what I think happened to Jack on the island (or about the mutiny), just skip to chapter 3.
And, about in chapter one when I had him muttering lyrics from the song, I only saw the deleted scene that shows that Elizabeth taught him the song afterwards. I am not changing it, I want to keep him muttering the song. The reason I mention this is cause he's gonna do it again here.
Jackeroe: JEEZ! It's like you're psychic or something! Stay out of my head and wait for me to post!
Daddy's girl's firend: Hey, Tammy! Yes, I know it's you! Well, you know that I know since I already e-mailed you about it.
Ace's Buddy: Here's more! Stop being a gimme-er, k? You're sounding like Veruca Salt!
One month later...
"Come in." Jack Sparrow muttered sleepily at the persistent knocker.
Barbossa walked in the cabin with four other men.
Jack looked from one to the other: Bo'sun, Koelher, Ragetti and Pintel.
They were all wearing rather angry looks. However, under the influence of some recent rum, Jack barely noticed.
"What's up, boys?" he said calmly.
"Well," Barbossa began "We've all got a few reasons not to be happy with what's been going on, Jack."
"When you hired us as your crew," Began Koelher, his dark skin looking sickly in the low light. "You promised plenty for all and that we could do anything we wanted."
"And this promise has not been fulfilled in what way?" Jack asked, calmly still, but he was barely sobering up.
"There was that girl that Pintel brought onboard while we were in port last time." Said Bo'sun, the veins in his muscular body flexing visibly.
"She was mine to 'ave, and you 'ad us turn 'er loose." Pintel added, sweat glistening on the top of his head where there was no hair, despite the fact that rest was shoulder-length.
"Pleasure company is allowed," Jack countered "But not rape. If the lady says no, then that oughta be good enough for ye."
"Why?" asked Ragetti, his false eye turning from side to side, while his normal eye remained motionless. "We's pirates."
"The definition of pirate is someone who commits piracy. Piracy is grand theft of goods. Rape is not a good."
"Well, there's more as well, Jack. We feel ye've been a little soft." Barbossa said the last bit with a mocking smile.
"I've killed my share as much as you have." Said Jack, feeling slightly alarmed.
"Oh, no. Ye kill when someone's in your way. But where's the fun? You never do it for fun. You avoid killing where ye can, and that sounds to me like cowardice."
Jack knew what they were getting at. Cowardice was considered a sign that the captain was not fit to fulfill his duties.
"It's easier to search a man when 'e's dead, Jack." Barbossa continued. "You don't seem to like making things easy for us."
"So you're calling me a coward." Said Jack, trying to remain calm as he stood up to face his men properly. "This is my ship, see? I give the orders, and I want you out of here, back to your duties, and see what you think of my behaviour during our next plunder."
"Oh, there's not gonna be a next plunder for you, Jack. You see, we're committing mutiny."
"Aha. And, um… the whole crew is agreed to this?"
"That they are."
Barbossa, Koelher, Ragetti and Pintel drew their pistols, while Jacoby stepped forward and grabbed Jack's wrists.
Jack knew this was not the opportune moment for fighting back.
"Here I am, walking the plank of me own ship." Jack muttered under his breath, standing on the edge of the plank, surveying the island they planned to leave him on. He turned to take one last look of what used to be his crew.
After a while, he noticed that someone was missing.
"Where's Bill?" he asked Barbossa.
"Oh, we didn' wanna take any chances. He's down in the brig. After we're safely away from ye, we'll be givin' 'im the choice of death or joinin' us properly."
Jack felt his heart sink.
"What about the code, Barbossa?"
"Ah, yes." Barbossa said, thinking along the same lines. "Someone bring forth Jack's effects. But make sure that there be only one shot for the pistol."
Barbossa took the effects from Pintel, and threw them into the water.
" 'ave a nice swim." He said.
Jack turned and dived. Despite having his hands tied, he managed to get to his things, which had sunk onto a piece of rock. After getting them, Jack turned over and used his feet to push off towards the surface.
He broke the surface a minute later, gasping for breath.
His hat was floating not too far away, and he used his feet to propel himself in the right direction.
Grabbing it in his teeth, he propelled himself as best he could towards the shore.
Once the water was shallow enough, he stood up, and began walking. Holding his hat in his hands, along with his effects, he waited until the water was at his ankles, turned, sat down, and watched as the Pearl sailed away.
"Barbossa is gonna die." Jack said aloud, though there was no one to hear him.
"I'm gonna kill you, Barbossa! Someday! I'm gonna kill you!"
Jack managed to use his sword to cut his ropes, then picked up all his things and walked onto the grassy land that was beyond the beach. He laid his jacket to dry in the sun, and left his hat there as well.
About a half-hour later, he was lying naked on the grass, his clothes drying not far from him. The island was small, and without a single soul besides himself.
"I am not going to die here." He muttered. "Barbossa and all the rest are gonna pay."
Later, dressed in his now dry clothes, Jack decided to walk a little more inland to see if he might find some fruit or something. The boots were still wet, so he was barefoot. As he crossed a patch of sand, he felt a sudden bit of pain in his foot.
Sitting down where he had been standing, Jack examined it, and found a splinter of wood in the area just below his big toe.
He removed it and looked at it curiously.
Where'd this bugger come from? he wondered.
Throwing it aside, he began to feel along the sand. He could feel a plank of wood, just below it.
Jack stood up and began jumping in place. He stopped, realising that there was a slight bounce.
"What have we here?" he wondered aloud, looking at the ground. Getting on all fours, he began feeling along the area, and found the edging to what he guessed was a trap door.
Making sure he wasn't on it, he tried to lift one of the edges.
The edge he tried happened to be one of the sides, so he shifted to grab the front and swing it open.
There was a small set of stairs leading to several wooden crates.
Let's see what we have here. He thought as he descended.
He opened the crate nearest him and found several corked bottles of a familiar-looking amber liquid.
He uncorked a bottle and tasted, just to be sure.
Grinning from the familiar taste, Jack brought it along with a few other bottles to his spot on the grass.
He took a long drink from the one he had opened, and smiled.
"Drink up me hearties, yo-ho." He said absent-mindedly.
A/N: And, as you all know, this is what he did for three days: he was lying on a beach drinking rum until the rumrunners came by and he was able to barter passage off. I can't think of what he would've bartered, so that's it.