A/N: since I got such great reception, here's the next scene! I have added Johnny's character from The Astronaut's Wife. I know not many people have probably seen it so...I will say that it is an amazing move!!!!!!! Johnny is soooo hott!!!!!!! WATCH IT!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

(Several hours later. SAM and EDWARD have finished their game of pirates with GLEN and are now back working on their hut. HANSON and GLEN are still in search of pins for their bowling alley, having found a coconut tree and decided to use them as balls. Going farther and farther from camp, they stumble through a palm tree grove and find another man sitting on the beach about 1/2 a mile from camp. SPENCER ARMACOST sits, staring into space, almost in a trance-like state.)

GLEN: Who's that?

HANSON: Like I know. (slowly approaches SPENCER, taps him on the shoulder.) Excuse me? Sir? (SPENCER doesn't even flinch.)

GLEN: Hey man! Hello-oo?!

HANSON: Glen! Knock it off.

(SPENCER looks up)

SPENCER: I live there!

GLEN: Oh. Kay.

HANSON: That's good. You got a name cowboy?

SPENCER: I"m not a f-ing cowboy! F-ing A! I'm an astronaut!

HANSON: Well, that's cool. You hungry? Sam's cooking supper. Join us. It'll be fun.

SPENCER: I live there!

HANSON: Yeah, you told us that already.

GLEN(moves to SPENCER and pulls him up off the ground.): C'mon. Let's go.

(SPENCER, GLEN and HANSON get back to camp where SAM and EDWARD have finished building the hut and SAM now has a blazing fire burning. JACK and EDWARD are in the water. EDWARD is spearing fish with his blades, while JACK tries wrestling them instead. MORT is standing near the water, shouting instructions to JACK in a thick southern drawl. Shooter's here. ABBERLINE sits, back to a tree, not facing them, absorbed in a book he's managed to salvage. GLEN HANSON and SPENCER enter, and everyone looks up at the newcomer.)

MORT: Who the hell is that?

HANSON: We've found your alter ego Morty.

MORT: You got you a wrong number mister. Ain't no Mort here. Mort's dead.

HANSON: I see my point was well taken.

(SPENCER reaches out to shake MORT'S hand)

SPENCER: Commander Spencer Armacost. Pleased to meet you.

MORT: John Shooter. I'm a dairy farmer from Mis'isippi.

GLEN: UGH! Would you give it up already man? You are not John Shooter. There is no John Shooter. Your name is Morton Rainey.

HANSON: Spencer, this is Mort Rainey, our resident schizophrenic author. Then there's Sam, the Martha Stewart of the island. That hut is his handywork, with the help of the swiss army knife, Edward over there. And over behind that tree is Inspector Frederick Abberline, he's in law, like me. And the guy with the fish (JACK promptly drops the fish he had) okay, without the fish. Is Jack Sparrow--

JACK(looks up from his intent gaze on the fish): CAPTAIN! Captain, Jack Sparrow, if you please sir.

HANSON: Sorry, Captain, Jack Sparrow. He's a pirate. And you've already met Glen. Everyone, this is Commander Spencer Armacost. He's an astronaut.

(EDWARD, fish speared on each finger looks up)

EDWARD: An astronaut? Cool! Have you ever seen an alien Mr. Armacost?

(EDWARD and SPENCER continue chatting in the background as EDWARD goes to the fire and SAM shows him how to roast the fish)

JACK(splashing, diving, slipping, falling): Almost got ye! (JACK finally manages to get ahold of a fish around the middle. He smiles proudly.) I've got one! Ye'll always remember this as the day that you almost escaped from Captain, Jack Sparr---(the fish escapes) Oh...Damn.

SAM: Just forget it Jack, we've got enough already. Just wash up for supper.

JACK: Wash up? Did ye jus' tell me ta wash up?

SAM: Yeah. That's what I said.

JACK: Now listen closely lad, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Nobody tells me to wash up.

SAM: Then I guess you'll have to go hungry.

JACK: Wha--? Tha's not right. (Turns to HANSON for help) Tommy?

HANSON: You heard him Jack. Clean up or no food.

JACK: Whose side are you on?

HANSON: I'm a police officer. You're a pirate. Any further explination needed?

(JACK puts his arm around HANSON, much to his dismay, and drags him away from the group. Out of their hearing range.)

JACK: Listen mate...you help me I help you.

HANSON: What are you talking about?

JACK: Let's jus' say i's a matter of leverage...I can get you off this island. My plan has almos' been perfected.

HANSON: Great. And how do you plan to get us out of here? Sea turtles?

JACK: Aye...sea turtles...

A/N: hope you enjoyed it! R&R!!!!!!!!!!