Day 3

"Come on Jack! Come and sit with us." Anamaria called.

Jack shouted back "I would if I could move" he had been lying in the same position all night, in too much pain to stand up.

"Stop being such a wuss! Come and get some breakfast, we're having Rum and roasted turtle." She replied drinking down rum as she did so.

" I think I'll pass on the turtle, but I'll take you up on the rum offer!"

Jack staggered to his feet and stumbled over to join the small party.

He sat himself down next to Anamaria, almost squashing a kid as he did so, who moved out of the way just in time, shouting and raving at him. Jack, who didn't seem to notice, took a bottle from the centre and swigged the rum down his throat. A pile of shells lay next to the bottles, giant turtle shells.

"Why keep the shells?" Jack questioned, because it seemed a pointless thing to do.

"They're very useful, because they float on water, you can make rafts out of them and suchlike." she replied.

"We eat the meat first of course" she continued.

"Of course..." he replied sarcastically, trying not to be sick.

'I have to get out of here fast, or I'm goin' to starve! I think turtle eater here has just provided me with a way off, a raft.' Ideas were building inside Jacks head.

Standing up, he made his excuses to Anamaria like she was his mother, took twenty turtle shells for 'experimenting' and swaggered off to the beach. He stopped off at the rope store on the way, he wasn't exactly stealing, it had been part of him and anyway, he was a pirate.

Reaching the beach, Jack set to work straight away, assembling the shape of a raft in the water and lashing it together with rope. After about an hours work, it was ready to sail. Before leaving, Jack made a quick stop at the rum store to retrieve his weapons which he had left there the day previous and also to stock up on 'vital supplies'. He then climbed onto the raft, pushing off from the shore. The only thing was, Jack hadn't tested it. Very soon, water started to glisten through the shells of the raft. Jack stood up, knowing it was sinking, accidentally tipping the raft as he did so, ending up floundering in the water. Glancing back at the beach, he caught sight of Anamaria watching him, in hysterics at his antics.

As the raft submerged, Jack swam back to the shore and nightmare island loomed before him again.

"Jack, just be patient, please, a few more days and the store will be complete. You'll get a passage off when we're ready." she groaned.

"Alright, alright, I'll wait!" Jack replied, trying to hide his excitement as a new idea entered his brain. Anamaria sighed, and left Jack alone with his thoughts.

"Why didn't I think of it before, I'm a pirate for goodness sake, I'll just steal her boat!"

A few minutes later, Jack rounded the bend to where the boat was anchored, to find the area quiet. He quickly boarded and was very pleased to find rum already in the hold. Checking nobody was around, Jack lifted the anchor, and rejoicing, climbed the steps to the ships wheel.

Jack smiled to himself as he ran his hands over the smooth surface, guiding the boat out of the bay. The wind seemed to come out of nowhere, lifting his dreadlocks and filling the sails to carry him far from this cursed place.

A noise from the shore made him turn to look, Anamaria, shouting and ranting. Jack just smiled and waved cheerily at her distress, it was her turn to be marooned.

The ship continued straight for a few miles, until, on the horizon, he sighted a ship. Even from here, Jack knew it was his ship, the pearl. As he watched, he saw a figure step off the gang plank, a cannon strapped to his boots, to carry him down to the murky depths of Davy Jones locker. Jack knew in that instant, that his only friend was no more.

Over the next ten years, Jack became known across the Caribbean for piracy, but even more so for his miraculous escape off the island. This story slightly changed over the years, maybe for the better, but changed none the less.

Jack stood on the mast of his ship, watching the horizon for Port Royal, his next destination. But that's another story...