chapter 8

Jackie fell and Lizzie sent down her lucky oar, for luck and use. Still, Lizzie couldn't help but cry. If the gorge had a solid floor, he'd die. She cared for Jackie. But, she couldn't think about him now. The cannibles were approaching. Lizzie drew her sword from its sheath.

"No." Jack said, "Put it back. Perhaps we could reason with them." She did as he said and put her sword back. The cannibles arrived, all fifty of them. They cut open the ball with their spears and dragged the two out.

"Take their swords and throw them into the gorge." said their leader. Two people grabbed them and took the swords and threw them into the gorge. Then, two others tied Jacks hands together and then Lizzies.

"Jack? Jack Sparrow?" said their leader, "Why would you be coming back to our island?"

"Theirs a time to retrieve something I left, and a time to talk. If you let me and my friend leave to retrieve what I left, we'll leave your merry island. Savvy?" Jack said. The leader had a deep chuckle.

"You're the same as always Jack. Always getting into nad out of trouble with your mouth." he said, "But you won't be able to talk your way out of this trouble. Take them to the village!" Spears were pricking them to walk, and they obeyed. Through trees and rocks and everything else they walked. When they fell they just get kicked to get up. Then, faintly, Lizzie heard something, a yell.

"Could it be Jackie?"she thought, but she didn't have much time to think. She was pushedonward, and onward she went. She was as afraid as Jack was about what was going to happen to them when they reached their village. Then, they arrived. It was a small village. It had a view of the beach and had sun shining through the canopy of palm leaves. Lizzie noticed a small river that provided their water supply, and after seeing a few skeletons lying around,she knew where they get their food. They stood in front of the village as they were inspected by the villagers. They were trying to decide which one should they eat, the Skinny Lizzie or the Tall Jack. It was Jack who they decided on. They took Jack into a hut and a few minutes later, he came back with wierd make up that made him look like he had more than just two eyes on his face. Lizzie had a little chuckle.

"My people, I present to you, our dinner!" said the leader

"Wait! May I do one thing first?" Jack asked. He took out his gun, aimed it in the air and unleashed a loud bang.

"AH! That was loud!" Lizzie said.Jack was then tied to a long stick and the ends were put on these two sticks and a fire was started beneath him. One stayed while evreyone in the village went out hunting, all forty-nine.

"Great. How are you getting out of this one Jack?Jackie's probably dead and now your going to die to make sure he is dead." she said, getting sad again. Jack was trying to blow out the fire as the cannible was being drawn to a bush

"You know that's not working."

"At least I'm trying! We need help."

"We need a miracle." There was then a large klunk then a thud. They both looked over to an unconciouse cannible. Then they heard a familiar voice.

"You called for a miracle?"