A/N: Okay, so the last part of this has some Spanish in it. I don't speak Spanish. I took French in high school. So I used Please don't blame me if it's wrong and the translations will be added at the end. Thanks for the great reviews and I hope you like this chapter as well!
thomthom
At World's End: Chapter 10
Jack didn't think he could swim anymore. His whole body felt heavy. The water was so cold that his hands and feet were numb. And conveniently, just when he thought he couldn't swim any longer, land was in sight. Only about a half a mile more. His plan to give up and drown was abandoned. He swam with a renewed morale to get to shore.
He stood up as he got into shallow water and stumbled to land. He took one look around and fell face down into the sand.
He slept, because he was sober and because he was exhausted. He was sure that this beach didn't have any rum at all, because he saw no people. Without the rum, he started to remember her: her eyes, the color of the ocean; her dark, curly hair; her long legs. And despite spending time as a pirate, she had soft, smooth skin. Oh, how that skin felt against his own.
When he awoke again, he realized that he had a mouth full of sand. He spit it out. "Bugger!"
He pushed himself to his knees and then stood up completely. Jack looked around and contemplated his situation. "Bugger," he said once again and began to stomp up and down. "But," he started, "if I'm stuck here, at least my Hell had palm trees and white sand beaches."
Jack started to walk. And walk. Finding only more sand and more water. "Not good," he mumbled. So he decided to venture into the jungle, even though his past trips haven't been that entirely safe. Well, he managed to keep his sword and gun, so maybe he'd be all right. He was, after all, Captain Jack Sparrow.
Jack walked cautiously through the leafy vegetation. After what seemed like hours of walking, he came to a small village. The women weaving paid him no attention, but the men stopped him. "Also not good."
"Qué hace usted aqui?" the man asked.
Jack not knowing what the man said, answered, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." He flailed his arms, as if this would help the language barrier. "I'm here all by my onesies and could really, really use some rum!" He made a drinking motion, moving his hand up and down.
Another man approached Jack. "Hay más de usted piratea la venida?" he questioned, pointing his finger in Jack's face.
Two young men came running and were out of breath. "Nosotros lo segumos. El está solo. Ningunos barcos."
One of the older men nodded. "No los dañe. El debaser un dios." The man turned to one of the women, "tráigale alguna agua." The woman stopped her weaving and went off.
Jack, all the while, stood looking confused. His head turned to each person as they spoke the foreign language.
The woman came back and handed Jack a liquid in a wooden bowl. Jack was hoping that it was rum but didn't quite have the coloring. He took a sip and spit it out. "No more water! Why is there never any rum?"
The group assembled was taken aback at Jack's outburst.
"Nosotros lo debemos hacer nuestro jefe."
"Por qué?"
"Ningún hombre puede aparcer apenas fuera del agua."
The crowd nodded at the old man's statement and they ushered him to the other side of the village.
"This can't be good," Jack said to no one in particular as the crowd pushed him.
"Qué hace usted aqui?" – What are you doing here?
"Hay más de usted piratea la venida?" – Are there more of you pirates coming?
"Nosotros lo segumos. El está solo. Ningunos barcos." – We followed him. He is alone. No ships.
"No los dañe. El debaser un dios." -- Do not harm him. He must be a god.
"Tráigale alguna agua." – Fetch him some water.
"Nosotros lo debemos hacer nuestro jefe." – We must make him our chief.
"Por qué?" – Why?
"Ningún hombre puede aparcer apenas fuera del agua." – No man can just appear.