At World's End: Chapter 12
Jack sat, surrounded by these…people. His head throbbed. They gave him something to drink last night in place of the damn water and the rum. He'd drank so much of it that he spent the morning sick on the shore. No more of that stuff. It was only rum from now on for ol' Captain Jack. No more of that…what did he hear them say…ah, tequila.
Jack didn't want to be chief…again. He'd been there, done that. They tried to cook him last time. Nothing like being roasted on a spit to ruin a perfectly good day. These people didn't appear to be the Jack-eating kind, but he didn't want to take any chances. He decided to sneak out as soon as everyone went to sleep.
He took out his compass and squinted at it in the darkness. He headed out to the shore and walked. He did his usual walk for hours, but the sky never changed. He, however, should have been watching the vegetation. It slowly was starting to look shriveled and dead. As Jack watched ahead of him he began to see pieces of shipwrecks. Jack one more step forward and was immediately surrounded by men. Men he'd seen before. Men who mutinied on him.
"Welcome to the Dead Shores, Captain," the man laughed.
"But I'm not dead."
"Not yet," another one of the men said, laughing at him as well.
"Not good," Jack said as he looked around the men who were moving closer and closer.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I just wanted to update while I still had some of an idea in my head. Review please! All comments are welcome, as always!
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