A/N- Don't mind this too much, this was just something my Tech. teacher had us do. He has this big file database sort of bit for Word and he had us use one of the openings for a story…and this came out of it. xD It was typed up in 10 minutes, so I know it stinks...and it's extremely short. :D Look for my fanfic- Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean, though I wish I did.

The wind whispered through the palms, bending with the rush of the surf on the crystal white sand. Jack Sparrow waited patiently, waiting for a sign. Of something. Anything. Unfortunately, the pirate was getting rather bored of sitting out alone on the island. He had been marooned by his own crew, given only a pistol with a single shot. Luckily, Jack had managed to steer Barbossa, the primary mutineer, in the direction of this very isle. The island Jack now resided on was a cache for the rum runners of the Caribbean. Jack had been on the island for two days, wondering what story he would tell when he got off. Jack would often times find himself lonely, watching only the waves and eating coconuts. At least he had the rum.