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Chapter 3: Dead's End
While the crew of the Silver Bullet was searching for him, Jack Sparrow was still in the stomach of the Kraken. Whole, but prisoner.
"Hey, you, Beastie. Can you hear me? It's been a pleasure travelling with you, but don't you think our trip has been long enough?"
No response.
"Ah, probably you don't speak English, I see. Well, if at least I could have some rum, I could get drunk and not think about it anymore…" he mused, once again sitting in that smelly place that was the Kraken's belly.
Some time later, however, Captain Jack Sparrow was granted his wish. He was sleeping, not too peacefully to tell the truth, when he was spitted out by the beast, an island visible at the horizon.
Finding himself suddenly in the water, Jack woke up, and grinned, seeing the retreating form of the giant squid.
"Hey, Beastie, you're so kind!" he said. "Aye, you really are" he added then, turning to see where he was.
"You could have been even kinder and could have spitted me a bit nearer to the land, luv" he mumbled, starting to swim.
Hours later, he crashed on the white sand of the beach, exhausted. "Boy, if I knew it was so tiring I would have stayed into dear ol' Beastie…" he mumbled. "I'm so tired I can't even stand up and search some rum, damn!"
However, he was safe and for what he could say, he was alive. "But I'm without my Pearl!" he whined, after he regained some strength. Then he decided that he better search the island for something to eat or at least some rum to drink.
Wandering on the white sand, he came to some wrecked ships. He inspected them, one by one, and managed to get some supplies. He got food for at least a week and lots of rum. Which probably would still last less than the food, knowing him.
First thing he did was to accumulate those things on the beach, where he established his "base", and then he took a long, long swig from a bottle.
"Ah, now things are looking up. At least, I have rum" he exclaimed satisfied.
Still with the bottle in one hand, he started wandering in the woods behind the beach, although a bit wary. Last time he did something like that he almost got cooked.
"Not good" he commented thinking back to that experience. But in the woods there was no sign of living creatures.
"Bloody Hell, where am I? There are no animals, no men, and especially no women on this island!" he bellowed, sitting once again on the sand, drinking his rum.
"Jack Sparrow, you won't find one single living creature here" a voice came to his ears.
"What? I'm not so drunk to hear voices yet!" he protested, then focusing better he saw something that resembled a ghost in front of him. "Who are you, and why are you so pallid? The sun does you no good, mate"
"I'm dead, Jack" the ghost said. "Everyone here is"
"But I'm not dead. Am I?" he said, taking another sip from the bottle.
"No, you are not. Not for now, at least, which means you still have something to do on this Earth. I don't know what, but surely you do, or you would be dead like me. So, my advice is, go away from here, and do what you must"
"But who are you?" Jack asked, squinting his eyes.
"I? I'm just a sailor, you probably don't know me, but I've heard of you. In my whole life I've dreamed to be in your crew, so now I'm doing what I can to "save" you, if you can call that so…"
"Oh"
Jack studied the ghost for a while. "Can you tell me something, sailor? Why are those ships here?"
"Jack Sparrow, you're at Dead's End, if you haven't understood that" the ghost said, almost losing its patience.
"I suspected it. So those are wrecked ships come to rest here for the eternity, right?"
"You're smarter than I thought, Jack"
"I fool everyone, thanks" he said, with a slight bow.
"But you're just a bit wrong. Those ships did not technically sink, they arrived here brought by the sea, once their crew was dead. They wrecked on the island, not before arriving here"
"That's just a technicality, lad" Jack said, moving with his usual stagger.
Finally, Jack and the ghost parted ways, and the captain took a boat from the wrecked ships, loaded it with food but mostly rum.
"Never sail without enough rum, that's the first rule" he said, accompanying it with ample gestures of his hands. Staggering a bit, he pushed the boat in the water, and started rowing.
"Ok, so now I'm going away from here, but where am I going?" he wondered.
Thinking was not something that went well with having drunk so much, so it took some time before Jack remembered one precious thing in his possess.
"My compass! I'll use it to go toward what I want more in this world!" he exclaimed, opening it. The dial spun madly, without never stopping.
"Ok, so, what is that I want more than anything on this world?" he asked himself closing his eyes.
"Let's see, there's the Pearl, but that has been sunk. There's rum, but I've got it here. There's Elizabeth, but it is not a good idea, after all if I'm here it is her fault, then there is Davy Jones' heart. Aye, the heart. I need that!"
Concentrating, he managed to make his compass work, and started rowing in the direction it pointed.
Captain Jack Sparrow was once again on the sea.