just a bunch of bananas
Jack Sparrow walked around the deserted island with his boots off and a tall bottle of rum in one hand. It was a beautiful afternoon with a cool breeze and a warm sun that shone down upon the ocean, making the waves glitter and sparkle. Three people had been living on that island in sheer bliss for 3 weeks now, all three great friends, and each as different as the colors of the rainbow. Jack Sparrow, a pirate with gold teeth, dreadlocks, bandana, and more cleverness than Einstein himself, was one member of the trio. Another man, Edward, a pale looking gentlemen in a black leather suit, with crazy jet black hair, had large scissors where hands should have been. The last member of the group, a young man named Sam, was common looking enough, but he wore black and white striped pants with suspenders, a top hat, white shirt, and carried a cane around with him. These three characters had lived amongst themselves on a single island, miles and miles away from the people who'd placed them there. Jack, Edward, and Sam were all a part of an experiment testing to see what would happen if three completely different strangers were put together, and placed away from all other human life for one month. So far, things had been going quite well.
Each member of the group had been given one thing to help them get by on the island. Edward had been given a very large book of poetry to keep him busy, however, being as he had no hands, he could not turn the pages by himself and required assistance every once in a while. Jack had been given and entire crate full of rum, imported directly from the Caribbean island of Tortuga, the place he liked it the best. Sam had been given a basket containing a handful of plastic spoons, an avocado, and a book on the great Buster Keaton. Each person was told to use their items to their advantage. Jack's crate of rum was nearly empty.
Jack continued his drunken waltz around the island with his rum bottle in hand, occasionally tripping over an invisible obstacle here and there. Jack was looking for some bananas to go with his rum and hadn't found any after an hour of searching. For the third time Jack passed Sam, who was reading his Keaton book silently to himself, and Edward who was standing at the foot of a palm tree and staring up at a coconut attached to it. Jack stopped abruptly and squinted up at the tree Edward was looking at. Jack looked past the tree and his eyes found satisfaction as he saw a bunch of bananas in the tree beside it.
"HA! There they are!" Jack exclaimed.
Sam looked up from his book and followed Jack's gaze to the bananas he was staring at. He grabbed his cane and hopped over to Jack.
"Now to get them down. Here mate, hold this for us will ya?" Jack said, handing Sam his rum. Sam took it in his hand and sniffed it as Jack stumbled to the banana tree. Jack looked up and down the tree and finally leaped onto it, wrapping his arms and legs around the trunk. He tried to scramble up, but he slowly slid to the base of the tree. Jack tried it once more but received the same result. Cursing, he got up and folded his arms, staring at the bananas he craved. Sam handed Jack his bottle of rum and marched over to the tree. He looked around the tree's base and with a nod of satisfaction, stood atop a rock and pulled up his sleeves. He grabbed the very end of his cane and steadied himself. Then, Sam leaped from the rock, swinging his cane in a sad attempt to knock the bananas out of the tree, but hit only air. He repeated the stunt and missed the sweet fruit by at least a foot each time. Sam sat down on his leaping rock and shrugged. Edward, who had been watching the whole ordeal silently shuffled over to his friends and looked up at the tree. He flicked out his scissors and started hacking at the tree. A few minutes later they were sitting around each other munching on the lovely bunch of bananas that had been so difficult to get.