well, you asked for it, and here it is: more of my bananas story. I really hope you like it! By the way, the forest/jungle type thing on the island has coconut trees, banana trees, and a bunch of regular everyday trees, he he he, i guess you could say it's a very diverse story. Well let's get a'readin' ! ENJOY!

Part Two

After their snack, Sam pulled out is white handkerchief from his pocket and started polishing his plastic spoons, while Jack made a "sand angel". Edward just sat and stared at Jack, who was moving his arms up and down in the sand, drunkenly humming to himself. Jack sat up and yawned and grinned at Edward.

Edward just blinked and said, "Jack, would you like a haircut?"

Jack looked at the sharp tools of Edwards, which still had a few wooden shavings from the tree on them, and smiled saying, "not today mate,". Jack reached down and took hold of Edward's hand and picked the remaining bits of palm tree from his scissors. He flicked one piece at Sam, and hit him on top of his head. Sam looked up towards the sky and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Jack put Edward's arm back down just in time, as Sam looked at him, and then returned to polishing his spoons.

"Would you care for some?" Jack asked Edward, as he rose his bottle of rum in the air.

"What is it?" Edward asked Jack.

"It's rum. Finely crafted with all the sweet goods, to make a man feel, heavenly. Gets you quite bashed after a while too," Jack said, and downed some more rum. Jack scooted closer to Edward and helped him tip the bottle to his lips so Edward could sip the amber liquid. Edward rose his eyebrows and coughed saying, "it tastes like lemonade,".

Sam put his handkerchief back in his pocket and picked up two newly polished plastic spoons. He grabbed his cane and laid it across his lap. Jack and Edward looked at Sam curiously as he started bobbing his head to a silent beat. Sam then started tapping his spoons on his cane and continued to bob his head to the beat. Jack grinned and Edward smiled, nodding to the beat as well, making loose strands of black hair fall into his eyes. They were coming to realize that Sam was the live entertainment while they were on the island because just the night before, Sam dug a 6 foot hole in the sand, climbed in, and using a palm leaf and a stick, performed a puppet show.

The sun sank low in the evening sky, giving it a pink and orange hue. The wind was a cool Caribbean breeze, and carried the smell of salt water through the air. Jack looked up and stretched saying, "it'll be dark soon, we should probably make a fire,". Jack climbed to his feet and said, "Edward, come along mate, I could use those fine instruments of yours,". Edward rose to his feet and he and Jack marched into the trees behind them.

Jack and Edward passed tall thick trees with vines that hung down from their branches and fallen coconuts were scattered across the earth. They stopped at a sad-looking tree that appeared to be dead, or at least dying.

"Alright mate, attack" Jack said pointing at the tree in front of them.

Edward obediently shuffled to the tree and swung his scissors at a long mangled branch attached to it. The wood splintered and broke in half, falling to the ground. Jack's gold teeth glinted as he grinned at Edward, who continued to cut more from the tree. Fifteen minutes or so later, Jack and Edward had a very impressive stack of wood sitting at their feet.

The sky was growing dark as the two of them marched out of the trees, arms full of tree branches. When they reached the beach they dumped the wood in the sand and searched for Sam.

"Sam?" Edward asked, looking around. Jack had grabbed some pieces of wood and started arranging them into a lopsided teepee. He gently added one last piece to the pile he was so expertly working on, and it collapsed. Cursing, Jack got up and kicked sand.

"Sam, where are you?" Edward called. There was a rustling in the tree behind him and Edward looked up to see Sam hanging upside down from a branch by two legs. He looked at Edward and removed his hat and made a polite gesture towards Edward. Edward smiled and bent over, twisting his head so he was looking upside down at Sam. Sam jumped down from the tree and turned his attention towards Jack, who was still trying to arrange firewood.

Each time Jack would be nearly finished and when he went to add the last piece of wood it would all fall to pieces. Giving up, Jack threw the wood into a pile and started to light it. Jack was furiously rubbing two sticks together when Sam and Edward approached him. Jack looked up at them and continued his attempt to spark a flame.

"So, what's on the menu tonight?" Sam asked.

When they had first begun their stay on the island, they were given 3 crates full of food, one for each week. This being the fourth and final week, and the food all gone, Sam, Edward, and Jack now had to fend for themselves.

"Fish," said Jack flatly.

Edward smiled broadly and said, "I love when we have fish,".

"that's interesting, since all we've had for the past four days is fish. Fish, fish, and more bloody FISH!" Jack said, agitated that he could not start a fire. In a huff, he threw the sticks down hard and up sparked a small orange flame.

Sam smiled and Jack straightened himself up, saying, "And that's how it's done gentlemen,".