When the fire was big enough, Jack and Sam tried to catch their dinner…..in the moonlight.
"Edward, would you like to help?" Sam asked Edward.
"no, I don't like to hurt the fishes, just eat them," Edward said, sitting by the fire.
Sam rolled up his pant legs, and took off his hat. Jack was standing by the fire chugging his rum. Sam rose his eyebrows as Jack took off his pants and shirt and threw them across the beach. In just his underwear, Jack ran out and dove into the water. He came up sputtering shouting, " Bloody Hell! It's freezing!".
Sam slowly waded out into the water and stared at the surface of the ocean. He paid attention to every glimmer, every ripple in hopes of finding a fish. A flicker of movement caught his eye and he snatched at the water, only to be disappointed by bringing his hand up empty. He brushed his soft brown hair out of his eyes and tucked it behind his ears as he readied himself for another go at the fish.
Jack was acting absolutely ridiculous. He'd found some seaweed and draped it over his head, and was now twirling about in the water, shouting, "Sam look! I'm a pretty girl! I'm a pretty girl!".
Sam rose his eyebrows and smiled at the scene before him: a completely smashed, very famous Jack Sparrow, dancing around and acting like a woman. While occupied with his "feminine frolic", Jack paid no attention to the fact that he was moving further and further out to sea. Jack suddenly slipped on a rock and submerged beneath the water. Sam didn't know what was happening until he saw Edward go leaping in the water.
A minute went by and still there was no sign of Jack. Edward kicked his legs as fast as they could go and ducked under the water. A few seconds later, he emerged, arms wrapped around a dazed Jack Sparrow. Sam hurried over to help them, and he and Edward pulled Jack up the beach and near the fire.
"Jack?" Edward asked, peering closely at Jack's face.
Jack coughed and blinked up at Edward, smiling and saying, " 'Ello darling".
Edward and Sam smiled. Jack tried to sit up, but Sam held him firmly to the ground saying, "Stay here and rest for a bit, you're in no shape to go back in the water yet. Stay here and keep Edward company will ya?"
Jack laid back down and sighed. Sam tossed Jack his clothes, and grabbing a sharp stick headed back out to the water. Jack glanced over at Edward who was gazing at the fire, jet black hair still dripping from his heroic rescue.
"thank you, Edward," Jack said.
Edward turned his eyes toward Jack and said, "you're welcome,".
"I do some pretty stupid things after I've had a drink…or two," Jack said, amusingly adding that last bit.
Sam returned after a half an hour or so, carrying six small fish in his arms.
"well if he can do it…" Jack said, sitting up and putting his clothes on. Edward chopped off some more sticks from a nearby tree and passed them around. The three of them sat around roasting their fish and talking amongst themselves, for the last time on the island.
Jack, Sam, and Edward fell asleep that night with the sounds of the crackling fire and the calming hush of the ocean's waves, upon which, a most peculiar thing was on it's way to meet them.