Sparrow lay motionless on the sandy beach as Miss. Swann and I emptied the room full of rum. Stacking crates and all the bottle's we could find, we started a fire. Stepping as far back as the beach would let us, without touching the water, we watched the fire burn throughout the night and morning.
Sparrow woke up, smelling the smoke and ash and abruptly began to go mad. He ran up to me as I threw leaves onto the fire, making it swell higher.
"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You've burnt all the food, the shade, the rum!" He came behind me, his hands up in protest.
I glared at the fire, completely happy in my plan and how successful it worked. "Yes, the rum is gone."
His face was totally helpless as he darted daggers at my back. "Why is the rum gone?"
I turned abruptly to face him, the anger rising in my blood. "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for us, do you really think there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
He paused for a moment, taking in my comment, then, "But why is the rum gone?"
I rolled my eyes in frustration. Miss. Swann plopped down onto the sand, covering her knees with her ash ridden chemise. I went to sit beside her, letting Sparrow follow me.
I sat down beside Miss. Swann, gazing at the ocean for a ship of any kind. "Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."
Miss. Swann and I sat quietly, letting Sparrow stalk off on a ranting tirade. It was only half an hour before he waved to us at the other side of the island, motioning for us to come to him. I smirked proudly, my plan had worked.