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CAST AWAY - Part 1:
He was going mad.
He knew he was going mad.
He wanted to die.
He wanted to survive.
He wanted revenge.
He wanted inner peace.
Blast it! Blast it! Blast it! I don't know what I want anymore! How I wished I had Jack's compass right now... Cutler kicked the sand with his bare foot as he stomped around the borders of the island, which he's circled the fifth time so far. Eddie was safely tucked beneath his arm, just in case he needed the odd company of the sarcastic coconut.
Calm yourself down, man! You're giving me a bloody headache!
"Shut it, Eddie," Cutler snapped back. "You don't realize what it's like to be stranded on an island for weeks! You haven't even the faintest idea, and of course, you haven't any brains, therefore, WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU EVEN COMPLAINING ABOUT A BLASTED HEADACHE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"
My, my, my! You are going mad! The only thing I really don't care for, is that shrill voice of yours when you're shouting. And I do have a headache, so don't beg to differ! Besides - you have that ten-
"I said, SHUT UP!" Cutler threw Eddie down on the sand, and continued walking. Poor Eddie was laying upside down, yet facing towards Cutler.
Cutler! Cutler! Come back! You can't leave me laying here, like this! The tide will come in, and wash me away forever! Who will be your friend, then? Hm?
Cutler slowed down to a stop, knowing what Eddie was 'saying' was true. Eddie was his only friend, and he won't be able to live with himself if he had ever gone. Bloody hell! He turned right around, and stomped back, and scooped Eddie up, shaking the sand off of him.
Easy, easy, easy!
"I don't want to be 'easy'," Cutler mumbled, tucking Eddie under his arm, and marched away from him.
You need a bath again...
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Was it a really a trunk, lying there on the beach? Cutler blinked his eyes and stumbled closer, keeping his balance from his drunken state. It was dusk, now, and he had been raiding the rum runner's storehouse again. Eddie was left by his 'house', next to an open bottle of rum Cutler had left for him.
It was a trunk! Cutler let out a burst of laughter, as he drank up the last bit of rum in the bottle, tossed it aside, and began to drag the heavy trunk towards his 'house'. Bits of seaweed and kelp clung to the damp trunk as it was dragged through the sand by its thrilled finder.
"Eddie!" Cutler called. "Eddie! Look what I've found! A trunk! An actual trunk! With clothes and everything!" He laughed happily as he plopped his bottom down beneath a palm tree, and opened up the trunk. Clothes! Men's clothes! Men's clothes his size! Men's clothes his size that...
"Wait a minute..." Cutler murmured as he help up a familiar-looking green waistcoat. "These are my clothes! Oh, my God, these are my clothes! What incredible luck!" He started laughing again, as he starting pulling out more things out of his trunk; one of his grand three-cornered hats, jackets, shirts, breeches, stockings, boots, shoes, slippers, underwear, a small mirror and a shaving blade. He peered into the little mirror at his face...
"Oh, my God!" he gasped with horror at the sight of the full light brown beard on his face, along with the matching mustache which grew along with it. "I now have a blade and a mirror! My blade and mirror! What an extraordinary blessing, Eddie. I will soon return to the self I am comfortable with."
...whatever that means.
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The next morning, Cutler wanted to use his things again, now that he was sober enough to groom his hairy face. Cutler hesitantly took up his blade, and started to slowly and carefully remove the whiskers from his chin...
"OUCH!" He jumped from the sharp pain, dropping his blade, and touching the pained part of his face. There was a little blood on his hand, so he decided it was best to see exactly what he cut by looking into the mirror again.
It was a former mole that he had forgotten that existed. It was a small light-colored mole, which grew at the end of his round chin. Thankfully for Cutler's stupidity on the ins and outs of shaving, which was done for him by a servant as he read another passage from his favorite books, the tiny and unnoticeable flaw had been replaced by a red, bleeding dot.
Ha, ha, Cutler! Well done! Let me ask you, did your servants always start at the end of your chinny, just to make you bleed?
"You're a coconut, Eddie. You know nothing about shaving..." Cutler glanced back at his friend, who happened to be 'smirking' at him. "Although you look like you're in need of one yourself."
No thank you. My scraggly visage defines me, just like your chin defines you.
"Enough about my chin. I'm perfectly satisfied with it. Besides, you need to keep quiet so I can finish this..." he carefully raised his blade up to his cheekbone, and attempted to start shaving from there.
Um...did I 'say' anything?
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Cutler Beckett was as happy as a gopher in soft dirt when he finished grooming and dressing himself. He wore a fresh change of breeches, stockings, a ruffled shirt, a cravat, his brown vest, and his 'new' wig atop his head after he successfully managed to cut his hair as short as he possibly could for it to fit.
You look like you did when you arrived here! Don't you realize what sort of terrible memories I'll have?
"How does the way I dress affect your memories?" Cutler sneered, smoothing his hands over his soft but stiff waistcoat.
Eddie didn't 'answer' him. Cutler rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "You stubborn little nut."
Actually, I'm considered the second largest nut in the world.
Sighing with annoyance, as he plopped down in the sand next to his friend. "And what is the largest nut in the world, Eddie, since you happen to be so smart?"
You.