"So...What are we doing today?"Jack asked as he sat down in the sand beside the one person he'd like least to have with him on a deserted island,his old comrade, Hector Barbossa.

"I ain't doin' nothin' with you Sparrow, so yeh can just go and entertain yerself somewhere far away from me." The older pirate replied moodily gazing out at the open ocean. Jack sighed boredly, letting himself fall backwards.

"And how do you suggest I do that, seeing as we are completely alone on an island with no ship and no rum?" He asked, shielding his eyes from the sun with his arm.

Barbossa turned to look at him, eyebrows raised expressing that he was slightly confused." How does rum make yeh go somewhere else?"

"It takes you away to a strange and very...um...colourful place that is sometimes rather odd and confusing."Came the answer. Again there was silence between them. For a few minutes there was nothing but the sound of the waves against the sand, before the silence was broken once again by Barbossa's beach buddy.

"I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt,I got a jar of dirt, and guess what's inside it."Jack sang under his breath as he picked up handfuls of sand and let them slide through his fingers."I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, and guess what's-"

"Can you belay that?!What are you,three?"Barbossa the sun beating down on them, the words had been repeated many more times than Jack had actually said them inside his head.

"Why?"Jack asked in a whiny tone as he sat up."You told me to entertain myself, and that's what I was doing."

"No, you were trying to annoy me to shut UP!" Jack sighed again as he fell back into the sand there was the long awkward silence.

'Why couldn't they have stranded me with a woman? At least what's-her-face was a again, we did have a lot of rum...'Jack thought as he began to dig a small hole in the sand with his fingertips.'What exactly is romance anyway?You always hear people talking about it, but who really knows what it is? What did I hear that one girl say she thought was romantic? It wasn't presents, wasn't my good looks, it was...'

"Candles."

"Oh, now he's progressed to saying words at random now."Barbossa snapped, thinking Jack had finally gone mad.

"Candles are romantic."Jack said, speaking his entire raised his eyebrows again.

"What the hell Jack?!When did we start talkin' about romance?"

"What?It's something to talk about ain't it?"Jack replied, not seeming bothered at all that he'd just been shouted at."Flowers are nice like flowers, those roses especially."

"Are yeh incapable of sitting quietly or do yeh just choose to annoy to the point I'd shoot myself, had I a pistol?"

"A mixture of both."Jack replied with a trademark smirk. Barbossa huffed angrily before turning away again.

"You know what would be really nice?"He said, sarcasm laced through his voice.

"Scented candles."Jack replied.

"What are you going on about now?Scented candles."

"Just think about it."Jack replied."Ladies like candles and the smell of them and BOOM!"He meshed his hands together for emphasis."You have an instant romantic it wouldn't need to stop at flowers. No, you could get ones that smelled like cookies and perfume and the sea...and rum. Ooh, rum would be good."He then glanced at Barbossa, eyes locking."Want to try some?"

Feeling disgusted and disturbed, Barbossa hauled himself up off the ground and took off down the beach.

"Oh well."Jack said to himself."More for me."He then pulled a small bottle of rum out of his jacket pocket and took a drink.

FIN