Willy had no idea on what had happened during the storm. All he remembered was Mort shouting before the ship violently hit a rock. He knew his head must have collied against something because it felt very heavy. Yet the hot sand on his cheek felt very comforting.

Wait! Sand!?

Willy sat up and cast his bleary eyes around. It was an island. Yes, this was land, but how did they get here? Then he saw it. Half smashed on the rugged rocks near the beach was the ship. His ship!

"Mr. Rainey?" he called out without thinking about it.

A sharp blow to the shoulder was his only response.

"Your awake!" a person shouted.

Willy turned his head around since his body refused to move.

"Mr. Rainey?" he asked again.

Mort knelt down to peer at him.

"You have a bump the size of a melon on your head William! Has your ego risen that quickly?"

Willy frowned. He knew how much Mort wanted to be Captain. To have that ability to control others. But did he have to mock him?

"That's so bloody fantastic. Now where are we?"

Mort stood up. "Well we are on an island, as you well have imagined" he said. The writer than paused.

"Which wouldn't have happened if you had just listened to me!" he now shouted, shaking Willy by the shoulders so violently that he fell flat on his back. He heard his First Mate groan.

Willy's face now stared up at the bright blue sky. Trying his hardest to ignore Mort, he turned his head to the side and looked for something, anything to get them off this island! Suddenly, he saw it.

A person from some distance away was lying on a huge rock nestled in the sand.

"Who's that?"

"Who's who?" Mort asked. "Oh"

Mort made a blind from the sun with a palm leaf and looked into the distance.

"That's impossible! I searched this entire island and didn't see anyone!"

"Well, you obviously weren't looking hard enough." Willy responded. Then finding his strength, he got up and started along the beach with Mort, muttering inaudible words to himself, following behind.

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The surface that Charlie now lay sprawled on was not sand, but instead solid wood. He quickly jumped onto his feet and looked around. This was a ship. With black sails! It couldn't be! He couldn't of found it this quickly!?

"Look at that! Little poppet finally woke up!"

Charlie spun around. Standing there were Pintel and Ragetti, each looking the same as they always did. Pintel with his snarl and Ragetti with his rather creepy wooden eye.

It didn't matter at the moment on how he got there. The words just spilled out.

"Where's Jack?" he demanded. Pintel gave him a vicious stare.

"Captain says he wants his compass back. Then he will talk to ye!" he responded.

"Right. Let's see!" Charlie said, patting his pockets for the compass. He finally found it in his vest. "Here"

The pair snickered when Charlie handed it to them.

"Can I see him now?"

Pintel, distracted with staring at the compass gave him another nasty look.

"When we decide to give the compass back..." Pintel held out the object. "...then ye can speak with him"

Ragetti, being the sidekick just laughed.

"Pintel, it's not yours! I'll tell Jack you stole it!" Charlie threated.

"You will tell the Captain nothing because you will be in the brig!" Pintel said.

"Brig?"

But Charlie was about to find out what a brig was, when two arms grabbed him from behind and dragged him off.