Location: A Tiny island, just off Peace Island.
Company: No-one
Crush: No-one
Relationship: No-one
Jack Sparrow sighed, tipping his head as far back as it would go, shaking the obviously empty rum bottle above his mouth. "But why?" He groaned, throwing the bottle as far as he could. He watched as the bottle as it fell to the floor in the near distance, and realized it was pointing slightly north-west. Ahead, in the faint distance, he could see a large island, surrounded by a few ships. "I swear that wasn't there before?" He stood up clumsily, teetering closer to the islands beach edge, squinting at the Island. This is my chance. My chance to become my namesake. He always prefered to be called Captain Jack Sparrow, rather than Jack, wether he was captain or not. He waved his arms high above his head and shouted toward the island, determined for someone to notice.
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