What if there was one, single, tiny object that could dance around your taste buds and make your insides feel like the best place in the entire world? This one thing that was salty, sweet and had just the right amount of bitterness. This one thing that sent tingles down your spine; there was only one small problem. This very succulent object was about to be snatched from your grasp, by none other than yourself. However, there's always a solution to every problem, well most problems anyways. In this case, all you had to do was shoot yourself.
Slowly you raised your hand to your hip, clamping it around the cold handle of your pistol. Then pulling it out from your belt, you pointed it towards Fhera sitting in front of you. She was just about ready to devour your pleasurable item, and the instant her tongue flew out, you pulled the trigger which created a deafening shot. Indeed, Fhera, who you had fully intended to shoot, fell over and, well, died. However there seemed to be, not one, but two deafening shots.
You turned your head, slightly, to the right, and spotted Jack. He stared back at you, grinning like a fool. In his hand, you noticed, rested his pistol, and from that pistol rose smoke. This then concluded the fact that he had created the second deafening shot. You smiled the same goofy smile, and the both of you blew the swirls of smoke rising from your guns. Then placing it back in your belts, you both walked forward, and picked up the small desirable sensation.
"My peanut." you both said in greed and the plopped it into your mouths.
"Haul the hayard. Slacken the braces!" Jack suddenly bellowed out to the crew.
"Aye Captain!" came another Jack's voice from the ropes. "Slacken braces!" he yelled out to the rest. Soon everyone was yelling commands to one another, running around like insane folk. You watched them stumble about, working quickly as if one little mistake would take their life. What seemed most odd about the whole picture in front of you was that it appeared to be so surreal. How could there be so many versions of Jack and yourself. Was it possible? You were either coming to your senses, or losing them.
"Jack," you rested a hand on his stiff shoulder, "don't you find this a little...peculiar?" you motioned to the crew. Jack turned his head and gave you a funny look.
"What do you mean this?" he asked.
"I mean the crew. They're beginning to look a lot like us!"
Jack raked the crowds, and what seemed to be deep concern, appeared in his face. He cleared his throat and said,
"Not at all. You're thinking too much." He took a few steps forward and turned around, "stop it." He then marched off, yelling orders once again.
You sighed, letting your shoulders sag. Glancing at the crew once more, you concluded,
"I've gone completely mental."
***
You leaned back onto the railing, analyzing the crew that worked insanely before you. It was quite bizarre, now clearly observing that things were definitely not running smoothly or normally. For instance, there was one Jack that had stupendously laid an egg. Now how was that possible? You soon saw one fhera taking that egg and cracking it on top of Jack's head. There was another Jack, a bit closer to where you were standing, that seemed to be slowly sliding towards what appeared to be a goat.
"A goat?" you muttered to yourself. "Since when did we get a goat?"
"We didn't". Said a voice that sounded very familiar. You jerked your head around every which way trying to find the body to that voice, only that voice was coming from you. Looking down you saw a miniature version of you, standing on your left shoulder.
"Where in the world did you come from?" You asked, quite calmly.
"From my mother, where else?" it retorted.
"Hah, very funny." You sneered at yourself. As you rolled your eyes at the little you, a sudden thought struck your mind. You knew exactly why this was happening. Why you were seeing so many versions of you, and Jack. There was only one explanation; you and Jack were in Davy Jones' Locker.
You were mesmerized by the fact that even though you had realized you were in fact for real stuck in Davy Jones locker, you were still seeing multiples of you and Jack.
Now how’s that possible? you thought you yourself. Suddenly you splashed back into reality hearing the reverberation of a sword piercing through human flesh. (me: well, that didn’t sound so pleasant. Oh yes, it’s me again with my bloody comments ^.^ how exciting.)
You looked up, from where you had silently been staring at your shoulder, and saw Jack, wiping his sword, enveloped with blood, onto the rail. He rambled to the crew as he did this, and that’s when you became conscious of the fact, that there was no crew.
Disregarding that detail, Jack blathered on, and jumped onto a cannon, taking hold of a rope.
“Gentle men,” he started, peering back at where he imagined the crew to be, “I was my hands of this weirdness.” And then he slid down off the rope, landing with a thud on the ground.
“Me too.” You answered, following after him.
You contemplated the fact of telling Jack the truth, but you were afraid it would possibly further his insane mind. So you gathered that you would rather lay back and watch him at his work. Sitting yourself on the rocky ground, you leaned back on your hands and watched him be weird. (me: haha I like that! Reader: hehe me too! Me: oh hell you’re back too -_-)
Jack stuck his finger in his mouth, then pointed it in front of himself,
“No wind.” He spoke.
“Of course there’s no bloody wind!” you yelled at him. He swung around to look at you, giving you a sly smile. “You’re insane Jack Sparrow.”
All of a sudden he stopped in his tracks, and sniffed. He turned around giving you an odd look.
“What?” you asked, sticking your head forward. Jack glanced down, finding a rock. He picked it up and threw it far.
“Yes, I know, but why would he do that?” Jack asked, and then walked away.
“What?” you spat at him. You followed after Jack, listening to his rambles. “Why would who do what Jack?” you yelled at him.
“Well, because he’s a lummox, isn’t he?” Jack asked.
You had had enough of this nonsense. There was now only one option left for you, play along.
“Uh...yes Jack he is.” You answered cautiously, now walking beside him. “And we’ll have a magnificent garden party and you’re not invited!” Jack laughed at you, and once again started his “weirdness.”
You watched all the much confused as his eyes slightly widened, and he turned on his heel to look behind him. He glanced down again, and there it was, the rock. The rock that Jack had just thrown.
He waved his hands at it and said,
“Shoo.”
You laughed sarcastically at him, and crossed your arms over your chest.
As if., you thought. Unexpectedly, Jack licked the rock. You raised an eyebrow, now completely confused more then you had ever been in your entire life.
“I give up!” you yelled. “I tried to play along with your little...crazy acts but I can’t take it anymore!”
You plumped down on to the ground and sat with your legs and arms crossed. “First you lick the bloody rock, and now we’re being followed by them?”
“Never had that before.” Jack said. He walked to the front of the ship, eyeing a rope. He pulled it and it came tumbling down. The next thing you knew Jack was trying to pull the ship across the salt flats.
You watched with boredom, his every move, watching him fall backwards. You waited for him to get up, only he didn’t.
“Jack...?” you said softly. He didn’t answer, nor move. Slowly rising from the ground, you strode towards him. You kneeled down on the ground, next to his head and lightly slapped his face, nothing.
You sighed, and sat down beside his head, facing away from him.
Right in front of you happened to be the reason why Jack ha fainted. The rocks, only they weren’t rocks, they were crabs.
Thousands of little rock like crabs sprawled out before you. It was quite frightening really, looking back at their beady little black eyes, and their claws chattering in the air, as if they were communicating. And then they all began to move towards you and Jack.
“Uh oh.” You worriedly whispered. You tried slapping Jack awake again, but it didn’t seem to be working.
“Get up you fool!” You were beginning to get anxious, as the crabs moved closer. They were only inches away from you now, but you soon realized they weren’t out to harm you, but to help you.
You had been so mesmerized by the power of the crabs that you had absolutely forgotten about the unconscious Jack. The thousands of crabs were underneath the Pearl, working as a team, to move the ship across the salt flats.
“Bloody hell.” You murmured, watching the dark shadow of the ship wash against your face.
You had to wake Jack up, fast, before the ship would disappear without you both.
There was only one thing left to do. You grabbed the sides of Jack’s face, and pressed your lips against his. You could feel the warmth of his lips kissing you back, and for a moment you were lost in pleasure. You felt Jack smile, and you pulled away, smiling.
“Just thought I should wake you up.” You smirked. The both of you stood up, and you watched Jack’s face accustom itself to the moving ship. And without a word to each other, you both ran after it.
