{ Lost Mercy }
This was just perfect. Sandy beach, warm sun and the sounds of the waves rushing across each other in momentary bliss. One of Jack Sparrow's favorite times were laying on a beach without a care; but this wasn't exactly what he had been going for.
No rum, no ship, no means to escape.
The no rum seemed to be the worst of it.
Minus his coat, hat and much of his effects, Jack laid on the white sands of the deserted island while his mind raced. It had been a day since he ended up here. What would end up happening in another week? Or if he could survive it, a month? Not many trade ships charted their path though this region.
Gibbs was likely looking for him; bless that old seadog's soul. But that squall pushed Jack horribly off his course. Standing up, he went barefooted to the waves, staring off at the horizon that was such a brilliant blue he wondered where the water and sky met.
Jack Sparrow needed a miracle. Which he didn't usually believe in.