Shipwrecked              

                Oh the misery of being shipwrecked!  Who would have thought that I, captain Jack Sparrow, could lament so?  Tossed on the shore of a desolate island, with none but the fish for company.   None of them understood me, not really.  Will didn’t, Elizabeth didn’t, not even my mutinous first mate Barbossa did.  Nobody ever did, not that I minded, but I was always alone.  And now I have named the fish after them, oh glorious fish though they are, I shall miss them when I depart, which I shall. 

                But until then I confess!  I lament in the throws of lamentable loneness.  For I have seen what others shall never see, but will be unable to ever tell anyone else of what I saw, until I escape, which I shall.

                Who could ever imagine what it is like to remain shipwrecked on an island all by your lonesome self, wasting away without a care in the world until someone does something incredibly stupid… burn the rum.  I didn’t do it!  I swear I would never attest to such an atrocious sin!  But this I will not dwell on, and I shall instead think of… commandeering more rum at a later date when I leave this wretched island, which I shall.

                A spattering of fish swam by just now, and I have named a few after said people above, but who is to say what will happen when more fish swim by?  What horrible things can they whisper into mine ear and who shall I name these guilty fish after?  I fear I will soon run out of people.  But this I will not dwell on!  For soon I won’t have a care in the world, as I once did long ago, for soon I will be shipwrecked no longer and I will escape, which I shall!