Will: How did Jack get off the island?

Gibbs: Well, I'll tell ye. He waded out into the shallows and stood 
there motionless for three days and three nights, 'til all manner o' sea 
creature 'came /acclimeted/ to his presence. Then on the third day, he 
*roped* himself a couple of sea turtles, and *lashed* them together to 
make a raft!

Will: He roped a couple of sea turtles?

Gibbs: Aye, /sea turtles/!

Will: ...what did he use for rope?

Gibbs: ........er.......

Great story, right up until that point. :-P

Come to think of it...

Jack: No! Not good! Stop! What are you doing? You've burnt all the 
food... the shade... the rum!

Elizabeth: Yes, the rum is gone.

Jack: Why is... the rum gone?

Elizabeth: One, because it is a foul drink that turns even decent men 
into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. 
The *entire* Royal Navy is out looking for me! Do you think that there's 
even the /slightest chance/ that they won't see it?

Jack: But... why is the rum gone?!

More to the point... You're stranded on a desert island. Where the **** 
did you get fire from?! Did Elizabeth just happen to have a box of 
matches in her pocket or something? :-P

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