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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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