Sleep in the Caribbean

But the future is still worrying, plus his injuries and wrong thoughts.

I began to think about how to comfort him.

To be honest, I don't think I'm that material.

I hesitated to return to the campfire, but I was stunned by the situation in front of me.

I threw the coconut heavily on the ground,

And I just ran towards the man in front of me.

It is difficult to describe the scene in front of me,

Jack, who was fine before, is now lying in a pool of blood.

The blood seeped into the sand below, looking horrific and frightening.

My first reaction: he killed himself.

I ran to his side as fast as I could, and I was still breathing. I felt relieved, but I couldn't do anything about the blood all over his body.

Staring at his pale face, I tried my best to calm myself down.

But the thought of losing him nearly broke me.

"JACK, JACK!!" I unconsciously called out his name while checking what happened to him.

The blood gushed out from his right chest. I pulled off his tightly wrapped shirt, and saw another bloody mess.

Two bullet holes.

Now it looks more like it has been ripped apart, and the blood has not stopped.

Look at the blood on his hands, and the two bullets that fell to the ground and were held in his hands.

I realized this even more terrifying truth.

He was shot, and when I was not around, he forcibly dug out the bullet buried in his chest with his own hands.

What a cruel thing this is!How did he do that!

I'm in tears now.

"Why... why did you punish yourself like this!! JACK!!!"

Facing the unconscious JACK, I was crying alone on this uninhabited island.

If even he is lost, what is the meaning of my existence.

My mournful cry drifted away with the sea breeze and dissipated in the dark and vast sea.

I regretted it too much, and the strong self-blame made my tears flow uncontrollably. I didn't know that I was such a fragile person.

JACK got shot, and it was just the two of us here, maybe the bullet was hit by mistake trying to save me when I fell into the sea, maybe it was hit by Barbossa before that.

But he didn't say a word to me, he pretended to be fine, but he dealt with the bullet in his chest when I was not around.

Maybe he overestimated his physique, maybe he really wanted to die.

I dare not think about it.

I regretted my negligence and stupidity. He was shot twice, but I didn't realize it.

And he, without telling me, endured the heart-piercing pain alone.

"Asshole JACK."

I cursed him in a low voice while trying my best to plug his bleeding wound.

Although he did not respond,

He can't hear.

"Bastard JACK, what should I do if you just die like this." Looking at his still resolute face, I muttered to myself, tears flowing uncontrollably, "I have nothing now, you How could you turn me into a pirate and leave me alone." I gently brushed away the hair that was sticking to his face with sweat, but his face was also stained with blood.Looking at his calm expression that should have been painful, he hoped that the blood could bring him some vitality.

There are so many things about him, when he saved me, when he smirked, when he held the binoculars, all kinds of things, even when he gently stroked my face with his hand not long ago, I remembered his memory at that time. Look in his eyes, has he already made a decision.

"You still owe me a bracelet..."

When I realized it, I found that I had been rambling on for a long time, many meaningless things, and I couldn't even remember what I was talking about.

After a long wait, I leaned down and brought my face close to his, expecting him to feel my warmth.

I have only one belief in my heart.

"If possible, I'd like to exchange my life for yours, as long as you can wake up."

I found that I could do nothing but pray devoutly. Tears were still flowing, but my heart was surprisingly peaceful.

"You'll be fine...wake up and don't leave me alone..."

And JACK's physical resilience is indeed amazing,

To my delight, after a long time of futile treatment, the blood from those two terrible bullet holes miraculously stopped.

I don't believe my useless prayers do any good,

It can only be said, amazing pirate, isn't it.

His originally messy breathing became calmer, does it mean that he is out of danger?

Seeing that he was no longer bleeding, I could finally smile in relief.

Only then did I realize that I had been guarding him like this for a long time, and it was already dawn.

There is some loss of strength.When the last tear fell on his face, I saw his arm raised with difficulty.

"HELLO..."

JACK's weak voice sounded again, but my originally stopped tears collapsed again.

"HELLO..." I touched his confused but barely smiling face, and responded softly,

"Welcome back, Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Captain? Hehe..." JACK could barely open his eyes, but still chuckled self-deprecatingly, and some big movements seemed to hurt his own wounds again.

"I almost got myself killed." Not sure what he was referring to.

"Don't move." I hurriedly held him down, "If you bleed any more, you won't have such good luck, you are not immortal."

For some reason, his original smile disappeared because of my words, and he lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

I don't know if I said something wrong. Although I thought about how to comfort JACK who had lost almost everything, I was still clumsy and unable to say any convincing words when I faced it.

Coupled with the life and death just now, I really feel a little physically and mentally exhausted.

I didn't dare to move him, but the scorching sun forced me to do so.

"Can you move..." I carefully lifted him up, as slowly as possible, I felt that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"You have to move even if you can't move." Although he just woke up, JACK still teased.

Before, I thought I was going to lose him forever, but now I can see him smiling and talking alive again, I feel so happy.

But seeing his painful expression because of the movement, I felt very distressed.

It seemed to take a long time before I helped him up.This simple act has worn us both out.

It took a long time again, and I finally helped him to sit in the shade of a tree.

Because JACK's body was almost full of injuries, I supported almost his entire weight during the process.

I know that he also tried hard not to put all the pressure on me, but he couldn't help himself.

This caused me to collapse myself while helping him to sit.

"Bastard." I fell to the ground and cursed habitually, cursing my injuries and those who hurt me.

Jack also leaned against the tree and gasped weakly.

Then he squinted at me and our eyes met.

I found that his eyes changed from powerless to helpless, and so did I.

We looked at each other silently for a long time.

Then they laughed in unison.

"Hehehehe..."

"Two jerks..."

Weakness and predicament made us laugh at ourselves at the same time, and then laughed wildly.

"Hahaha... oh." The trembling of his body caused by laughter seemed to involve JACK's wound again, he showed a painful look for a moment, but then he tried his best not to touch the wound, and continued to laugh smugly.

"Bugger..."

Now he was really unable to move.

"Don't, don't, don't...!" I immediately sat up, "If you stick it out again, I won't be able to survive."

I almost blurted out this sentence, but when I realized my confession, my face burned again.

And JACK also stopped laughing, looking at me with a gratified and gentle expression.

I think that probably goes without saying.

In fact, I really want to ask him why he took such a big risk to dig out the bullet in his chest without nursing. Did he really want to die and leave me to dispose of the body for him?

But I found that in that situation, if I didn't take out the bullet, I might die.

In the case of half the chance, JACK also made a wise decision.

and,

He's still alive, that's good.This time, I directly pulled off his blood-stained clothes.

Going around to the other side of the island, he also took off his bloody coat - the blood on it was almost all Jack's.

Then start cleaning.

In this weather and climate, it should be done in a while, I thought so.

The blood stains on the clothes were still shocking, and I even had the thought of "it would be great if I could give him back the blood".

And I don't mind the fact that I wear very little now.

There are only me and JACK on the island, and JACK can't move now.

But just thinking about it still makes me blush.

I shook my head vigorously trying to get rid of those strange thoughts.

"Be normal, Blake, this is not the time."

I said so to myself.

Towards evening, the hunger made me have to start looking for food again.

But this isolated island is indeed, nothing.

"Coconuts can't get enough," I paced up and down angrily, "Damn Barbossa wants to starve us to death."

When JACK, who had been asleep all the time, woke up, he found that I was pacing back and forth anxiously, and grinned again.

Obviously, JACK's spirit has improved a lot, it's a magical resilience.

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