The captain felt a chill in the church as he plotted his escape. His crew had left him stranded on this abandon, rundown, hellish island with nothing but one shot and a pistol. The deepest parts of Hell are reserved for mutineers, thought the former Captain Gerber. He stood 5' 11" with a stern face. "Damn them all" he bellowed in his hard voice, worn from years of yelling over the seas. As the sun began to rise from the depths of the sea, he began to walk the rocky island coast. There seemed to be no way off the island, but the captain went on. After days of being trapped in his lonely prison, an ominous storm began to batter the island. Captain Gerber took shelter under the shambles that were once a church, emerging to find a more grim situation than when he began. As he watched the waves crashed ceaselessly upon the coast, he spotted a dingy that been abandon upon the shoreline for what looked like years. As Gerber approached it, he found it in barely salvageable condition. With great percussion and care, he removed the sturdy dingy only to find it filled with holes. "Damn the bad luck!" cursed Captain Gerber. As he stumbled up the steep bank he had an idea. Without haste, he gathered palm leaves and took to sealing them to the bottom of the boat. Gathering a few branches, the captain built a quick mast and waited to high tide to pick the boat up off the rocks and sweep him off to sea. As the sun began to set, the waves creeped closer and closer to the shore. Eventually the waves blasted the boat with spray as the island faded into the distance. Captain Gerber grinned with the challenge of being back at sea.
After a few hours, the island was no longer in sight. He harnessed the ever increasing winds to carry him to rescue. Soon he began to grow weak from days of no food. As the sharks began to circle the dingy, Gerber pulled out his gun with one shot. "This shall not be my last meal," he promised as he shot a near by shark, only to watch it be devoured by the other sharks around it.
Soon, the winds mounted as the waves grew. A massive storm was tossing the boat from side to side as its captain expertly avoided the worst, although it seemed inevitable. "Send Your Worst!" yelled Captain Gerber as the waves and wind froze him to the bone. With the last of his strength, he saw a ship appeared on the horizon. I'm saved, thought the captain. Little did he know that it was a British Man of War.
As the ship took his broken body aboard, they nursed him back to health. "Where am I?" demanded Gerber.
"Upon the HMS Montagu of course" said a sailor.
Damn, thought the captain.
"Are you not the famed Captain Gerber?"
"I am. Now where are we headed?"
"To Jamaica, where you will be tried and hung as a pirate. Now good day scum." replied the sailor in disgust.
After being thrown in a small cell that reeked. After a quick trial with no defense or way out, the judge sentenced to death by hanging. As his head was slipped into the noose, he sang, "yo ho, yo ho a pirate's -" as the trap door fell.
