The sun shone high above the sand of an arid plain, known as Davy Jones' locker. He looked around to see his buddy walking beside him with a look of disappointment. 

"Abhijeet?"  He (Abhijeet) sighed listening another disappointed call for like third time in a minute.

"Hmm?"  He hummed, still. 

"I have a doubt!" 

"Eh? You mean another doubt." Abhijeet corrected him while walking on the sand searching for, if any, human like creature resides there. 

"Ah! Yes!" 

"Ask then Daya!" Abhijeet made a face again because the doubt and the answer was now by heartedly learnt to him. 

"I.. still don't understand how we ended up here! Aren't we dead?" Daya asked scratching back of his head in confusion. 

"Daya! I told you thrice." Abhijeet made a crying face, "We were killed on The Flying Dutchmen by Davy Jones and now we'll be here for the rest of our life. So, basically we are residing Davy Jones's locker for now and I doubt, till eternity."

"Isn't there any way to get out of here? Do you know how to escape this locker?" Daya spoke the same dialogue with the same hopeful face. 

"I don't and how would I know about it?" Abhijeet turned to face Daya, "I'm not among these pirate to be familiar with these ships.."

"Hmm." 

"And these shits!" Abhijeet sighed heavily and both continued printing their shoes on the island of dead's.

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