Elizabeth pointed an angry finger at Captain Jack Sparrow.
"What do you mean ' you were only here for three days!!'"
Jack looked away, guilty, " Last time….some traders use this island as a stash for their rum. I was able to barter my way off."
"B…but you'r the great Captain Jack Sparrow!! You have to get us off!!"
Jack shrugged drunkly and lifted two bottles of rum. "Welcome to the Caribean, Love." He shoved on into her grasp and then went off to drink his trouble away.
Elizabeth sighed, "Bottoms up."
~~~~ 3 hours later
"…and some really bad eggs….Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me!!"
The pair spun around madly, arms linked, bottles in hand. They fell into the sandy heap, too dizzy and too drunk to stand.
"That's a marvelous song!" crooned Elizabeth.
"I love that song. When I have my own ship, we'll teach it to them all. And we'll sing it all the time"
freedom
The salty water had dried on her skin and clothes, making them stiff and uncomfortable to wear. She scratched one shoulder, annoyed but too drunk to care much. Elizabeth plopped her head on Jack's shoulder. He really wasn't so bad, especially when he was drunk. He was rather handsome, too once you washed away the dirt and grime.
"It must have been awful for you, Jack, on this island, all alone."
He stared down at her oddly. She was quite stunning, even mussed and dirty as she was.
Actually, I like her better this way. Now, I actually like her. She looks so tight and pinched when she all dressed and proper. Now she looks so much more natural and…. and obtainable.
Yes… obtainable. He gently draped on arm about her shoulders.
"Oh, yes. It was horrible. But I have my rum and I find the company much more to my liking this time."
She looked at him oddly.
"Captain Sparrow, I'm not sure I'm have enough rum to allow this kind of talk."
"Right you are, my dear." and he raised his bottle in salute
"To freedom!!" She cheered
"To the Black Pearl." The clink of the bottle was soon followed my whole hearted gulping.
Elizabeth finished the bottle and scratched at the dry crusty clothes she wore.
"How can you stand it!!" she cried. "The sand and salt are driving me mad!"
Jack got to his feet, very unsteadily, " It helps when you got less clothes. They don't weigh you down and all the salt and such aren't trapped against your skin, savy?"
"Oh, I see." Elizabeth nodded, very drunk by now, and tried, unsuccessfully to untie the lacing on the back of her dress.
"Too long" Jack muttered. He stumbled over, knife in hand, and slashed the lacings, missing flesh only by the grace of god.
Elizabeth grinned broadly as the bodice fell away. She stepped out of the dress. "Thank you."
"Better?" asked Jack.
"Much."
And that was the last thing they remembered.
