Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, the Pearl or anything else PotC.

A/N: This is a kinda short ficlet thing that I threw together while I was still in school a few months ago. Hence the shortness of it. But if you like it, let me know. : )

A Night at Sea

In the dimly candlelit master's quarters of the Pearl a dark man sat on the edge of his bed. His hat lay on the floor beside him and his head lay resting his hands. It had been another never ending day at sea.

Jack rubbed his eyelids with his fingers as he worried over the days events. In a few days the food would run out and already he had two sick men aboard. The storm that had passed their way last night had sent them off course in a northeastern direction with none of the sailors quite sure exactly where they were anymore. Not even Jack Sparrow with his years at sea was exactly sure where they had ended up.

It would take them at least another day perhaps even more to steady their course again. By that time, the food would have dwindled down to nearly nothing. Scurvy and hunger would be setting in then. It meant only one thing, they'd have to ration their food. There would be no dying of his crew if Jack had anything to say about it.

In the final hours of evening and the beginning of daybreak, Sparrow would be up to check the stars and their alignments. Before retiring for the evening he had watched them for a while realigning them with their course.

Now, now it was time to rest for him. The stress of the morning hours would soon be upon him to relieve his mate at the wheel and lead on his crew. Even if they were going to die out there, it wasn't going to be that night.

"No," Jack thought to himself as he layed down in his bed. "Not tonight."