Title: Rum, Gone.
Disclaimers: thank you so much Disney for these wonderful and exciting characters!
Genre: drama/romance.
Rating: nothing you should hide behind your palms for, but watch the language!
Summary: the trouble with rum.
Set: post AWE Pairing: Jack/Anamaria, eventually Sparrabeth.
Notes: I don't ask for betas, I'm too impatient to wait for them correcting my "work"...but if you offer I won't say no.
"Aw! Pote di Cristo!" Jack swore using an expression he'd learnt from another pirate once. His head was aching and swaying heavily on the top of his neck, but it was nothing in comparison to how his stomach felt. His pirate constitution and how much he was used to drinking has always been moderating his hangovers, but didn't always get rid of the really rough ones. "What do you want?" He raised his hand in front of his face to shield himself from the harsh Caribbean sun coming from the door opening from behind Anamaria, blinding him
"What do I want? My captain's quarters back for one! But don't give yourself a headache over it Jack, I won't affect your hangover for long. I want you off my ship and you'd better tell me where and it'd better not be far, cause I swear I'll just drop you here and into the ocean!"
"And why would you do that darlin?" Jack asked confused, as if it his presence on her boat would've been wholly natural. He sat up, swaying.
"Chasing after not real fountains, or even the Pearl is one thing, but for several months, and if you were at all doing it at least! But no, you're too engaged getting merry and drunk. You've got trouble with the rum, Jack. Most men would, but not like that. You'll drink anything that's in front of you, not just rum, you're lost to rum and as such, you're lost cause. Even if you're compass turns to show anything else than rum at times, you're swaying the ship when you're holding the helm and everyone gets dizzy!" She yelled annoyed, "you've got to go!"
"What's your problem, luv? My faculties have still been fully in working order and at your service as I may recall. You don't believe it's a lost cause in the middle of the nigh, do you?!"
"That's a lost cause too since you got to the pantspissing stage. Besides, there's more to life than that, on your better nights even. I've got an assignment, so no reason to hang around and bother each other no more," she said matter of factly.
Jack let out a small mock gasp as he glanced up at her, "became a privateer have you?" He grinned, "lost your freedom, have you?"
"The Interceptor was built for war. Should I not use the advantages of such a vessel? Once you had a different life Jack Sparrow, one that was worth living! This is not the Jack Sparrow I used to know! What happened to you?" She softened and tried to brush a hair lock out his face.
Jack ignored her question and pushed her hand away vehemently, "should you not forget it was Jack Sparrow who gave you that ship?"
Anamaria shrugged in frustration, "not if it wasn't for Will Turner. Look, Jack. I'm done paying."
"Very well darlin. You can find out the secret of where Shipwreck Cove is so you can drop me there. Isn't it good of me? We are close," he gestured a little too vividly, then groaned.
"We are close? Do you even know which sea we're sailing on??" Anamaria was unrelenting to his pitiable existence.
"Just go out and I'll be there in a little while," he nodded to her slowly tilting his head. "Anamaria. Bloudie pirate," Jack spat when the door shut and lay back to sleep, "I didn't expect anythin else darlin."
Tbc