Hey Second one is already up. I hope to finish this before continuing with my Inuyasha series.

BTW thanks for the reviews.

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Jack sat up and groaned. The ship was rocking back and forth, and while it usually calmed him, but today it was making him nauseas. He rolled over in his bed and saw Will less than five inches away from his face.

"Goddamnit! Will?" Jack took a minute to stop the hammering in his head and erase the faint blush he had spread over his cheeks.

For Gods Sake, I'm Jack Sparrow, the Jack Sparrow. I don't blush. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Rise and shine, Captain Jack Sparrow." Will said the words with such cheerfulness that Jack had to blink.

"Aren't you a bit too cheery this morning?" Jack asked, eyeing Will carefully. Will didn't look any different from his regular stick-in-the-mud self, but he was wearing a smile that didn't sit too well with Jack.

"It's a beautiful morning Jack. Just the type of morning needed to teach some desperately needed lessons.

"Yeah that's nice Will my boy. Now be a sport and turn the volume down just a tad bit." Jack tried to bury his head under the covers, but Will pulled them away.

"After last night, I've decided that you need a lesson. So I wanted to try something out. Now Jack, you are a man who likes to take gambles, right?"

"Of course! I'm a pirate, it comes with the job." Jack at this point had given up on sleeping his hang over away. He had eased up into a sitting position and was watching Will carefully.

Will got up and paced back and forward around the room. Jack followed his every move. Something in his gut was telling him to run for the hills, but he stayed put.

"Last night you almost got us killed. And you were very nonchalant about it. You've caused me my relationship with the best woman I've ever known. And you couldn't possibly care less."

Jack shrugged. "All in a day's work I suppose."

Will looked at Jack with a smirk. "Jack, a very wise, very sober man once told me that if you lock a sick man in a room full of pain relievers for a whole day, and he walks out in just as much pain as before, then he's cured."

"Who in the bloody hell told you that?" Jack asked, his face contorted into a frown.

What the hell did that even mean? He asked himself.

"You. You told me that Jack Sparrow. Captain of the Black Pearl" Will looked directly into Jack's eyes.

"I did?" Jack scratched his head.

"Of course you wouldn't remember, because you were sloppy drunk in the next couple of hours."

"Oh. Well that makes since…I think."Jack was thoroughly confused as to where this was going.

"Jack I want to make a bet with you. I bet that if I lock you in the storage room with all the rum we have, when I unlock that door, you will be just the drunken bastard I know you'll be."

"I don't doubt that I would…what's at stake?" Jack knew he was digging himself into a hole, but he honestly couldn't resist a challenge. Plus, the alcohol from the previous night hadn't exactly disappeared from his system, leaving him a little wobbly when it came to thinking straight.

"When I win, I will become captain of this ship for the rest of the voyage, however long that might take. I also get you, however I want you."

At hearing Will say that, Jack shivered involuntarily. Why did that make his spine tingle?

"And if I win?" Jack asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

"If, by some miracle of the Gods, you win, you get whatever you want from me."

Jack perked up at hearing that. What ever he wanted from Will.

This just might be worth it.

"Alright, how long do I have to stay in the storage then me boy?" Jack asked heading out the door with Will hot on his heels.

"Five hours." Will's warm breath hit Jack in the back of the neck and he almost moaned.

What in the bloody hell is wrong with me. Must be the rum.

Will shimmied around Jack and led him to the storage room. He opened the door and the smell of rum hit Jack full force. Will pushed Jack in roughly.

"In you go Jack. I'll be back to check on you in about 5 hours."

The door closed and Jack was left with the sweet rum.

"Alright Jack, you can do this. Can't be so hard. Will hardly ever takes a swig."

After what seemed like an eternity, Jack was starting to buckle.

"I've been in here for far longer than 5 hours, Will," Jack called out, not really expecting to get a reply. To his surprise, Will did answer him.

"On the contrary Jack, you've only been locked in there for five minutes. Are you already getting weak in the knees?"

Jack frowned. He had only been in here for five minutes. That couldn't be true.

Am I really that dependent on rum?

Jack sat down and stared at the rum longingly. He really, really wanted to taste the rum. His stomach growled loudly. Jack suddenly remembered that he hadn't had breakfast.

"Will, you wouldn't happen to have any food would you? Will?"

When Will didn't answer, Jack growled angrily. How in the world was he supposed to survive in this bloody room without any food? He closed his eyes to try to block out the precious liquor in front of his face. With the sight of the rum blocked out, Jack was able to abate some of the urge to drink everything in the room. But it didn't abate it enough. The sweet, sweet smell was driving him mad. He was definitely weakening right then.

Come on, Jack. You can do this. The ship is on the line. You are on the line. You don't want to do anything hasty.

Jack started to rock back and forward, hating himself more and more as the seconds past. This was the hardest task in his life.

Maybe one sip will be enough for me.

Jack grabbed a bottle of rum and took a swig.

One swig turned into two.

And two into three.

And three into ten.

Before Jack knew what was happening himself, he was lying back on the floor, half drunk and working on his 3rd bottle of rum. He tried to stop himself from making a complete ass of himself, tried to stop drinking. But the temptation was killing him. Jack continued to drink, until there wasn't much of any thing left. Jack wasn't as drunk as he had been last night, but one more bottle and he was done.

"Times up, Jack. You can come out now." Will unlocked the door and watched Jack stumble out with a slight smirk. The smirk widened when Jack rushed to the rail and through up.

Boy, time sure does fly when you're drinking, Jack thought

"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face, Turner. If you hadn't locked me in that bloody room on an empty stomach, I would have won." Jack sneered as he said the words.

"Don't take your anger out on poor, little me. I didn't force the rum down your throat. You lost Jack."

"You can't take my ship from me Will. It's all I have. At least you have little Tinkerbelle Elizabeth. I have nothing but my ship."

"Wrong, Jack. I had Elizabeth until you became the issue."

"What the hell does that even mean?!? I didn't take her from you…did I?"

"Never mind that right now Jack. I won fair and square. Now are you going to be a sport, or do I have to do this by force?"

"I've never gone back on my word. Besides, we're coming along on this voyage quite quickly. You won't have her for long."

"But I'll have her Jack. And you too, remember?"

Jack nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm going to lie down."

"Enjoy it while you can, Jack. Come tomorrow morning, you and this ship will be under my control"

Jack tried to ignore that twisting feeling that he had in his stomach, and kept walking. After all, this wouldn't be so bad. It was just pushover Will Turner. Turner would eventually realize that he was not man enough. Right?