Chapter 2
"Jack?"
He smiled at the sound of Lizzie's voice, "Yes, luv?"
"I love you…"
He opened his eyes and looked at her face for some kind of reassurance. She smiled and he gave her a golden grin.
"I love ye too, pet."
She grinned and pressed her lips against his. Jack placed his hand on the back of her neck and pushed her into a deeper kiss, their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance.
BANG, BANG.
Jack grudgingly awoke from his pleasant dream.
BANG, BANG.
"WhaaaaAAAATTTTT!!!" Jack screamed, extremely aggravated.
Gibbs cautiously walked in, "Captain. We've reached port."
Jack sighed, "Why thank you Mr. Gibbs but couldn't ye've told me when we actually docked??"
"But Captain, it was ye're order was to be told of upcoming ports."
Jack's brow furrowed, "And when exactly did I give this said order?"
Gibbs looked confused, "Last night, Captain."
Jack looked at him and then chuckled, "Mr. Gibbs…Last night I was utterly and entirely drunk. There for, I have no idea what ye're talking about."
Gibbs bit the inside of his lip, "Oh…well. We have um…reached port. So…"
Jack swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched.
"Which port?"
"Captain?"
"What port is it, Mr. Gibbs?"
"Oh, it is Port Pennington. Do we make port?"
Jack sighed and set his elbows on his knees.
"Why not. Make port."
"Aye, sir." And Gibbs was gone.
Jack groaned and laid his face in his hands.
"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger. Well…" He got up and went to his drawers. "Might as well get up and going, since I was so rudely awakened from me slumber."
He opened one drawer that held his shirts and another that held his britches.
"Hmm…what should this dashing pirate wear this fine day? White and blue? White and blue or dirty white and blue?" Held up two shirts. Both white, but one incredibly dirty.
"White and blue it is." He said he grabbed a pair of britches and a shirt.
After he finished dressing he grabbed his tricorn hat and jacket and walked out on to the deck.
Many of the crew members turned around to the arrival of their Captain.
What's up with the staring? I wasn't in me cabin THAT long. Just a few days…maybe a week.
"Ello Cap'n! Feeling back to normal today?" Ragetti called from his place next to some ropes.
"Shut up you fool!" Pintel hissed at him.
Jack smirked, "Feeling quite fine and dandy if you must know. Thanks for asking, mate."
Pintel just looked confused as Ragetti snickered at him.
"Mr. Gibbs!" Jack shouted to Gibbs who was at the helm.
"Yes Cap'n?"
"How much longer do ye reckon?" Jack said as he accepted a bottle of rum from Cotton.
"Thanks mate!" He mumbled to him.
"A good half hour at the most, Cap'n" He shouted back.
"Wonderful." With that he walked to the back of the Pearl and took a large gulp of the spicy liquid he had in his hand.
"No I'm not gonna do it…"
Gulp…
"Nope…"
Gulp…
"Nada chance"
Double gulp…
"Hm…might as well…GIBBS!!" He screamed as he quickly made his way to the helm.
"Yes Cap'n?"
"Change of plans, we have a need to sail upriver, savvy?"
"Aye, Cap'n. But why?"
"Just do it, mate."
"Aye, sir."
Jack then departed to his cabin.
If Tia Dalma didn't help him with his little issue than he had no choice but go to her.
He started to think…
Would she welcome me back or would she throw me out…Guess we're just gonna have to find out…but I don't wanna find out.
With that, he sat at his desk and drank him self silly. Something he did even more ever since she left him.
