Disclaimer: Not mine
I go back to my writing roots with this chapter. Drunkenness between two of my favorite characters (of couse I love all characters, I just like writing these two in particular drunk together) I'm also off on another tangent so you're getting another new memory. Hope I'm not confusing you too much with this. Enjoy.
Will sighed as he leaned back in the sand. The sun had once again awakened him and it was already getting very hot. Everyone else was still fast asleep; Jack muttering, Elizabeth sighing and Norrington snorting loudly as he turned onto his stomach. Same thing as every morning really.
From his spot, Jack slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Morning Jack," Will said quietly.
"Morning Whelp," Jack said back. He stretched his arms and yawned loudly before scratching the back of his head. "Sun just come up?" the pirate asked.
"A few hours ago."
"And you've been up since then I'm guessing."
Will sighed and said nothing else. Jack got up and walked over to their remaining rum supply of fifteen bottles, grabbing one and opening the top.
"Isn't it a bit too early for alcohol?" Will asked.
"Never too early for a bit o' rum, Turner. Remember that. No wait, don't remember that. That's just my little secret."
Will rolled his eyes. "Sure Jack, whatever you say."
Looking off in the direction of the lake, Jack frowned and scratched his head some more. "Care to take a bit of a stroll with me seeing as how you're awake and all."
"What's in it for me?" Will asked, mockingly serious as he crossed his arms against his chest.
"Nothing but a little time with an old friend o' course. What did you think I wanted?"
Rolling his eyes yet again, Will stood up and dusted himself off. "Nothing. Let's get a move on so we can come back before they wake up."
Jack waited till Will came over to him grabbing two extra rum bottles before the two walked away looking back once more and watching as Norrington whispered into the sand, "Lower, lower, lower..."
Will's eyes grew wide at that and Jack's eyebrow rose as they continued on their way.
Jack walked side by side with Will, rum bottle still in hand.
"You know, I haven't had a good rum in awhile now. Since being stuck on that...ship and all."
Will nodded and looked away, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Remember that first night when we saw each other," Jack asked, taking another swig from the bottle.
"Of course; you were randomly chosen to show me around. That was some luck right there..."
Will was brought onto the deck the next night and immediately thrown to the floor.
"Customary two lashes and then we'll find ye a job to do wit someone," the Captain said before walking into his cabin.
Will was tied to the mast and after the first crack, immediately he felt as though his back was on fire yet again. The second lash caused him to wince but he forced himself not to cry out.
After giving him a few minutes to just take in the pain, they untied him and unceremoniously dragged him to his feet. Pushing Will to keep on walking; they stopped by a pair of boots. Will finally looked up and gasped unconsciously.
"What?" the angry crewman asked.
Will blinked a few times but said nothing before the other man spoke, hands moving wildly as he went.
"I believe that this man is just taking some deep breaths after a whooping like that you know. Is there something you wanted my opinion on mate?"
"Sparrow, you're to take this boy under yer wing so ta speak. Teach 'im 'ow de nigh crew runs so dat by mornin he'll be ready to work de day shift too."
The man walked off laughing as Will felt his knees buckle beneath him. Jack caught him before he hit the deck and Will quietly thanked him under his breath.
The two stopped at a tree to take a rest. Jack grabbed a new rum bottle from out of a pocket and began to drink from it. He took a seat and slowly Will sat down beside him. Wordlessly Jack removed another rum bottle from another pocket and handed it to Will.
"Why are you giving me this?" Will asked slightly amused.
"Spur of the moment thing," Jack said with a shrug. "If you don't want it then I'll gladly take it back."
Jack reached out a hand but Will withheld the bottle, hugging it closely to his person. He opened the top and took a sip, cringing as it went down his throat.
"Acquired taste," Jack said before continuing to chug from his own bottle.
"What're you doing here?" Will asked.
"Me," Jack said pointing to himself, "what're you doing here? I thought you were still in Port Royal wit yer wife trying to make little ones."
"We were until we felt like living elsewhere. We were on Norrington's ship and..."
"Norrington; he's here too?"
"Yes; we were attacked and separated. I haven't seen or heard from Elizabeth since. I can't sleep, I can barely think straight. I don't know where she is."
The more he spoke, the more Will looked as though there were a giant weight upon his shoulders. He really didn't seem to know what to do and it was killing him.
"William listen to me, it's going to be fine. Now shut up and let me tell you what we have to do here."
Will nodded and Jack lowered himself so that they were now both eyelevel with each other as he explained the simple job. Jack had to admit that Will looked awful.
He had very dark circles under his eyes, cuts and a few bruises from his face all the way down his neck, and everything about him just screamed in a need for a good bath.
"So we just have to mop the deck then?" Will asked a few minutes later.
"Aye, that's about it. Is that fine William?"
Will nodded and grabbed the nearby tool and bucket. Jack noticed something else that was different about the boy. A certain look in his eyes.
Defeat.
Elizabeth rolled over and saw that her husband was gone. Sitting up she saw that Jack was missing as well and James was still seemingly fast asleep.
"Come on Patrick; you dared me so it's only fair that you do it once dared. Jeff did it; I did it, now it's your turn. Climb the damn tree! I'm waiting..."
"James, wake up," Elizabeth said smacking the man in the arm.
"Ow. Elizabeth? That really hurt," James said, rubbing the spot and glaring at her.
"Well we're missing two members of our little surviving group so would you please help me look for them," she said standing.
While following the footprints still in the sand, she heard him say, "Where did Turner and Sparrow go?"
"They're missing, in case you missed that part when I said it. Now if you'd help me to find them then I would be SO appreciative," she shouted.
James got to his feet and quickly walked over to her. "All right, you don't have to yell."
Elizabeth resisted the urge to hit him as they continued walking. James put one hand to his ear and listened to something in the distance.
"What is it?" Elizabeth asked, still slightly irritated.
"Do you hear...singing?"
"Singing?" Elizabeth listened as well. Though it was far in the distance, she could easily hear some sort of tune. "Is that Jack?"
The two of them shared a similar look as they continued walking.
"Firty free bottle o' rum on de wall. Firty free bottles o' rum. Take one down pass it aroun. Firty two bottles o' rum on de wall."
James and Elizabeth found Will and Jack sitting under a tree, both with rum bottles in their hands. And they were singing. Drunkenly.
"Will Turner," Elizabeth said, loudly and marching forward.
"You're really goin' to get it now," Jack said smiling.
If you've seen Coupling, then you'd totally get James sleep muttering. Otherwise, thank you for reading (and like I said before I really hope I'm not confusing you too much. Sorry if I am)
