The Captain walked in the room with Lola and another man following him, carrying a bag and three bottles of rum. All three of them were laughing at us, and I was embarrassed.

"Alright," said the Captain, breaking up our kiss. "This is Tomas. Hes our 'doctor', now would ye be needed anything Tomas?"

"Ill need someone to stay and help me, if you can spare a man." He looked at the Captain, and then down at Jack. "It would help me quite a bit."

"Ill stay." I heard myself say. "I dont have a problem with blood and I cant leave Jack after all of this. Besides, both of you are needed on the deck." I said, pointing to Lola and the Captain.

"I told you not to blame yourself for this. You dont have to stay." Jack said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Yes. I do." I said, turning away from his gaze. "What will I need to do?" I asked Tomas. The Captain and Lola left, and Tomas turned toward me.

"I'll be doing most everything. I'll just need you to hand me certian things when I ask for them, and help keep Jack from moving too much." He opened his bag and pulled out a needle, a special looking string, and a tweezer-like tool. He handed me the tweezers and looked at Jacks cut. "Now, Jack." He began. "I think you may have a bit of wood in here causing most of the pain. We need to get that out."

"Alright. Just do it fast." Jack answered, closing his eyes mockingly.

"Selesta, if you'll hand me the tweezers?" I placed them in his hand, and he searched Jack's wound. Gingerly, he lowered the tweezers and pulled out a small piece of wood. "How does that feel Jack?"

"Great, mate. Just great." He answered. "I'm going through 'surgery' and I just called it great. Oy, what am I comming to?" I laughed and Tomas looked over at me.

"I've gotten the wood out, but now we need to sew him up. If you'll hand me the needle and 'thread'." I watched as he carefully weaved through Jack's skin, sewing the wound together. It was actually interesting to watch. Jack on the other hand, wasn't enjoying himself.

"Ah!" He exclaimed halfway through, his face turning purple.

"Jack, are you ok?" I asked, beginning to worry.

"Pain." He said in a quick gasp. I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"It'll be over soon." I kissed him on his forehead.

"Done." Tomas said, and I looked over. He has sewn up Jack's cut, and I looked very neatly done. "Just one more thing left to do...Jack grab hold of something, this WILL hurt." He said, picking up one of the bottles of rum. Jack held on tighter to my hand, knowing what was coming. Tomas poured the rum on Jack's cut. I knew it would help in the long run, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for Jack, knowing the pain he was in.

"Well, I'm done here. Selesta, if you would come with me over here..." He pointed toward the door. "Do you think you could get Jack to drink those other two bottles?" He said pointing to the rum.

"I'm sure I could, why?" I asked.

"It would help put him out of pain." Tomas said.

"Alright. I'll try." I said as Tomas left the room. I walked back over to Jack, holding the rum.

"What's that for?" He asked, probably scared I would be pouring it on him.

"Doctors orders." I said opening the bottle. "Now, drink." He gave me the strangest look I had ever seen.

"Drink?" He asked. "I'm supposed to drink the rum?"

"Yes, you're supposed to drink the rum. It'll help you out of the pain or something like that." About a half an hour later there was nothing left, but two empty glass bottles, and a very drunk Jack.

"Hmm...you'd hardly know I just went through surgery! I feel GREAT!" Jack said with a laugh, and I couldn't help but laugh, too. He was pretty funny drunk. A few times he had tried to get up to go back to work, but I wouldn't let him. Who knows what would happen to his 'stitches' if he moved around too much. But, he was also a continueous talker. It seemed like everything he said was a thought that he spoke before he knew he was saying something stupid. And by the time he realized he had said something stupid, he had said something even more stupid! So, I decided to try my luck.

"Jack," I asked. "If you could have anything, what would you want?" I didn't really want to know what he wanted most in this world. I just wanted to see what he would say. He was just being to funny!

"Well, when I was thirteen, I decided that all I wanted was love. Then, when I was fourteen, I realized that was stupid, and decided all I wanted was Pirating, because I already had it. And why want something if you don't already have it, because then there is a chance that you'll never have it, savvy?" I laughed, he was rambling again!

"But what about now? You are fifteen. And your wants must have changed a bit." I asked, wondering what he'd say now.

"Aye. My wants have changed, but they're the same, too." He said. "I still want Pirating. That'll never change. But now, I want love again."

"But I thought you said you'd only want something if you already have it?" I asked, confused.

"Whose to say I don't have love?" He said, looking at me.