I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. Also, sorry the chapters are so short! It seems like I'm writing a thousand stories all at once so it's hard to write really long chapters right now. I'll keep trying! And sorry this one took so long...
Chapter Twelve: And a Bottle of Rum
The morning was dark. We'd left Port Johnson the previous day and now I was on deck because I couldn't fall asleep. The rest of the crew seemed to have no problem with their slumber, for I could hear loud snores and grumblings of sleep. I thought I was alone, but I spotted Jack behind the wheel of the ship.
"What on earth are you doing?" I asked him.
"Drinking."
"This early in the morning?"
"It's never too early for a drink."
"Jack, you have to steer the ship."
"What?"
I glared at the captain of the Black Pearl angrily. I knew the present I'd gotten him might cause trouble.
"Jack, why don't you let go of the wheel and come over here?"
"Okay," he slurred and staggered over to me.
"Closer," I said and smiled. He walked a few more paces. "A bit more," I urged. Finally he and I were face to face. He smirked down at me.
"Fallen for ol' Jackie 'av you?" he laughed. I reached around him, like I was going to put my arms around his neck, but at the last second, I took the bottle of rum he was holding out of his hand.
"Not a chance Sparrow," I chuckled. He frowned.
"What's the matter with me?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
"You've been drinking," I stated.
"No, I mean, why...not," he paused and hiccuped. "Why not me, as a...what's the word? Ah, yes, companion."
"We've gone over this Jack," I sighed.
"You're boring," he said. I looked at him in surprise.
"What?"
He leaned toward me.
"You're too loud and boring. I bet you don't drink rum...ever."
"I drink when I want to, thank you very much. I just know when to say no, and I'm saying no to you and your rum!" I exclaimed.
"If you were a man, you'd be a eunuch," Jack slurred.
"What? That doesn't make any sense and you know it," I told him.
"I've changed me mind," Jack said.
"About what, Jack?"
"About you being boring. You're pretty. Jus' like a doll. Pretty pretty doll," he laughed.
My eyes narrowed.
"Exactly how much have you been drinking Jack?"
"Princess."
"That's not an answer Jack. Don't make me slap you," I warned.
"I may have 'ad a bottle or two and maybe bought a few more..."
"Oh Jack. What am I going to do with you?" I sighed.
"I could think of a few things," he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Do shut up," I snapped.
"Kiss me?" he slurred.
"What?" I asked, stunned.
"Darlin'," he put a hand under my chin and brought my face closer to his. "Kiss me."
Whether it was the overwhelming scent of rum somehow getting to my head, or lack of sleep, or sheer stupidity, I obliged.
His breath tasted like rum, but for some reason, it made him intoxicating. He didn't smell bad for once, as if he'd taken a bath, and the smell of warm air, sea spray, and some other scent I couldn't identify filled my nose as he pressed me closer to his body. My fingers found their way into the mass of hair on his head and his lips pressed more forcefully against mine. Then, the kiss was over as quickly as it had started.
"What did I just do? Why did I just do it?" I wondered aloud.
"Because, luv, no one can say no to Captain Jack Sparrow."
When my eyes flickered open, they didn't see the familiar surroundings. The room was dark, there were heavy purple drapes over windows that would brighten the room. I sat straight up, head spinning and groaned.
"Where am I? What happened last night?" I asked myself.
"Well, first you found me drunk and we kissed, then, from what I can tell, you found your way into some rum and got so of your knocker that you stumbled 'ere, said some things, and passed out," a voice said from nearby. I spun around to look at the speaker.
"Jack? Oh God," I held my head and tried not to vomit as my stomach rolled.
"You alright luv?"
"No! I'm hung over and apparently I kissed you and said things to you that you probably shouldn't have heard," I yelled as loud as I could without making the room spin.
"I think you'd better lie down luv, you look a tad green," Jack said and walked over to me from where he was sitting.
"Stop calling me luv! One little kiss doesn't make me your luv," I yelled, then immediately felt sick.
"I call everyone luv. Why, just the other day I said to Mr. Gibbs, 'luv, why don't you find me some rum?'" Jack said. I chuckled and then felt okay for a moment.
"What exactly did I say when I found my way in here?" I asked Jack, who was studying my face intently.
"Oh, nothing interesting really...," Jack trailed off, looking suspicious.
"Jack, what did I say?"
"Just something about unicorns, and oh, the usual, you know, 'Jack you're so handsome, kiss me again,' etcecra..."
"WHAT? I did not say that!" I exclaimed.
"Oh but you most certainly did," he insisted. I groaned in response. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Mr. Gibbs came into the room.
"Captain! Oh, erm... Perhaps I-I'd better leave you two alone," he stuttered.
"It's okay Mr. Gibbs, I was just leaving." I glared at Jack once, then pushed by Mr. Gibbs to stumble towards my room.