Captain Jack picked up a bottle of rum from where it'd sat on the table. Angelica was literally guarding the door, not letting him near it. He bit the cork of the bottle in his teeth and pulled it from the bottle, spitting it a few feet away. He sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He took a swig of rum, forcing himself to relax. Sure, he was trapped in the cabin, but at least he didn't have to deal with the crew's bickering.
Judging by the light through the window, he guessed that it was around noon. He could clearly see that the normal crew was out, but the First Mate was nowhere in sight. It was obvious that the man was taking a long deserved rest. The captain didn't blame him either. It was hard work commanding a crew this large single-handed.
Captain Jack took another sip of rum, glancing at Angelica. "Are you really going to stand there all day?" He asked, raising both eyebrows and giving his favorite smirk.
She crossed her arms. "I will if I have to, Jack. I know you. Always sneaky about things."
His grin grew wider. "You have a point. Not like I'll get very far though. Hard to be sneaky after being stabbed with a sword jus' last night."
"Fine." She consented, her Spanish accent thick in her voice. "But if you try anything-"
"I know, I know." He raised his empty hand into the air. "Ye'd be pulling a sword on me."
Angelica walked over to the bed, sitting on the foot of it and looking away. "Exactly."
Captain Jack managed a wry grin. "I actually guessed on that. Turns out I know ye better than I thought I did."
"Stop flirting, Jack." She grumbled, snatching the rum bottle from his hand and capping it.
"Hey!" He retorted, frowning. "I was drinkin' that."
The Spanish woman got up and walked over to the table, placing the bottle on it. She walked back over and sat down again. "I know." She flashed him a mischievous smile.
The captain crossed his arms across his chest and shook his head. "Women." He muttered to himself.
"I heard that." Angelica said in a warning tone.
"Mhm." He shrugged, annoyance in his voice. "Not surprised." He felt the rum beginning to take affect on him. "Angelica."
She turned, looking at him with a curious gaze. "What?"
"You look beautiful, love." He burst out.
"You drunk idiot." She rolled her eyes, turning away.
"No, really." Captain Jack murmured. "You look absolutely stunning."
His gaze had moved towards her breasts. Angelica glared at him. "Cállate."
"C'mere." This one word came out slurred.
She crossed her arms definantly. He reached towards her, only to have his hands slapped away.
"No lo intentes, Sparrow." She spoke in Spanish.
He raised an eyebrow. "I-I don't speak Spanish, love."
"Don't try it, Jack. Shut up, por favor."
The captain let out a drunken laugh. "Relax, love. I'm not hurting you." He glanced around to make sure that he wasn't actually hitting her. "We have no problem here. Savvy?"
"Maybe I should've let him out…" Angelica muttered to herself, clearly annoyed. Then she glared at him. "Tomorrow your friend Gibbs can watch you, idiota."
Captain Jack gripped her shoulder firmly. "I think I'm fine with ye instead, love. No need to worry bout 'morrow."
That earned him a slap across the face. "You aren't yourself. Despertarse, Sparrow."
"Ow." He rubbed his cheek. "I think I am myself. You need to wake up, love. Feel the truth."
"Tu hablas mentiras." She shook her head, looking away. "Madre de Dios, help me."
The captain gave a goofy grin. "I can make all of your worries go away, love. Just let me."
*X*
Those last three words hit her hard. She was having a hard time not giving in to this drunk idiot, yet, he kept pressing the matter. Before she could react, he had pulled her on top of him, lying on the bed. He rolled over so that he was on top, the grin even wider on his face.
"Just let me, love." He repeated.
Angelica couldn't help it anymore. "Seguir adelante, Jack." She murmured, smiling at him.
*X*
Satisfaction flew through the captain as he pressed his lips to hers. He felt her pressing back just as equally. He deepened the kiss and she did the same. She moaned and he let out a groan slightly louder. His hands moved from where they pinned her down. One on her left hip, the other on her left shoulder. Her hands didn't stay still either; one held the back of his neck to her face and the other on his lower back.
There was a knock on the door. They ignored it. The person outside banged harder.
"Jack!" Gibbs voice was muffled through the door. "Angelica? Open up!"
They kept kissing and writhing in each other's grip on the bed, not reacting to the door opening. There was a few footsteps in, but they suddenly stopped.
*X*
"I best be coming back later." The First Mate cringed in embarrassment and disgust.
Either one or both of em are drunk. Then he thought of something; What if the rest of the crew were to see this? He closed the door to the cabin, locking it before sitting down in the chair by the table.
*X*
Captain Jack tried to pull Angelica closer as she pulled away, shaking her head in regret. He tried again, but she was already off the bed. The drunk man flipped onto his hands and knees, moving towards her. He only earned a punch in the face, which led to him falling off of the bed and hitting his head on the corner of the table.
The captain groaned as he snapped back from his drunk state. He slowly moved to his hands and knees. "Ow."
"Jack?" Angelica was already moving around the bed to see if he was alright. "I'm so sorry!"
"Ye alright, Captain?" Gibbs put in.
"Physically okay-ish. Mentally not so much." Captain Jack responded gruffly, reaching a hand up to lift his bandana an inch away from his eyes. He used his finger, following the pain to the wound, which was pretty much just over his right eye. He could feel a warm substance on his fingers as he felt the wound. Blood. "Hmm, I'm bleeding. Nice punch."
The First Mate rolled his eyes at the captain's sarcastic humor. "Ye'd better get up, Jack."
"I'm not staying here all day, obviously." He replied.
With Angelica's help, Captain Jack got back to his feet. He pulled the bandana back over the wound, guessing that it would soak up the blood.
"How're you feeling?" She asked him.
"I actually have a small headache, a sore head, and then this." He gestured to the sword wound. "But, when you add it all up, not too bad." Then he added,"I feel good enough to take the wheel."
"No, Jack." Gibbs shook his head. "You're not taking the wheel."
"Why not? I'm supposed to be giving the orders here, mate." Captain Jack crossed his arms. "Ye've been working most o' the day, so ye'll be resting. I be taking the wheel."