Chapter 14: Just a normal day: Part 2

Amy's Prank #2

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me," Jack sung quietly to himself. His last prank went quite well. Very well indeed. And her slipping on the floor was a delightful addition to his prank, which he did not plan. Normally he wouldn't have turned to such an option as pranking, but this time it was different. Amy had set the first prank on him. She was the one who started the battle. And of course he wasn't just going to stand by and do nothing. What kind of a pirate would do that? Not him, that's for sure. His only option was to fight fire with fire. Now that his prank was fulfilled, he highly doubted that Amy would prank him back. Why would she fight back since she was going against Captain Jack Sparrow! Trying to beat him in anything would most likely lead to death or any other painful experiences.

Or in her case, utter humiliation.

To celebrate his successful prank, he was going to treat himself to a bottle of rum. Courtesy of Amy's hidden stash in her bathroom. He tried finding the Turner's stash that he and Amy shared last night in the study, but he couldn't find it, so his next best option was to steal from Amy. He was only going to take one bottle. It wasn't like she was going to notice anything.

Jack exited Will's study after he decided to end his quest for the alcohol. He stepped out into the hallway and headed upstairs to his fiancé's room. At the end of the hallway he noticed something laying on the middle of the floor. By squinting his eyes he could make out the outline of a bottle. A rum bottle to be exact.

"Well that's convenient." He swaggered across the floor until he reached the bottle. He bent down to pick it up, but before his hand grasped the bottle, it moved about a foot out of his reach. "What the-" Once again he reached down for the bottle and it moved out of his reach. A frustrating huff escaped his mouth and went after the bottle again. This time it moved even further out of his reach.

Jack stared at the bottle puzzled for a minute. How was it doing that? He took a step forward and the bottle moved away again. He took two steps forward and the bottle moved further away from him. This time he just stood there staring at the bottle intently. Jack moved his foot forward as if to take a step but immediately stepped back. The bottle stayed where it was. He repeated this a few more times and nothing happened. Convinced that the bottle wasn't going to move again, he bent down to pick it up. It moved out of his reach once again.

"Bloody possessed bottle." By now, a normal person would have given up and let the bottle stay where it was. But of course, Jack Sparrow is no normal person. He wasn't going to be conquered by a harmless bottle of rum. No. He was going to get that bottle. He was going to beat the bottle and drink the rum. He wasn't going to lose to a bottle.

"Fine I give up. Ye win." Jack put his hands up in defeat, and turned around and began to walk away, appearing to leave the bottle alone. A few steps later, Jack spun around and leaped towards the bottle in hope of grabbing it. Instead of catching it, he landed hard on the floor with no bottle in his arms. The bottle was instead laying on the ground just a few feet ahead of him, sitting innocently. He growled and got on all fours. Once again he pounced forward and ended up hitting his nose on the wooden floor. Slowly he raised his head up, ignoring the pain in his nose. He narrowed his eyes at the bottle and began to stare at it contently like he and the bottle were competing in a staring contest. All he had to do was to wait for the opportune moment to make his move. A few minutes later without any warning, Jack leapt forward, with all his might towards the bottle. This time he was successful.

"Ha ha! A bottle is no match for Capt'n Jack Sparrow." He sat in the middle of the hallway, not caring if anyone saw him. He victoriously opened his prize, and took one long swig from the bottle, only to spit it back out all over the floor. The liquid inside wasn't rum. It was…

"Water!" Jack cursed at the bottle and threw it into another room before stomping back down the hallway to go upstairs. Positioned at the end of the hallway, Amy began laughing to herself at Jack's attempts to catch the rum bottle. She pulled on the stringattached to the bottle and tugged the bottle back to her. Still laughing, she came out from her hiding spot behind a large chair. Amy grabbed the bottle to untie the string from its neck and stuffed the string in her pocket before walking to the kitchen to dump out the water. What she didn't know was that Jack was watching from behind a corner and saw her get up from her hiding place. It looks as Jack Sparrow has some competition.

Jack's Prank #2

After watching Jack receiving his prank, Amy decided to reward herself with a nice relaxing bath. And also to clean off the butter on her face and feet. She walked up to her room and into her bathroom to see a recently filled tub thanks to the maids. After undressing, she slipped into the warm tub and began to wash her feet.

Half an hour later, her feet and face were butter free once again. The water in the tub was still warm and relaxing to the touch which didn't allow her to get up just yet. Obeying her conscience Amy grabbed a book that she had brought in earlier and began reading where she left off.

Some time later, the water had begun to grow cold and her skin began to feel pruney. "Bloody water." She tossed the book back onto the counter and stood up in the tub. Amy stepped out onto the tile floor and reached out for the towel on the doorknob

"What?" The towel wasn't on the knob. She opened a cabinet where the towels were stored and saw that it was empty. Closing the cabinet her gaze casually went to the floor and saw that her clothes were gone.

"JACK!" It was him. Another one of his pranks. Oh he was going to get it bad now…

"If he took all my towels there has to be a reason for it." Then the thought hit her. Slowly she opened the door to get a quick peak into her room. And sure enough, lying on her bed, fast asleep was Jack Sparrow, with his hat covering his eyes to block out the sun pouring through the windows. Amy closed the door again to plan her strategy to get some clothes.

"I'll just run to my dresser, grab a shirt and pants and run back into the bathroom, without waking Jack up. Perfect." Just as quietly as before she opened the door and looked out into her room with only her head visible from the other side of the door.

"Ye finally done luv? " A few feet in front of the door was the completely awake pirate. She let out a small yelp and quickly shut the door.

"I thought you were asleep!"

"Looks can be deceivin' darlin'."

"Where the hell are the towels and my clothes!"

"You mean they aren't there? Ya have to stop losing things Amy."

"YOU TOOK THEM YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"

"Me? Why, I'd never do such a thing."

"Yes, of course you didn't and I hate rum," Amy spat bitterly.

"Are you suggesting I'm lying?"

"Yes that's what I'm suggesting!"

"Such a hurtful thing. Well even though yer accusing me of something I obviously didn't do,

I think I might know where yer clothes are."

"Tell me!"

"I think they might be in me room."

"Across the hall?"

"I believe that's where me room is."

"I'M NOT GOING OUT THERE NAKED!"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before luv."

"So, that would be admitting defeat. Which I'm not willing to do!"

"Well eventually you're gonna have to come out sometime."

"I'll wait until you leave!"

"I can stay out here a very long time luv. I'll wait out here as long as need be. It's not like I have anything else to do."

"You just want to see me give up."

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Well I'm going to stay in here as long as I can so you're just going to have to wait!"

"Like I said before, it's not like I 'ave anything to do. Take as long as you like."

"I will!" Amy mentally kicked herself for coming up with such a bad comeback. Amy sighed as she leaned against the wall. Letting Jack see her naked wasn't what she was angry about. After living on the Black Pearl for almost a year, Jack seeing her naked would be nothing new to either of them. But going out there would be admitting defeat, and that's the last thing she wanted. So, she contemplated her other options. She could:

a. Somehow escape from the room and climb out the window while praying that no one sees her.

b. Yell and scream for help so someone will come rushing into her room and get her some clothes.

c. Hit Jack with something so he will be in pain, giving her a chance to run to his room and get some clothes.

"I think options 'C' is the best." An evil smirk grew on her face as she began looking around the room for something heavy, big, or blinding. Her search was soon over. Still sitting on the washstand was the evil cream that she used earlier that day as a prank on Jack.

"Perfect." She opened the bottle and peered inside, to see that there was enough left to smear on Jack's eyes to blind him for a few seconds. "I really must thank Elizabeth for this." All she needed now was a small cloth that Jack missed so she wouldn't get the cream on her hands. Otherwise she might have a hard time opening the doorknob which would delay her from getting her clothes.

Amy had already looked through all the cabinets, except for the one that she hid her rum in. If there wasn't a cloth there, then she would just use her hand and hope that her hands won't slip on the doorknob. She opened the small cabinet in the corner and looked behind all the bottles of rum. " I could have sworn I had one more bottle." In the very back, behind all the rum, there was what appeared to be half of an old towel. She smirked and pulled the dirty rag out. She then took the bottle and poured all its contents on the rag, smearing it all over the cloth so that it now had a thick layer on it.

"Fine Jack, you win. I'll come out."

"Knew you would give in luv. It was only a matter of time. Come out and we can get ya some clothes." Amy positioned the rag on her hand ready to be smacked right into Jack's face. She slowly opened the door and peered out into her room. Jack was standing right in front of the door with a very proud smirk on his face. Before he could do anything, she lunged forward at him and smeared the cloth into his eyes.

"Bloody hell woman!" As Jack ran into her bathroom to wash the burning cream off his face, Amy quickly grabbed a blanket off her bed and wrapped it around herself. Running out of her room, she went straight to Jack's door and tried to open it. It was locked.

"Damn it! Why does Jack have to be smart?" Without a second thought, she ran over to Will and Elizabeth's door and knocked on it. "Is anyone in here?" When no one answered, she burst the door open and ran inside. Locking the door behind her, Amy collapsed against the wall and stayed quiet to make sure Jack didn't follow her.

Once she knew that she was safe, she let go of her breath, that she didn't realize she was holding, and began to breath heavily. As the last few minutes sunk into her mind, one small chuckle left her lips. One chuckle became a giggle. The giggle became a small laugh and soon enough Amy was laughing hysterically. She staggered over to the bed and leaned against the bedpost to try to hold her balance. Her laughing fit finally stopped but then started again when she heard Jack's cursing coming from the other room.

After another few minutes, her laughing ceased. "Now…why am I in here?" The lady pirate looked around the room until her eyes rested upon a dresser. "Oh right! I need clothes." Amy began looking through the drawers of the dresser for a shirt and pants that she could borrow from Will. Many drawers later, she still couldn't find a pair of pants that would fit her or a plain shirt.

"Damn." Her eyes casually glanced over to Elizabeth's wardrobe. There was always one other option. "Oh hell no. No dresses." Figuring that there were no other clothes left in the room, she quietly unlocked the door and looked into the hallway. Jack was standing at the top of the stairs with his back towards her. Quickly she closed the door before he could see her. If she went into the hallway Jack would she her and then who knows what would happen. She was trapped in the room. With no clothes.

Amy's gaze once again travelled over to the wardrobe. "Damn Jack. Things always end up going his way."

"Where is that girl? Putting that death cream on my face…that woman's going to be the death of me." The sound of a door closing behind him caught his attention. He turned around and saw a woman in a green dress walking towards him. At first he thought it was Elizabeth, but then realized it was someone else.

"Well, I must say this wasn't a complete loss," he said while eying her dress closely. Amy took a threatening step towards him so she was standing close to his face.

"I would watch your back if I were you," she said coldly before heading down the stairs.

"I won't be able to, seeing as how I'll be looking at someone else's back," he replied with an amused tone. A few seconds later, a shoe flew through the air and collided with his head.

"Bloody hell you violent woman!" He immediately picked the shoe up from the ground and threw it back in the direction it came. Instead of hearing curse words, there was the sound of something falling to the ground and breaking.

"What was that?" Will called from a room down the hall.

"That was Jack! It was all him! He did it, not me! It's his fault!" Amy quickly answered back.

"Damn."

Amy's Prank #3

"That woman is going down." She was going to get what she deserved, that's for sure. She had pranked him two times already and also blamed him for breaking a vase. (Which he did, but that's beside the point) The point is that no one pranks Jack Sparrow and gets away with it. He has got to hit her hard with the next prank.

After changing out of his damp shirt that he spilled water on, again, from trying to wipe the painful cream off his face, again, and putting on a new one, he put his boots back on after letting them dry off for a while, since they too were also damp from the water. Jack sat on his bed and slipped his boots on his feet. He scratched his leg inside the boot before walking out the room in search for Will. They needed to decide when to fight again.

With each step he took his feet seemed to become itchier. He had to stop numerous times on the way down the stairs to scratch his leg or rub his boot against the railing to help soothe the irritated skin on his foot where he couldn't reach it. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, he couldn't take a step without scratching or rubbing his boots against something.

"What do you need Jack?" When he looked up the pirate was standing in the doorway rubbing his feet together vigorously, almost appearing as if he was trying to do a dance of some sort. "Jack, are you alright?"

"Me…legs…itch." He started to rub his left leg against the doorframe and scratched the other leg with his fingers.

"Why?"

"Well if I…knew that William…I would be doing something about it…now wouldn't I?" Jack found a nearby cane and stuck it down his boot to help scratch the inside of his right foot.

"What's that on your foot?" Will pointed at a spot of white powder on his right boot.

"Well that's interesting."

"Giving Will a dance lesson, eh Jack?" Amy stepped inside the living room from behind Jack and watched him continue his 'itching dance'. He took one glance down at his boot and then back up at her. She was now wearing her regular clothes instead of Elizabeth's dress, which meant that she had been to his room. And that meant…

"You did this." Jack's glare became ice cold and he removed his cane from his boot to rub his left foot. Will noticed that Jack still had the cane and quickly walked over to Jack and took it away from him before he was tempted to do anything violent.

"Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?"

"Fine. Ye wanna play this way? Then we will." Jack exited the room in his clog-like stepping.

"I think you need some more dance lessons!" On his way up the stairs the pirate captain flicked his fiancé off.

"Oh, I'm good."

Jack's Prank #3

After chatting with everybody in the kitchen, and checking on Elizabeth who had lately been feeling sick, Amy needed a pick-me-up. And she knew just where to get it of course: Her rum stash in her bathroom.

Making her way up to her room, stopping a few times along to look ahead of her in case Jack was planning something, Amy stepped inside her room, locked the door and rushed to the bathroom. She opened the cabinet in the corner and reached her hand in to grab a bottle of her precious rum. There was nothing. Opening the door more to look inside the cabinet, she discovered that there was absolutely nothing inside except for some dust and a dead spider in the back.

"JACK!" He took her rum. Her rum. The only rum in the house. The only thing that keeps her sane while she's stuck in this house. Well that and Jack helps relieves her stress, but the latter one is working well right now. And now he took away her only chance of staying sane while talking about the wedding plans. The butter and the towel was one thing, but this. This is just plain cruelty. Her rum. Not someone else's that she stole, but hers.

"Jack is a dead man." Amy slammed the cabinet shut and stomped out of her room and back to the kitchen where she had been few minutes ago.

"Where is he?" She demanded from everyone. Before any of them could speak, someone answered for them.

"Ye asking 'bout me luv?" She spun around to see Jack standing in the doorway.

"Where the hell is it!"

"Where's what?"

"My rum! What did you do with it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't play games with me now Jack. The pranks were one thing, but this is different. Tell me where it is!"

"I'll tell ya where it is, with one condition. Just one small little thing. Say you give up and you'll stop pranking me."

"What!"

"That's all I'm askin'. All ye have to say is 'Jack I give up and I promise to stop pranking you.'"

"I'm not going to give up that easily!"

"But you are willing to give up not so easily," Jack pointed out cheekily. Amy opened her mouth to protest but no words came out. Out of lack of words, she grunted and stomped her feet hard on the ground before returning to her room. When she was out of sight, a very proud pirates captain left the kitchen and left to enjoy his Amy's hidden rum stash.

Will, Elizabeth, Gibbs, Sarah, Johnny, and Kyle's POV

"But you are willing to give up not so easily." Amy stomped her foot hard on the ground and quickly left the room and Jack soon followed.

"Jack is going to get himself killed the way he's acting," Will stated.

"He's already signed his death warrant," Sarah added.

"Honestly I don't see the point in all of this. It's just a silly childish game if you ask me." Elizabeth expressed her opinion.

"That's 'cause it is," Gibbs said.

"Then what's the point of doing it?"

"Those two that just walked out of the room are two of the craziest people in the world. What goes on in their minds, we may never know…"

"What I do know is that if we don't stop this soon, this house is going to become hell on earth," Sarah said. Everyone around the table agreed.

"But how are we going to stop them?" Johnny asked.

"What they need is a taste of their own medicine," Kyle thought out loud.

"Are you suggesting that we pull a prank on them so they will stop pranking each other?" Sarah suggested.

"Yes, I guess that's what I'm saying."

"I like it. I like it a lot." The rest of the group agreed with her. "What are we going to do to them?"

"We will probably have to do something pretty severe." Will said.

"Something that would get their attention." Johnny added.

"What's the one thing they would both hate to lose?" The group of friends all sat in thought for a few silent minutes until Gibbs got an idea.

"Rum. They both can't live without rum." Everyone nodded.

"So how are we going to get them with that?" Sarah asked. Gibbs opened his mouth to speak but it was quickly replaced with a confused look.

"I know." Elizabeth's voice broke the silence. Surprised by her comment everyone turned their attention to her.

"How?" Will asked curiously.

"It's simple, but it should work very well. This is what we have to do…"

Will, Elizabeth, Gibbs, Sarah, Johnny and Kyle's Prank

Jack once again headed to Will's study. Amy had not played any pranks on him within the last hour and he decided that she needed to see her rum again. Only see it of course, not drink it. She just needed to be reminded of what she didn't have. And maybe, just maybe, she would give in.

Jack entered through the doorway to the room and walked over to the small brown cabinet in the corner. Luckily he found where Amy retrieved the drinks from last night and was now able to take as much as he wanted. He bent down to open the small door and looked inside to speculate the bottles and pick out which one to take. Only this time there was a difference. Instead of bottles of alcohol, the only thing inside was a small piece of paper with a note on it.

Jack and Amy-

Since you two can't stop playing this childish game, we're taking away what is precious to you until you two come to your senses and stop this ridiculous, childish game.

-Will, Elizabeth, Sarah, Johnny, Gibbs, and Kyle

Jack tossed the note aside and frantically searched through the cabinet for any sign of alcohol left. No bottles left, no hidden doors, not a thing left. Everything was gone. All the brandy, whiskey, rum…Amy's rum. He left Amy's rum in there which meant that it's gone too. She's mad enough at him as it is. Now that her rum has disappeared, he was going to have to deal with her wrath. Again.

"Damn them." Jack slammed the door shut and crumbled the note in his hand out of frustration. After climbing up the stairs to Amy's room, worrying about what was going to happen to his safety, he finally made it to her door and knocked.

"Come in." Jack slowly opened the door and walked in. Amy put down the book she was reading on her stomach and looked up to see who was there. "Oh. It's you. Come to play another prank on me? What are you going to do next, steal my book?" she said with no enthusiasm.

"I haven't come here to prank ye again."

"Then why are you here? Trying to make me give up again?" Amy turned the page in her book.

"No, I came here on a truce." Her eyes moved away from the book to meet Jack's.

"Really?"

"Really." She studied his face for a second before marking her spot and tossing the book aside on the bed. Jack sat down next to her and flattened out the note from his hand. "Read this." He handed her the note and watched her read it.

"So they took the alcohol out of the study. You can just bring out my rum and we can drink that."

"You see, that's the problem."

"What do you mean, that's the problem?"

"When I took yer rum, I put it in that cabinet along with everything else." Amy stared back at him with a blank expression.

"Please say you put it in after they took everything."

"Well…no." She clenched her jaw and attempted to calm herself down with a deep breath.

"So they took my rum?"

"Uh…perhaps." Amy shut her eyes tightly and her right hand formed into a fist. Jack scooted slightly away from her when he saw this.

"How are we going to get them back?"

"I've already been thinking."

Jack and Amy's Prank

"Jack! Amy! Are you coming?" Elizabeth called from the dinner table. "Why are they always late?" She paused for a second. "On second thought, don't answer that."

A minute later Amy walked into the room pulling Jack behind her arguing about which word is funnier.

"I'm telling you Jack, the word goat is funnier."

"No, the word sheep is funnier."

"Goat."

"Sheep."

"Goat."

"Sheep." By this time, the couple noticed that everyone present in the room were staring at them. "Ah yes um…what's for dinner?" They quickly took their seats next to each other and continued to receive odd stares from the company around them.

"I believe we're having ham tonight." Will stated to help rid of the strange feeling in the room.

"Great." The table sat in silence until a servant brought in the main course. "Oh look the food is here," Jack pointed out very quickly. Soon everyone forgot the little mishap that just occurred and was now focused on receiving their food. Gibbs and Kyle jumped at the chance of getting food on their plate and started piling it on as soon as it was in their reach. Johnny would have joined then but his wife held him back and calmly reached for a slice of ham. Jack and Amy secretly shared a look between themselves and watched everyone grab their food. Amy took a roll for herself and Jack waited for the fun to begin.

Gibbs and Kyle were very eager to eat their food. Once both of the men had at least five pieces of meat on their plate, they immediately dug in. At the same time the two men bit into their ham and chewed it vigorously in their mouths. Unfortunately they didn't notice the new seasoning on the ham. As they were chewing the meat, their mouths were greeted by a new taste. Not by a juicy, pleasant taste, but a strange taste that was making their tongues go numb while making their eyes water from the spiciness. Too bad they failed to notice the excessive amount of ginger on the ham.

As this was happening, the other couples across the table were having problems of their own. Will offered to pour Sarah some wine after Elizabeth had declined and poured some of the drink into her goblet. Sarah thanked Will for the wine and drank some and Will did so as well. After taking one sip, both began to cough on their drink. Most likely from the salt mixed in with the wine. Sarah quickly grasped her neck while Will pounded on his chest to clear his throat. His hand jerked so violently from coughing that he tipped the glass over too far and spilled the red wine on his wife's dress. Elizabeth gasped and then immediately began yelling at her husband.

While Sarah was coughing on her drink, her husband Johnny was also having troubles. He grabbed a saltshaker off the table but as soon as he picked it up from the tabletop, it slipped from his hand. Johnny grabbed the salt again and this time was able to get the shaker to his plate. When he went to sprinkle some salt on his dinner, the shaker once again slipped from his hands and fell onto the food. The top on the saltshaker was loosened so the salt smothered his food in the seasoning.

The two pirates sitting quietly at the table were enjoying this sight immensely. Sarah was still coughing from her wine, Elizabeth was complaining to Will about her dress while he tried to calm her down, Gibbs and Kyle eye's were watering from the large amount of ginger on their ham, and now were coughing along with Sarah because they drank some of the wine to try to get rid of the disgusting taste in their mouths, and Johnny was trying to scrape off the salt on his food, but was being unsuccessful. The Jack and Amy just sat there calmly, enjoying their work, listening to the yelling and grunts around them.

"Would you like a roll Jack?"

"Why yes I would Amy." Amy grabbed two rolls from a plate in the center of the table and gave one to Jack and kept one for herself. They bit into their rolls knowing that it was the only safe thing to eat.

Amy and Jack finished their rolls, together laughing inside at everyone around them. Suddenly, they noticed everything had gone quiet. Slowly both looked up and saw everyone at the table staring at them with looks that could kill.

"Um…roll anyone?" Jack asked nervously.

"Get them!" Sarah yelled. Jack and Amy took this as their signal to leave and jumped out of their chairs and ran as fast as their legs could carry them. Everyone left at dinner realized the pranksters were gone and made a mad dash after them.

The two pirates ran down the hallway and nearly ran past the stairs, but Jack grabbed onto the banister just in time and grabbed Amy's hand to pull her along. Taking two steps at a time, Jack ran up the stairs practically dragging Amy along the way, who nearly fell nearly falling every time he took a step. When at the top, he made sure Amy was alright and urged her to hurry up, since the sound of footsteps was getting louder behind them. She caught up with Jack and this time took the lead, pulling Jack behind her and ran down the hall. Amy swiftly pulled the door to Jack's room open and ran inside followed by Jack slamming the door behind them.

The sounds of yelling and footsteps got quieter and quieter. The duo stayed silent until the sounds of the small mob running after them was gone.

"They gone?" Amy asked.

"Yeah, I think so." Both of them looked at each other and within seconds, burst out laughing.

"Did…did you see Elizabeth? She was yelling at Will like crazy! I…feel sort of sorry for him," Amy said trying to talk in between her laughs.

"Poor lad. He has to live with that woman. And Gibbs…he acted like his mouth was on fire!" Jack and his future wife continued laughing for a few more minutes. Gradually their laughing grew down in intensity and ceased.

"How long do you think we should stay in here?" Amy asked from the bed, which she fell on during her laughing fit with Jack.

"Don't know. It'll take them a while to calm down. Especially Elizabeth." Jack laid down next to her on his bed.

"That's going to take a while. We're going to be stuck in here for a long time." The engaged couple sat in silence for a few moments.

"I'm bored." Jack looked over at his fiancé and saw her lying with her hands behind her back and her eyes closed. He smirked and bent down to kiss her. Amy was surprised by this and it took her a few seconds to react. Once she did though, she kissed him back with just as much force. He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

Outside the door, the sounds of running feet and yelling grew louder. The sounds grew noisier until it sounded like they were right outside the door. At that moment the doorknob shook and people talking could be heard outside.

"They're in here!" Elizabeth shouted from the other side. Jack and Amy stopped their previous actions and listened to the people on the other side of the door.

"Do you think they can get in here?" Amy asked worried.

"No. Door's locked." He turned back to the woman sitting on his lap and smirked. In no time they were back to what they were doing before.

"Wait! I have a key!" Will shouted. The sounds of keys jingling were heard by the two trapped in the room.

"Damn Will," Amy whined. Both looked at the window across the room. "Out the window?"

"Of course." The couple scrambled off of the bed towards the window. Jack climbed out first followed by Amy and climbed their way to the bottom.

I barely made my deadline! It's not the new year and this is posted, so it counts. Special thanks to My True Love for being my beta and getting this edited on time. I hope everyone had a merry Christmas and have a happy new year! Yay for 2007!