I paced around the room with my hands locked around my head. "What are we going to do? What are we going to do? What . . . are . . . we . . . going . . . to . . . do?!" I whispered loudly. My voice was cracking with fear, but my brow was crinkled in anger towards the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow, who, at the moment, was overly intoxicating himself with rum, because apparently it solves his problems wonderfully.

Why don't you just kill him? Get it over with? Hmmm. . . ? the first voice asked.

"Because he's not worth it," I mumbled at a level where Jack couldn't hear.

Jack laughed idiotically. Something in his drunken, empty mind must have sounded funny to him and as much I didn't want to know what it was, I had to find out. "What? What is so pathetically funny that can make you laugh at a time like this?" I asked.

"What are we going to do? What are we going to do?" Jack mocked me in a high octone voice that I had no idea he had, but then my mind drifted back to the inn. I remember hearing him shriek like a small, young girl. I rolled my eyes. Jack stumbled to his feet, trying to stand. "Stephenie," he started, taking another sip of rum, "it's like you haven't listened to me at all today." The bottle dropped from his hand. "I have a plan, remember? That's why we came upon this ship." He motioned to the room around us. He looked back at me with a smirk on his face. "You have to remember. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Of course. Because, you, Captain Jack Sparrow, can fix any problem no matter how hard or difficult it can be." I heard another bottle of rum open and Jack gulping it down. "I can't believe this! We're about to die and it's your fault!" I fell to the ground and banged my head against the wall. "Why didn't I kill you when I had the chance?!"

Before Jack could answer stupidly, a knock on the door hit my ears. To my surprise, Jack threw down his bottle of rum - I saw him cringe - and jerked out his sword. "Come out in the name of the queen," a soldier yelled.

Jack laughed without humor. "Never!" his voice boomed. With a few steps he grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it open. He stabbed the first three men then grabbed my hand. He flung his sword at the other two and made his way up the stairs. He leaned down to my ear. "Now is the time when we start running," he ordered.

We both turned around and sprinted as fast as we possibly could up to the deck. Apparently Jack expected less soldiers than this to be gathered here, because his mouth dropped as far as it possibly could.