Am I dead?
"No, no, not the rum…" Will sat up upon hearing the mumblings. He looked around him, bodies were strewn across the deck, all of them breathing, asleep it seemed. Few were hurt, some bleeding, although, not badly. His brow furrowed. There were hardly any signs of the storm; the ship was in perfect condition, the waters calm and blue. He looked about him for Jack, rushing to the captain.
"Jack, Jack, wake up!" He said, shaking the pirate. Jack twitched, wrinkling his noise, although, made no other moves.
"Jack…"
"No, not the rum, not my rum…" Will laughed quietly, shaking Jack's arm. After a few minutes of unsuccessful wake up methods, Will grinned.
"Jack, Elizabeth burnt all the rum." He said, sadly. Jack jumped up.
"She did what?" The shout was enough to wake up many of the crew, who looked panicked at Jack's exclamation.
"She burnt the rum?!" Jack repeated, looking infuriated. Will shook his head.
"Jack…" Jack ignored him, looking down at himself, patting his chest and his arms.
"Am I alive?" He asked, looking at Will quizzically. Will nodded.
"Very much so. And look. The ship looks untouched, the crew are all fine." He paused, letting Jack look about.
"Something's not right." Jack looked at Will.
"Yer telling me, mate." He straightened up, clearing his throat.
"Mates, I do believe that we have successfully crossed through the pillars!" He shouted. There was a cheer as Jack sauntered away, followed by Will.
"What? So, all that, the storm, the water? That was all about getting to the treasure? You almost killed us all for the treasure?" Will sounded angry, furious even. Jack stopped for a second, turning to Will.
"Aye." He said, beginning to walk again. Will gritted his teeth but, instead of pursuing Jack and punching the living daylights out of the pirate, rushed down the step to his cabin, where he had last seen Elizabeth. Jack continued along the deck to his cabin, where he had left Violet, for her own good, of course. He slipped the key from his pocket, unlocking the door and peeking in. The cabin was in a worse condition than the deck. The bookcase was lying face down on the floor, the desk broken. The bed was still in place, however, and lying on the floor beside it was a figure. Jack panicked; rushing to the spot Violet was curled. She looked peaceful enough, her face calm, although, a deep gash above her eye was bleeding. He scooped her up, sitting the both on the bed and gently shaking her.
"Violet? Violet, love, wake up…" He cooed, although, upon hearing himself he stopped.
"Violet, wake up." He said, this time more sternly.
"Wake up, love…" Violet stirred as Jack shook her again. She opened her eyes, just a crack, a small smile coming to her lips.
"Am I dead?"
Jack smiled down at me.
"Nah, love, not dead. Well, not that I know of." He said, helping me into a sitting position. I grinned.
"Good, I don't want to be dead, not yet…" I yawned. Jack nodded his agreement.
"Not a welcome thought in my mind either, love. Now, just hold still…" He said, leaning over me. I jumped, scrambling away.
"What are you doing?" I hissed, accusingly. Jack looked hurt.
"Well, I ain't gonna rape ye if that's what ye thought." He said, moving away.
"I was just gonna check yer eye. It's bleeding." He said, still looking hurt. I frowned, putting my fingers to my head. I pulled it away when I felt sticky blood, dripping down my head and onto my fingers. I looked at Jack, guiltily.
"Sorry, I just…" Jack shook his head.
"It's fine. Just come here." He said. I nodded, crawling towards him and shuffling onto my knees. He placed a hand on my cheek, tipping my head to the light to inspect my injury.
"Looks deep. Might need to be stitched…" I pulled away.
"No, no stitches!" I insisted, although, he placed his hand under my chin, tipping up my head again.
"It'll definitely need stitches…"
"No!" I hit his hand from me, scowling at him.
"I don't want any stitches. It will heal by itself." I said, stubbornly. Jack shook his head.
"It won't. Well, it will, but it'll leave a big scar right above them pretty eyes of yers. But if that's what ye want…" He said abruptly, standing up and beginning to walk away. I could almost picture him counting on his fingers, three, two, one...
"Wait!" Jack turned to me, grinning.
"I knew ye'd come 'round ta my way o' thinkin', love. Great minds think the alike, and all."
"Yes and fools seldom differ." I muttered, looking away. He grinned.
"Well, it's a good job that I'm not a fool then, isn't it?" He said, grabbing a bottle of rum, kept under his pillow. I shook my head, amazed it was still there, full and intact.
"What is the damage? The storm was bad. I suppose we didn't make it through the pillars?" I said, trying to put off the stitches. Jack shrugged, not looking at me.
"No damage. Well, none that can't be fixed quickly and easily. Now, hold still…" He said, ripping a piece of cloth from his sash and placing it over the now open bottle rim. He tipped it up and I watched as the liquid soaked into the cloth.
"This is gonna hurt, isn't it?" I said, dreading the moment the cloth came into contact with my skin. Jack nodded, tipping my face towards the light and gently dabbing the cloth against the cut. I hissed in pain, screwing my eyes shut.
"Is it over?" I asked when the cloth was removed. Jack shook his head.
"Needs to actually be stitched, love." Jack said, walking to a cupboard across from the bed. He rummaged around for a second, finally pulling out a curved needle and some thread. He threaded the needle and sat down beside me, coating the needle in rum.
"Ready, love?" I closed my eyes but nodded my head. Jack put his hand on my cheek, steadying himself as the point of the needle touched my skin. I hissed as it went through, Jack pulling it through and stitching some skin back together. The more stitched he did the tighter I clenched my fists, tightening them until I made bloody fingernail prints on my palms.
"It's over, it's over…" Jack soothed after the stitches were complete. I nodded and suddenly felt myself pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped around me, comforting me.
"Thank you." I whispered. He nodded.
"No problem, love." He moved so he could see me, smiling slightly, looking into my eyes. I felt butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach as his lip moved towards mine. And then they touched. He had soft lips, flavoured with rum, salt and spices, not at all unpleasant. My hands went to his neck and hair, never wanting to let go. And yet, I knew it was too good to be true.
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