So the last few days i've had kind of a block and then it came to me.. so here is more.. and much more to come. just wanted to say thanks to odette and dubblez-l-5 for reviewing.. i really appreciate it! lets me know this story is still being read and some people like it! hehe..

Chapter 37

"Drunken Musings"

After a few dances I had decided it time to face James. Even if I was half in the bag I figured it better to see him then not at all. I wasn't completely insensitive I truly did care about his feelings and what he thought. I was just afraid of the answer I was going to receive. I looked around and slowly began to inch my way toward the stairway that lead below. No one would notice if I were only gone for a few minutes. Finally at the stairway I swayed my way down the stairs, tripping on my own two feet I fell down the last three stairs. "Fuckin' 'ell!" I yelled, rubbing my head and neck as I picked myself up. My head snapped around when I heard someone laughing behind me. My stunned eyes found Jack standing halfway up the stairway. I muttered for him to shut up, knowing he didn't hear me when he began his way down the stairs. The only problem being he tripped on his feet and landed right on top of me, our heads crashing together with a loud 'thunk'

"Bloody 'ell!" we yelled in unison.

"That, I could 'ave done with out." I muttered, as I rubbed my forehead with my hand. Shaking my head lightly, my eyes came to focus on Jack's chocolate brown eyes. A mischievous grin spreading across his red lips and crept into his eyes. "Don't even.." Before I could even finish my sentence his lips pressed to mine. I debated for a few seconds if I should fight him off or go with it. I weighed the options in my mind then with a small shrug I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I slowly ran my fingertips down his muscular back; amazed I could feel the muscles through his jacket. When I heard a sudden gasp "I'm sorry so sorry!"

I pulled away from Jack and looked up to find Lydia standing at the top of the stairway with her hands plastered over her eyes.
"Oh, Lydia! We weren't doin' anythin'." I stated, as I looked to Jack, a stupid grin plastered on his lips. .

"I'm really sorry." She apologized again.

"It's our fault." I smiled. "Get off me!" I muttered to Jack slapping my palms against his chest. He slowly got up, pulling me along with him. "We weren't doin' anythin'." Was the only thing I could think of to say as I brushed myself off.

"I'll come back later." She muttered, her face turning crimson red as she turned on her heel and ran away.

"Good goin'." I said, smacking Jack's arm.

"I didn't do anythin'." He said to his defense.

"Yer the one who started it!" I said, steadying myself on the lightly moving wake of the ocean. Blinking a few times at the candlelight, we slowly made my way down the hallway toward the brig.

"Why don't we go in there and finish it?" he asked, pointing to a storage closet.

"No, I came down 'ere for business. And attend to business is what I'm goin' to do." I stated, as we continued down the hallway. I was short stopped when Jack's arm flew around my waist, pulling my back to his chest he whispered in my ear. "Then ye can attend to me?"

"If yer a good boy." I mused in a whisper as he released me as fast as he had grabbed me, he stood for a few moments puzzled by my words to his credit he recovered quickly and continued to sway lightly behind me.

"Where are we goin'?" Jack asked, looking around he picked up a lit lantern and followed behind me.

"To the brig." I stated simply, kicking aside a sack of wheat as I walked.

"Why?"

"I told ye, business."

"We're not gonna do it in the cold cell are we? Not that I mind, I just don't know if James would enjoy it.." he trailed off running into my back when he didn't notice I had stopped. "Then again, he might. Who knows." Jack laughed.

I shook my head and peered into the dark cell.

"James." I whispered. "Ye there?"

"'ere Jamesy, Jamesy, Jamesy." Jack said, peering into the cell as well, holding up the lantern for extra light.

"What do ye two want?" James snapped.

"Jamesy." Jack continued.

"Jamesy? That's oddy." I snickered as did Jack.

"Must be some celebration up there." James stated, not bothering to stand from the small bunk.

"Aye, big one." I nodded.

"Why don't ye come back when we can have a real conversation?" James asked coldly, rolling onto his side, his back now facing us.

"No, we need to talk now." I said seriously.

"There's nothin' to talk about." James' muffled voice came from the cell.

"I think there is! Ye banged my woman!" Jack yelled unexpectedly.

I turned to him and slapped his arm.

"Excuse me?" James asked, standing from his bunk, eyeing us both oddly. "He knows about our love I take it?"

"Our love? There's no love. Just lust. Lots and lots of…." I trailed off, looking to Jack. "Lust." I finished, lightly licking my lips.

"What have you been drinking?" James asked, thoroughly perplexed.

"Whiskey." Jack and I spoke in unison. "Best whiskey ever." I added quickly. "Look kid." I began, becoming serious once again. "ye know that me and ye can never be. So ye 'ave a choice to make, either ye can work wit me or ye can't. If ye can't I'm goin' to drop ye in the next port when we stop for supplies. It's yer call but I'm not playin' any bullshit games."

"She only plays games with me!" Jack grinned playfully, his hands snaking around my waist once again. I couldn't help but bust out laughing much to James' dismay. "That is all, yer free to go little birdy." I said, waving my hands in the air.

"Free to go where? I'm still stuck in this cell." James retorted coldly.

"Oh right. And 'ere is where ye are gonna stay." I nodded. "Come along play thing, we've got to go." I said, pulling Jack along with me, Leaving James in the cell. "Birdy…its time fer ye to go…" I sang loudly.

"Go far away." Jack sung along, both of us equally off key.

"But when ye do, ye should know, I'll miss ye..." we sang in unison our voices getting quieter as we continued down the hallway away from the cell.

"What the hell was that?" James asked himself, resting his hands on the iron bars as he watched our retreating forms. Jealousy flowing into his veins he spoke softly. "I'll 'ave ye yet." He smiled menacingly "My dear."