Though he was still slumbering soundly, Jack felt Elizabeth's absence as she left him lying alone in the sand. Frowning slightly in his sleep, he shifted a bit. It was a while before he awoke, mumbling softly as he lay lost in his dreams of wrestling sea turtles and winning Elizabeth's heart. Of course, the only reason he woke up was the smoke.
Wait, smoke? Where there was smoke, there was always fire… had the campfire gotten out of hand? Quickly opening his eyes, Jack sat up, looking around wildly.
That. Bloody. Woman. What on God's green Earth was she thinking? Leaping to his feet, he ran in the direction of Elizabeth, who was, currently, tossing a final keg of gun powder onto the bonfire.
"No! No good! No good! You've burned all the food, the shade… the rum!" She must still be drunk. That had to be it. There was absolutely no other reason for her to be behaving this way. All their supplies- and his precious rum- gone… either that or she was bloody insane.
"Yes, the rum is gone." Placing a hand over her eyes to shade them from the glare of the sun, she met Jack's gaze evenly. Really… what sort of a man acted like that about rum? It was absolutely ridiculous.
"But why was the rum gone?" Flabbergasted? You bet. And Captain Jack Sparrow wasn't exactly one to confuse easy. He just couldn't seem to understand it. Things had been going so well the night before. . .
"First, because it is a positively vile drink that makes even the most respectable men behave like scoundrels…" Elizabeth began, explaining as you would to a two year old. "And second…" she added after hesitating a moment, almost not sure she'd made the right decision. Well, too late now. "Second, that signal is over three hundred yards high, the entire royal navy is out looking for me… do you really think they'll miss it?"
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack repeated weakly, though that really wasn't all of what was bothering him. So that was it, eh? She'd had her fun, and now she wanted to go back to her little nancy boy. He'd known from the start there wasn't a way a woman like her could have loved a man like himself-- a pirate… But still, he had at least hoped… No. He was just being a fool.
"Just you wait, Captain Sparrow. Keep a weather eye out, give it one hour, maybe two, and you'll see white sails billowing on that horizon."
So that was it, then? She not only used him, tossing him out like last weeks garbage when she was finished with him, but now she was going to act high and mighty as if nothing had even happened? And, as if that wasn't enough… oh, no, she had to go and burn the rum too. Bloody great. He was positively furious as he grabbed for his pistol pointing it at her back for a moment.
But, of course, he couldn't bring himself to shoot her-- for several reasons, the most important being that'd he'd rather kill himself than shoot a woman. Especially this one… From day one something about Elizabeth had intrigued him, amused him… and eventually left him absolutely smitten. From the moment he dragged her out of the water and onto the dock… and seen the medallion. How had this rich lass come by the coin? Was she somehow connected to William? He learned she was more than just a prissy girl when he had been forced to hold her at gunpoint to escape. It was a shame, really… but he found it extremely amusing how she didn't seem to be afraid. On the contrary, she seemed a bit miffed because of it, as if it merely ruffled her feathers.