Chapter Seven
'Something wrong?' Will asked, while Elizabeth watched Jack, once again, with a disgusted look on her face.
'This. . .this is water!' Jack sputtered.
'Yes, well, we didn't think it was a good idea to give you whine,' Will answered.
Jack looked astonished.
'And why the bloody hell not?!'
'Well,' Elizabeth started to explain, 'We don't want you to be all noisy and drunk tonight. You see, we, Charlotte included, are quite fond of a good night's rest.'
'I'm not gonna be drunk of one glass o'whine!' Jack answered offended.
'Oh yes, *you* are,' Will muttered.
Jack thought about it.
'Ok. Maybe yer right. And I can understand 'bout Char-thingy's -'
'Her name's Charlotte!' Elizabeth interrupted angrily.
'Yeah, whatever, Char - Char - lotties night's rest, I can understand 'bout that. But 'bout yer night's rest . . . '
He smirked.
'I mean, Liz - Elizabeth, beg pardon, yer bloody pretty. I can't imagine Will can keep his hands off ye in -'
*SMACK*
For the second time that day, Jack had been slapped in the face by Elizabeth.
Fuming, she spoke.
'I told you he's got no manners, Will! You indespicable, insufferable - '
'I thought ye were a Christian,' Jack muttered.
'WHAT did you say?'
'Elizabeth, hush. Jack isn't being that serious, are you, Jack?' Will shot an alarming look at Jack.
Jack, understanding the glare, shook his head vehemently.
''Course not! Just me little joke. . . ' he said, trying to look innocent.
After another glare of Will and a little too late, he added:
'Oh yeah, sorry, I guess.'
Elizabeth had calmed down a little, but she still was angry.
'I don't think we should let him baby-sit little Charlotte tomorrow, Will.'
Jack looked as if he had been slapped in the face again.
'I - *what*? Baby-sit that little th - Char - Charlottie?'
'We have to visit someone tomorrow, Jack, so we had hoped -'
'YOU had hoped,' Elizabeth muttered.
'- I had hoped you could baby-sit Charlotte. It's only for a few hours.'
'But . . .but . . .What if she's goin' to do . . .somethin'?'
'See?' Elizabeth said.
'He doesn't even want to. He doesn't even *dare* to.'
Jack was really offended by this.
'I'm a pirate! I dare anythin'! I'm no coward! But. . . Can't the maid do it?'
'She's got a day off tomorrow,' Will said.
'Anyway,' Elizabeth said, thinking about it, 'I won't let you. It's far too dangerous. You could drop her, you could poison her, you could do anything to her!'
But Jack, realising he had to make something up (and realising he wanted to stay there for another two nights without being killed by Elizabeth), shook his head again.
'I can do anythin'. I won't be droppin' her or poisonin' her or somethin'. I can handle babies. I *promise*.'
Elizabeth looked as if she doubted this, but Will smiled. He knew the pirate was a man of his word.
~
Jack bounced up and down in his bed.
It really was a weird bed.
The spiral metallic springs in this bed were clearly very new, and very springy.
He actually had a lot of fun bouncing in it, going higher and higher in the air every time.
Suddenly someone knocked on his door.
'Jack?'
He recognised Will's voice.
'What is it, me lad?' 'That, er, bouncing of yours is being a bit annoying. Elizabeth can't sleep. Would you please quit it?'
Jack now was annoyed as well. It was always that bloody Liz, she just didn't want him to have fun!
She was probably still taking revenge of that island-thingy.
Rancorous woman.
He liked that.
Ok, he had to admit to himself, he was just being jealous at Will.
'Yeah, sure.' He answered.
He rolled over and closed his eyes, not noticing his pillow got dirty of his black kohl.
When he was almost asleep, he heard other spiral metallic springs bounce up and down. And he was sure it weren't his own.
'Bad Will,' he thought, smirking.
But after a quarter he got annoyed with the bouncing.
Should he go to them and knock on their door to ask if they would *please* quit the bouncing?
But when he was about to step out of bed, the bouncing stopped.
'Ah, sleep,' he thought, closing his eyes again.
But then the crying started.
'Something wrong?' Will asked, while Elizabeth watched Jack, once again, with a disgusted look on her face.
'This. . .this is water!' Jack sputtered.
'Yes, well, we didn't think it was a good idea to give you whine,' Will answered.
Jack looked astonished.
'And why the bloody hell not?!'
'Well,' Elizabeth started to explain, 'We don't want you to be all noisy and drunk tonight. You see, we, Charlotte included, are quite fond of a good night's rest.'
'I'm not gonna be drunk of one glass o'whine!' Jack answered offended.
'Oh yes, *you* are,' Will muttered.
Jack thought about it.
'Ok. Maybe yer right. And I can understand 'bout Char-thingy's -'
'Her name's Charlotte!' Elizabeth interrupted angrily.
'Yeah, whatever, Char - Char - lotties night's rest, I can understand 'bout that. But 'bout yer night's rest . . . '
He smirked.
'I mean, Liz - Elizabeth, beg pardon, yer bloody pretty. I can't imagine Will can keep his hands off ye in -'
*SMACK*
For the second time that day, Jack had been slapped in the face by Elizabeth.
Fuming, she spoke.
'I told you he's got no manners, Will! You indespicable, insufferable - '
'I thought ye were a Christian,' Jack muttered.
'WHAT did you say?'
'Elizabeth, hush. Jack isn't being that serious, are you, Jack?' Will shot an alarming look at Jack.
Jack, understanding the glare, shook his head vehemently.
''Course not! Just me little joke. . . ' he said, trying to look innocent.
After another glare of Will and a little too late, he added:
'Oh yeah, sorry, I guess.'
Elizabeth had calmed down a little, but she still was angry.
'I don't think we should let him baby-sit little Charlotte tomorrow, Will.'
Jack looked as if he had been slapped in the face again.
'I - *what*? Baby-sit that little th - Char - Charlottie?'
'We have to visit someone tomorrow, Jack, so we had hoped -'
'YOU had hoped,' Elizabeth muttered.
'- I had hoped you could baby-sit Charlotte. It's only for a few hours.'
'But . . .but . . .What if she's goin' to do . . .somethin'?'
'See?' Elizabeth said.
'He doesn't even want to. He doesn't even *dare* to.'
Jack was really offended by this.
'I'm a pirate! I dare anythin'! I'm no coward! But. . . Can't the maid do it?'
'She's got a day off tomorrow,' Will said.
'Anyway,' Elizabeth said, thinking about it, 'I won't let you. It's far too dangerous. You could drop her, you could poison her, you could do anything to her!'
But Jack, realising he had to make something up (and realising he wanted to stay there for another two nights without being killed by Elizabeth), shook his head again.
'I can do anythin'. I won't be droppin' her or poisonin' her or somethin'. I can handle babies. I *promise*.'
Elizabeth looked as if she doubted this, but Will smiled. He knew the pirate was a man of his word.
~
Jack bounced up and down in his bed.
It really was a weird bed.
The spiral metallic springs in this bed were clearly very new, and very springy.
He actually had a lot of fun bouncing in it, going higher and higher in the air every time.
Suddenly someone knocked on his door.
'Jack?'
He recognised Will's voice.
'What is it, me lad?' 'That, er, bouncing of yours is being a bit annoying. Elizabeth can't sleep. Would you please quit it?'
Jack now was annoyed as well. It was always that bloody Liz, she just didn't want him to have fun!
She was probably still taking revenge of that island-thingy.
Rancorous woman.
He liked that.
Ok, he had to admit to himself, he was just being jealous at Will.
'Yeah, sure.' He answered.
He rolled over and closed his eyes, not noticing his pillow got dirty of his black kohl.
When he was almost asleep, he heard other spiral metallic springs bounce up and down. And he was sure it weren't his own.
'Bad Will,' he thought, smirking.
But after a quarter he got annoyed with the bouncing.
Should he go to them and knock on their door to ask if they would *please* quit the bouncing?
But when he was about to step out of bed, the bouncing stopped.
'Ah, sleep,' he thought, closing his eyes again.
But then the crying started.