A/N: Sorry for the short chappy, guys.
Chapter Eight
When A Lady Isn't Decent In The Middle Of The Night
Jack put his pillow on top of his head. That bloody Char-thing was crying for about half an hour now!
He still heard the sound coming through the pillow.
Frustrated and seething, he stepped out of bed, to walk to Charlotte's room.
'What on bloody earth is wrong with that thi - Char - char lottie?!'
Will and Elizabeth turned around, scared for a moment.
Then Will jumped to Jack and laid a hand over Jack's eyes.
'JACK! You idiot! She is not decent!'
He saw Jack smirking.
'Do ye think I care?'
'No, but *I* do!'
'But what's wrong with Char-char - the baby?'
'She's just hungry.'
'But why's she drinkin' from Lizzies - excuse me, Elizabeth's breast, then? I thought she be hungry, not thirsty.'
Will raised his eyebrows; Elizabeth looked shocked.
'So . . . you . . . you saw my . . . breast?'
Jack smirked again.
'I've seen more breasts in me life, luv.'
Unable to slap him this time, Elizabeth shouted
'You BASTARD!' as loud as she could - causing the baby to look up at Jack and laugh.
'She's laughin' at me again!' Jack said sulkily.
'Well, you look rather tired, Jack. Wouldn't you go back to sleep?'
Jack thought about this.
'Alright,' he agreed.
'But I got me one question.'
'If it's nothing indecent, you can ask it,' Will said, looking suspiciously at Jack.
'Well. . . Tomorrow, if I be baby-sittin', I don't have to feed Char - Char lottie, do I? 'Cos I don't think I can get milk from me nipples.'
Will grinned.
'Of course you can't. But Elizabeth will feed Charlotte before we go away, and I don't think she'll be hungry.'
'Ah. I see. Great. Well, I be off to bed then. Oh, and would ye do me one favor?'
'Yes?' Will asked.
'Will ye quit the bouncin'? It's irritatin', and I can't get to sleep from the noise.'
He smirked, leaving Elizabeth and Will to blush horribly.
Will walked with him to his room, removing his hand in the corridor, outside Charlotte's room.
'Stupid pirate,' Elizabeth muttered under her breath when she looked at Jack, rolling her eyes.
~
'So,' Jack repeated before Elizabeth and Will went away, 'I only need to take care she be sleepin'? And I can't make too much noise?'
Elizabeth smiled and nodded.
'That's about it, yes.'
'Great. I think I can do that. Yes.'
'I might bloody well hope so,' she mumbled.
Jack grinned.
'A fine lass like ye shouldn' be cursin'.'
She glared at him, while Will silently laughed about the two of them.
'Well, good luck, Jack. Charlotte's really nice. She likes you.'
'Thanks. Have fun, mate, m'lady.'
Elizabeth and Will nodded and left.
As soon as the door closed, Jack's lips curled into a huge grin.
'Now, where's the rum?' he thought to himself.
Chapter Eight
When A Lady Isn't Decent In The Middle Of The Night
Jack put his pillow on top of his head. That bloody Char-thing was crying for about half an hour now!
He still heard the sound coming through the pillow.
Frustrated and seething, he stepped out of bed, to walk to Charlotte's room.
'What on bloody earth is wrong with that thi - Char - char lottie?!'
Will and Elizabeth turned around, scared for a moment.
Then Will jumped to Jack and laid a hand over Jack's eyes.
'JACK! You idiot! She is not decent!'
He saw Jack smirking.
'Do ye think I care?'
'No, but *I* do!'
'But what's wrong with Char-char - the baby?'
'She's just hungry.'
'But why's she drinkin' from Lizzies - excuse me, Elizabeth's breast, then? I thought she be hungry, not thirsty.'
Will raised his eyebrows; Elizabeth looked shocked.
'So . . . you . . . you saw my . . . breast?'
Jack smirked again.
'I've seen more breasts in me life, luv.'
Unable to slap him this time, Elizabeth shouted
'You BASTARD!' as loud as she could - causing the baby to look up at Jack and laugh.
'She's laughin' at me again!' Jack said sulkily.
'Well, you look rather tired, Jack. Wouldn't you go back to sleep?'
Jack thought about this.
'Alright,' he agreed.
'But I got me one question.'
'If it's nothing indecent, you can ask it,' Will said, looking suspiciously at Jack.
'Well. . . Tomorrow, if I be baby-sittin', I don't have to feed Char - Char lottie, do I? 'Cos I don't think I can get milk from me nipples.'
Will grinned.
'Of course you can't. But Elizabeth will feed Charlotte before we go away, and I don't think she'll be hungry.'
'Ah. I see. Great. Well, I be off to bed then. Oh, and would ye do me one favor?'
'Yes?' Will asked.
'Will ye quit the bouncin'? It's irritatin', and I can't get to sleep from the noise.'
He smirked, leaving Elizabeth and Will to blush horribly.
Will walked with him to his room, removing his hand in the corridor, outside Charlotte's room.
'Stupid pirate,' Elizabeth muttered under her breath when she looked at Jack, rolling her eyes.
~
'So,' Jack repeated before Elizabeth and Will went away, 'I only need to take care she be sleepin'? And I can't make too much noise?'
Elizabeth smiled and nodded.
'That's about it, yes.'
'Great. I think I can do that. Yes.'
'I might bloody well hope so,' she mumbled.
Jack grinned.
'A fine lass like ye shouldn' be cursin'.'
She glared at him, while Will silently laughed about the two of them.
'Well, good luck, Jack. Charlotte's really nice. She likes you.'
'Thanks. Have fun, mate, m'lady.'
Elizabeth and Will nodded and left.
As soon as the door closed, Jack's lips curled into a huge grin.
'Now, where's the rum?' he thought to himself.