A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short . . . but after being at my grandmother's and away from a computer for a week . . . this is all I could come up with last night. Enjoy!
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"Savvy?" – speaking
*Savvy?* – thinking
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"Will, will you stop pacing like that! Roxanne will be fine." Elizabeth's eyes followed Will back and forth across the room.
"Well, what else am I supposed to do? You won't let me go upstairs!" Will turned sharply to face her.
"I won't let you upstairs because you can't control your temper!" she snapped back at him, rising from her chair.
Jack cleared his throat rather loudly, "Excusin' meself, sorry to interrupt the 'appy couple."
"Jack!" Elizabeth rushed over to him, "How is Roxanne? Is she doing alright?"
"Aye, she'll be fine, with a bit o' rest an' all." Jack grinned at Elizabeth before looking over at Will, "An' how ye be doin' mate?"
"How am I?! How do you think I am??!!" Will's eyes were set a blaze at Jack.
"Well, ye seem a bit in a tiff." Jack mused, quite pleased to see the unich showing off a bit of red.
"Don't you just stand there you bloody pirate bastard! You know very well that is it your fault that she is up in that bed! You drove her out of this house! You got her drunk! You did god knows what to her! Don't you realize what you've done?!" with every accusation, Will took one step forward, until he was squared with Jack.
"Aye, I do know wha' I've done, an' fer that I'm sorry . . . but I won't stand 'ere an' let ye run me name in th' mud! An' ye don't know th' entire account of th' story!" Jack countered his words back.
"Then enlighten us! Tell us what it is that happened." Will narrowed his eyes at Jack, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"It t'aint be me place to tell wha' 'appened to Roxanne with out 'er sayin'." Jack said, shaking his head.
Will shot his hand out at Jack, "That's it Sparrow! I've had enough of your excuses! You've . . ."
Will stopped talking as he heard the floorboards on the stairwell creak under someone's weight. They all looked over to see Roxanne make her way down the stairs slowly.
"I heard a lot of yelling, is everything alright?" she asked, leaning against the banister.
"Luv, ye shouldn't be out o' bed. Ye be needin' yer rest." Jack strode over to her side, and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her.
Will's face flared up in anger, "You, you, you . . ."
Elizabeth interjected, "Roxanne, we were just . . . discussing what had happened to you tonight, and Will was just a bit angry that Jack wouldn't tell us . . . would you be so kind?"
Roxanne nodded slowly, and Jack helped her over to one of the chairs. Jack sat on the arm, much to Will's furry, and dismay.
"Well, I won't bother with too many details, as it isn't really necessary for everything to be told for you to get the picture," Roxanne began slowly, trying to fraise her words right, "I was taken advantage of tonight . . ."
"I knew it! You bloody bastard!" Will started to make his way over to Jack.
Roxanne stood quickly and held her arms out at him, "No! No, Jack didn't . . . he saved my life," she looked over at Jack and gave him a small smile, "It was some drunken oaf who thought it would be fun to nearly kill me."
Elizabeth stepped to Roxanne's side, "So, what you are saying is . . . Jack did not try to, well . . . to . . ."
"No, he most certainly did not, I owe Jack my life, and I am in debt to him for that," Roxanne grinned, "Though, had I not taken the rum back, and had we not gotten so horrible drunk, all of this could have been avoided."
"Aye, but ye 'ave to admit luv, it was quite a bit o' fun, eh?" Jack laughed, "But, righ' now, yer goin' back t' bed, no need of ye agrivatin' yer condition, a bit o' rest an' ye should be fine in th' morning'."
Roxanne looked up at Jack, and nodded slowly. Elizabeth took her arm, "I'll help you back upstairs."
They stepped slowly up each step slowly. Will listened for them to make it upstairs before he spoke, "Listen, Jack, I . . ."
"No need t' say anythin' mate, now tha' ye know th' truth, thas all that matters." Jack grinned, dropping down in one of the chairs. The floor creaked slightly above them . . .