Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they're owned by Disney and others. Though I do wish I owned Mr. Sparrow. ::evil grin::
Warning: Rated R for different reasons. Please make sure you are mature enough to handle this type of content.
To Reviewers/Readers: Thanks for reading and/or reviewing! Sorry about the shorts chapters, I try to use one major event each chapter. Sorry but that's the only way the chapters really fit. It's good though in a way, because it means it takes less time for me to update. =) Chapters will get somewhat longer as we go on.
Spoken: Here's your third chapter! ;-)
Phate: Yes, he is a drunken idiot! Lol And here's your update, chapter 3!
HyperMonkey67: Yeah, I'm writing the whole story in a huge spiral notebook before I type it, and it comes out much shorter typed. The chapters will be getting longer as I go though, like this chapter (after the reviewers and disclaimer and all that) is still longer than both the others.
XxSablexX: You'll have to read to find out who he stumbled in upon, by now you can probably guess! lol Can I put anymore rum into it?!?!
Agent Blue: It's not slash fiction if that's what you're worried about. I can't write that, that's for other people. (For all you slash writers out there, the more power to you! I mean in no way to offend you!)
Urylia: Maybe they will, but probably not the kind you'd expect! But you'll have to read on… hehehehe!
Onto chapter three!
Chapter 3: Telling
Three days had gone by since the incident. Neither Jack nor the couple had said anything about it to the other. The couple, actually, wasn't even aware that Jack had seen them at all. Jack had walked around as if he was drunk the whole day after, so naturally, the newlyweds didn't suspect a thing.
Jack felt a tad bad about the couple being so naïve to the fact that he had seen them. Than again, he was only being dishonest, and he was a dishonest man, honestly; wasn't he?
He felt guilty every time he looked at them now. It gnawed at him, and he finally decided to let them know. He figured out a method he could use to do this without them hating him. After all, mutiny and betrayal were getting quite boring.
Actually, it was a horrible plan, but oh well. It would have to do, even if they wanted to murder him afterwards.
He seized the perfect opportunity a few days later. They were headed toward Tortuga, the town that Jack and Will had found Elizabeth's rescue crew in just over a year ago. Everyone was up and about. Will was practicing his sword fighting on the other side of the ship with the tongue-less man, Mr. Cotton. Anna Maria was posted as look-out, others were cleaning, and still a handful of others were cooking, repairing, or mapping. Elizabeth was on the steps near him since she hadn't been feeling well lately and spent most of her days retching over the side of the ship. He was steering his ship, a slight wind on his face, the taste of salt in his mouth, and of course a very small flask of rum near him.
"Ms. Turner," he said, keeping to his normal manner and refusing to take his eyes off the horizon.
"Aye?" she inquired, turning to look at him and shielding her eyes and squinting against the high sun.
"How was your wedding night?"
"Lovely," she said simply, looking at him questioningly.
"Oh surely it was a bit more passionate than the word lovely could explain!" he said, still regarding the horizon and grinning in that unique way of his," or did you just happen to fall on him, both nude, knocking each other out, until mid-afternoon the day after, and then the covers learned to levitate and floated over you both?"
She sputtered and looked at him in shock. He met her eyes this time. "You, you, you, you, you, you… saw us?!"
"Aye," he grinned.
She sat there, gaping at him as he turned back to watching the horizon.
"So, he isn't a eunuch then?" he asked, turning back to her again.
She jumped at the question. "Oh, blast, Jack!" She had pricked her finger on her needle. She scurried off, blushing furiously, to bind the cut, or perhaps to just get away.
Oh, he'd be hearing it from Will later. Aye, a crazy pirate and a rum drinker he was.