Yippee!! Chapter 5!! Finally, I've been working on another site for a while
so, finally I'm back!! Oh, and don't worry about Will. he'll be alright!
See, what happens is. oh, wait; you have to read it first! It's not my best
chapter but it'll work to tide you all over. Oh, one more thing, please
remember it's a fan fiction. FICTION. something's will happen in my story
that may be offensive to you or your dream crush but it's all my FAN
FICTION! So please don't complain or flame if something happens that you
don't agree with!
I DO NOT OWN POTC OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS!!
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Oh no, he's ran away, and it's all my fault. what should I do? If I don't find him then. then. then what, I asked myself, then I'll never forgive myself for choosing Jack. I'll always live knowing it was my fault, all my fault. This was simply horrible.
My thoughts were interrupted when the drunken captain stumbled into me. "Sorry milady. I mean, Rei, I didn't see you there," he slurred into my ear. His rummy breath floated around me like a toxic cloud.
"It's alright Jack," I replied "say, have you seen Will?"
"Last I saw 'im he was drinking me rum, which is highly unlike 'im as the bloke doesn't usually touch the stuff, he must've really liked you, love," the last part made me feel sick to the stomach, it tore at my heart and wrenched at my gut. At that point rum was sounding quite desirable to me to.
"Well then, help me find him, you search the north beach and I'll search the south" I said, if only I was as confident as I had sounded then.
"OK sweet, anything for you" he slurred with a wink, this made me want to slap him, considering the seriousness of the situation.
I searched for the next 20 minutes before finally stumbling upon the broken man. "Will, thank god you're OK, I was so scared" I said, snatching the half empty bottle of rum from his hands. "Why? Why'd you do this to yourself Will?"
"I don't know" he said, pronouncing the words slowly and carefully, not used to the new sensation of being drunk.
"Come back home now, please" I begged of him.
"I th--- s-suppose" the words came out. The man was clearly confused, not only about our love but about the rum sensation.
He turned to me and blinked hard and long as the sun shone into his eyes, sensitive from the intoxication. I offered him my hand and aided him in mounting to his feet. He grabbed hold of my arm, hard, as he almost fell to the ground due to wrong footing. "You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, I just stumbled and." he trailed off, assuming I- and I did- already knew the answer.
"OK, I see now why you don't drink rum that often" I said with a phony laugh, to try and lighten the mood, which had grown dreary and somber all of a sudden.
"Aye" he said with his totally sexy British accent.
I wrapped my arm around his firm waist to steady him then began walking slowly towards the cabin, where, in the distance, Jack was still searching for Will. I stifled a laugh to keep any moods I had hidden, so Will wouldn't mistake them for anything else. I did not want to render the broken confused man in a worse state.
"Pardon" he said.
"What? What do you mean 'pardon'" I asked, confused by the question.
"Did you say something.? I thought I heard you mumbling or th-s-something" he pronounced each word carefully, still trying to hide his drunkenness in disgust.
"No, I was just. just. laughing. a bit." I said slowly, not sure of the effect it might have on him.
All of a sudden he burst out laughing in loud bursts.
"Will. are you right?" I said, sounding deeply concerned.
"I. I don't know" he said, and continued laughing.
I DO NOT OWN POTC OR ANY OF THEIR CHARACTERS!!
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Oh no, he's ran away, and it's all my fault. what should I do? If I don't find him then. then. then what, I asked myself, then I'll never forgive myself for choosing Jack. I'll always live knowing it was my fault, all my fault. This was simply horrible.
My thoughts were interrupted when the drunken captain stumbled into me. "Sorry milady. I mean, Rei, I didn't see you there," he slurred into my ear. His rummy breath floated around me like a toxic cloud.
"It's alright Jack," I replied "say, have you seen Will?"
"Last I saw 'im he was drinking me rum, which is highly unlike 'im as the bloke doesn't usually touch the stuff, he must've really liked you, love," the last part made me feel sick to the stomach, it tore at my heart and wrenched at my gut. At that point rum was sounding quite desirable to me to.
"Well then, help me find him, you search the north beach and I'll search the south" I said, if only I was as confident as I had sounded then.
"OK sweet, anything for you" he slurred with a wink, this made me want to slap him, considering the seriousness of the situation.
I searched for the next 20 minutes before finally stumbling upon the broken man. "Will, thank god you're OK, I was so scared" I said, snatching the half empty bottle of rum from his hands. "Why? Why'd you do this to yourself Will?"
"I don't know" he said, pronouncing the words slowly and carefully, not used to the new sensation of being drunk.
"Come back home now, please" I begged of him.
"I th--- s-suppose" the words came out. The man was clearly confused, not only about our love but about the rum sensation.
He turned to me and blinked hard and long as the sun shone into his eyes, sensitive from the intoxication. I offered him my hand and aided him in mounting to his feet. He grabbed hold of my arm, hard, as he almost fell to the ground due to wrong footing. "You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, I just stumbled and." he trailed off, assuming I- and I did- already knew the answer.
"OK, I see now why you don't drink rum that often" I said with a phony laugh, to try and lighten the mood, which had grown dreary and somber all of a sudden.
"Aye" he said with his totally sexy British accent.
I wrapped my arm around his firm waist to steady him then began walking slowly towards the cabin, where, in the distance, Jack was still searching for Will. I stifled a laugh to keep any moods I had hidden, so Will wouldn't mistake them for anything else. I did not want to render the broken confused man in a worse state.
"Pardon" he said.
"What? What do you mean 'pardon'" I asked, confused by the question.
"Did you say something.? I thought I heard you mumbling or th-s-something" he pronounced each word carefully, still trying to hide his drunkenness in disgust.
"No, I was just. just. laughing. a bit." I said slowly, not sure of the effect it might have on him.
All of a sudden he burst out laughing in loud bursts.
"Will. are you right?" I said, sounding deeply concerned.
"I. I don't know" he said, and continued laughing.