Note: Well guys, I think I've finally found a method to the madness! The chapters are uploading much better…still some scattered spaces here and there, but MUCH better compared to the previous. Feel free to read and review, I'll be updating periodically.
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Captain Jack Sparrow looked calmly out upon the rough sea ahead of him, tuning out the shouts of his crew and disruptions behind him. The weather was less than to be desired, with the wind to the extreme of creating walls of waves, but it was fortunately not stormy. Still, the peace he experienced while commanding the ship was indescribable. His world felt completed when the compass was opened in one hand, his other steering the clear path ahead.
"Sparrow, what's the plan?" Will demanded behind him, interrupting the captain's trancelike state.
"You best be callin' me Captain Sparrow, not workin' after I told you…" Jack muttered, slightly irritated with the man's presence again.
"It's under control, Jack…where are we going?"
"What, the lassie's got her panties in a knot again? Maybe she's just callin' for a new mate to work out the kinks again," the captain grinned deviously, glancing down at his compass.
"You're killing me, Jack, honestly…"
Sparrow rolled his eyes and readjusted his hat. "Margarita Island."
Will was slightly surprised at his response. "Why not Tortuga?"
Jack turned slowly to him, grinning crookedly again. "Aye mate, knew it'd grow on yeh." His partner just shook his head. "They'll be expectin' us to pull in at Tortuga, it'll buy more time before we ship back to Black Point."
"We're making a loop. Who's supplying us?"
"Got a mate waitin' at the western point. Don't worry 'bout it."
Will nodded. "Aye."
"Aye then, back to work." Jack, feeling somewhat relieved to end the conversation, opened a new bottle of rum as Will departed.
Shortly, dinner was called and Jack eagerly found someone else to man the ship while he enjoyed the first sit-down meal he had in quite awhile. Seating himself at the head of the table, his eyes wandered over the dishes that had already been served out, and finally over the two young women serving them. "Ah, I think a toast is in order!" he announced loudly…too loudly, causing Elizabeth to glance down at his mug, as if in attempt to evaluate his alcohol intake. He continued in a drawn out, blaring voice, "to this fine meal and to the fine lassies who prepared it…Aye!" His crew echoed in response as he raised an eyebrow, noticeably tracing his eyes up and down Rhiannah's body, lingering only to exchange a humored and suggestive glance.
Elizabeth observed this silently, narrowing her eyes in Will's general direction, as if he somehow caused or failed to prevent Sparrow's actions. Her lover felt her burning stare but refused to acknowledge it, concentrating instead on helping himself to some of the abundant dishes of food and praying she didn't audibly address him. His wish was granted. She, instead, addressed Sparrow.
"Jack," she called sharply, fixing her glare to meet his eyes across the table.
"Elizabeth," he mimicked, looking up from his meal to send back an equivalent stare.
Elizabeth ignored Will's attempt to warn her. "Jack, I'd like to see you outside,"
Jack grinned. "As would I, darling," he quipped, running the tip of his tongue over his teeth. "I'll be happy to meet your desires after I finish with those of my stomach."
Will shook his head as he watched the captain indulge in the rest of his meal, undisturbed by an angry Elizabeth who loudly made her irritation known as she pulled out a chair and sat herself down. The rest of the crew watched briefly in entertainment before their attention was directed back to the meal.
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As promised, Jack met with Elizabeth after dinner, though not completely voluntary.
She got to the point quickly. "Jack, you need to stop."
Jack swayed slightly, grabbing Elizabeth's waist for balance. "I can't stop, Liz, I just can't," he slurred in amusement, pinning her against the wall. "You're so…pretty when you're angry, does Will ever tell you that?" He twirled one of his fingers through a lock of her hair.
Elizabeth chose to ignore him. "Your behavior isn't allowing Rhiannah to adjust…she's new to this, Jack, she doesn't feel in place."
"I'll make her feel welcome, would yeh send her to me this eve?" he spoke loudly in her ear, still pressed lightly against her body.
Elizabeth pushed him away now, feeling more desperate then irritated. "Jack, please, just stop…for awhile. For me."
"For you?"
"For her."
"Aye then, love...we shall see what we can work out."
Elizabeth smiled slightly, feeling a little accomplished despite his obviously drunken state. "I'm off then, Jack Sparrow. Thank you kindly."
Jack grinned. "That's right now, glad to be of service." As she turned to descend the stairs, he slapped her rear and fell to the ground, roaring in laughter at her surprised cry.