A/N: Sorry for the long time before updating. I'm finally home! Yippee! Anyways I want to thank my 3 reviewers (YOU GUYS ROCK!) And uh, that is about it. I don't know if I really like this chapter I might delete it later, it all depends on feedback. Uh, please review and that's it, hope you enjoy!
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Days passed, uneventfully. Ashley and Jack were always bickering, constantly storming off or slamming doors. Will would be laughing, along with other members of the crew. Annamaria would always sigh, shake her head and mutter, "They're worse than children." Which was actually, quite an accurate description. It didn't matter if it was about the weather, or which direction the ship was going, they always found something to argue about.
"Don't you ever tire of pestering her?" Will had asked Jack one night.
"She starts it," he always muttered.
And when Will asked the same to Ashley she always answered, "Perhaps if he wasn't such a pathetic excuse for a captain . . ."
Annamaria would have probably gotten along very well with Ashley if the two had ever spoken to one another.
But at night, Jack would always find a reason to stay out on deck as late as he could to watch Ashley leap into the sea. He always remained hidden, and when she fell asleep, he would go back to his cabin, convincing himself it had been purely coincidental that he had seen her. About the sixth night this happened, Jack noticed her not on deck yet, and it was far past the time that she usually swam at.
"I thought it was you," Jack jumped, startled at the sudden voice behind him.
"Dunno what you mean by that." He replied, trying to hide the surprise in his voice.
"You really are a pervert Mr. Sparrow." She laughed and then began climbing the rigging. When he just stared at her she stopped, and turned to him, "Are you coming?"
Instantly Jack began climbing up the ropes, trying to keep up with Ashley. When she reached the crow's nest she plopped down, and he sat opposite of her. It was cramped, even with her legs bunched up to her chest and Jack sitting Indian style. Ashley began pulling out a small brown bag, and emptied its contents on the floor. There was a pile of some sort of plant and a carved wooden pipe. It was brightly painted with the face of a devil on the front. She began inserting the plant in the open end of the pipe, and then lit it.
"What's that?" Jack asked curiously, watching her inhale.
"Better than rum," she laughed than offered some to him. When Jack first tried to inhale, he choked violently, as the smoke burned down his lungs.
"Hm, you need it secondhand . . . Open your mouth." She commanded. He obeyed, and she took another puff. Before inhaling it completely, she leaned forward, putting her lips to his and gently blew some of the smoke into him.
This time, he didn't choke, but felt the tingling of her lips as they met his. When she pulled back he saw that her eyes were closed and she was leaning back into the wood.
"You like it?" She asked him.
"Mm . . . but it's still not as good as rum."
"Yeah it is." Their words were slower than usual, but they were still arguing. They sat in silence for a while longer until Jack broke the silence.
"I wan' sommore." He was definitely slurring over his words and Ashley laughed.
"No way, you can't even handle half of one."
"Puh-puh-please?" He gave her, what he hoped were, puppy eyes, but they looked more cross-eyed than anything. Ashley took pity on him, inhaled, and breathed more of the smoke into him. She inhaled a few more times, and then put the pipe down.
"Wh-why a-are-aren't y-y-yo-you a p-p-pir-persian-purple . . ."
"A pirate?" She finished for him, he could barely speak anymore.
"N-no. I m-m-mean-meant a-a-a , you know . . ." Waving his hands around, he tried to find an answer.
"How are we going to get you out of this one Mr. Sparrow?" She laughed and shook her head. "Because I am not sleeping up here with you."
"I's capin' luv. Capin' John Spattow!"
"You mean Sparrow." She corrected him.
"Thas' what I said!" He moaned indignantly, and tied to stand up. But Ashley pulled him down, and then sighed.
~*He will never make it down the rigging alive. With all the rum he drinks, you'd think he'd be able to handle a little of this!*~ Searching the sky, as if looking for the answer she was interrupted by Jack asking,
"Why d-d-do w-we ar-arg-argu . ."
"Argue? Well because you're not very nice and you're a scoundrel and-" Before she could finish he countered her,
"H-he-hey I-I-I s-s-av-saved y-you . . . b-bes-besides, y-yo-you're a-always a-act-acting l-l-like y-y-yo-you're better n' m-m-me. An-And you're t-t-tryin-trying t-to ta-tak-take aw-away W-W-Will."
"Yeah, well I didn't kill you after that duel, so we're even in that regard, but what is it you're saying about Will?" Just as those words came out of her lips Jack fell forward with a thud, smacking his head on the wooden floor, and snoring. ~*Bloody hell, how am I going to get him down because I am NOT sleeping up here with him, nor am I going to leave him up here to fall out and then be attacked by his loyal little band.*~ Sighing she realized there was only one thing to do. Draping the unconscious captain across her back, she gathered up the rest of her things, and began to inch her way down the rigging. As Jack began to snore even louder Ashley muttered curses, ~*If he ever gets on my nerves again I'm giving him the pipe, leave him up there, and the rest is up to his bloody self.*~
