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"Rachel."
"One more minute."
"Rachel, wake up."
"Go away!" I growled. Squeezing my eyes shut, I rolled over on my side.
"Rachel!"
'Stupid chit.' Rolling back over, I opened my eyes and looked up to see Elizabeth standing over me. "What'd ya want?"
"I have an idea to get us off this island."
"It'd better be good," I snapped. I struggled to my feet, and winced at the pain that filled my head. "Shit," I cursed as a feeling of nausea and dizziness swept over me.
"What?" Elizabeth asked cautiously, as if I'd attack her at any moment.
"Hangover. Don't you have one?" I asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Oh. Well, no. I didn't drink near as much as you and Jack did." Shrugging her shoulders, she continued. "But I have an idea about how to get help."
"Oh really? And how do you suppose we do that? Did you manage to magically conjure up a ship in the middle of the night?" I asked sarcastically.
She gave me a dirty look. "No. As I was saying, we have to build a really large fire."
"A big fire?" I laughed. "With what?"
"Anything. Everything!"
'That sounds familiar,' I thought dryly.
"It's likely the whole Royal fleet is out searching for me. There is no way that they couldn't see it."
"Fine then. It's not like I honestly care. I've nothing to live for either way." The more I thought about it, the more I liked the whole idea. "Besides, it's always fun to piss Sparrow off," I finished, grinning deviously. Elizabeth returned it, and fairly soon we had another roaring fire going; this one much, much bigger than the camp fire from the previous night. It consumed our whole section of the island, burning all of the shade provided by the palm trees. I also found it quite humorous that rum would explode. While I was puzzling over how this was possible, Jack awoke.
"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing?"
I turned around, and laughed at the completely bewildered look on his face. "We're simply trying to save our asses," I replied. "You would ne'er agreed to this."
"Of course I wouldn't! You burned all the food, the shade. The rum!" As he said this, Elizabeth tossed another barrel into the crackling flames, sending a large explosion into the air.
"Yes, the rum is gone," Elizabeth said.
"No more rum," I added pointlessly.
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack demanded, looking at the two of us wildly.
"Because we burned it," I sassed. He shot me a murderous look.
"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" Elizabeth told him, and sat down on the sand. "Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."
Jack took his pistol out and aimed it at her, thought better of it, and returned it to its holster. I winked at him.
"Give me a reason, and I swear I'll shoot ye," Jack snarled, and stalked away.
"Aw, come on Jack! Where's yer sense of adventure!" I called to him. He ignored me. I shrugged my shoulders, and sank to the ground next to Elizabeth. "See what I mean? He's cute when he's mad."
"You're hopeless, both of you," Elizabeth sighed.
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"Sparrow and Harris, together again," Norrington commented acidly.
" 'twould appear that way, wouldn't it?" Jack replied, looking nonchalant.
"Frankly, I'm surprised the two of you would stay together. I figured you would go gallivanting off, Harris."
"I'm just as surprised, Norry," I replied honestly, biting back a laugh at the sneer of disgust on Norrington's face at the use of the nickname.
"You had better watch yourself, Harris," he growled. Jack chuckled lightly.
Elizabeth cleared her throat impatiently, and Norrington sighed. "What is it that you want Miss Swann?" he asked politely.
"I want to know when we are going to save Will," she answered.
"Miss Swann, chances are he's dead already. I do not want to further endanger my crew for a lost cause."
I saw Elizabeth's face color slightly, and I knew that she was very near losing her temper. "But we've got to save Will!" she protested.
"No. You're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivanting after pirates!" Elizabeth's father, whom I presumed to be the governor of Port Royal, argued.
"Then we condemn him to death," Elizabeth fought back. She was near hysterics now.
"We have to get back to Will," Jack whispered in my ear. "It's the only way we'll get out of this alive."
I nodded. "Time to pour on the charm," I said playfully.
"If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion. The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean , mate. How can you pass that up?" Jack spoke up.
"Nice touch," I breathed lightly so that only he could hear.
"By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow , not only myself." Norrington looked peeved.
"Technically, you wouldn't be serving yourself. If you eliminated the last pirate threat, wouldn't there be less people dying?" I sagely noted.
"It would be best, Miss Harris, if you kept your mouth shut."
"It's Captain Harris," I reminded automatically.
Elizabeth was looking desperate. "Commodore, I beg you, please do this. For me. As a wedding gift."
Everyone looked at her in shock. There was a moment of stunned silence. "Elizabeth. Are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?" her father asked in surprise.
"I am," she replied, looking meaningfully at Norrington.
"A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!" Jack exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood.
"I doubt we'd be invited," I told him.
Jack smirked briefly, and then became serious again. "I know. "Clap him in irons," right?" he asked, extending his arms out. Sighing, I extended my arms as well. "Well, it was fun while it lasted," I commented cynically.
Norrington seemed to be pondering something, and then said, much to my and Jack's surprise, "Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to Isla de Muerta. You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase "silent as the grave." Do I make myself clear?"
"Inescapably clear."
"Good." Norrington glanced at me, and frowned. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
"I just want you to know, that I know where this place is as well," I remarked. Norrington just looked nonplused.
"You will go where ever I tell you to."
Suddenly an idea came to me. "Well, it would be too bad if you couldn't marry Elizabeth because I was locked in the brig," I said airily. "But if you insist ..."
Jack gave me a weird look. I simply nodded as if to say "let me take care of it".
"And why wouldn't I marry Elizabeth?" Norrington asked.
I smiled sweetly at him. "Only because Jack knows half of the way there. I know the other half." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack grinning.
"Aye. She does know the other half. It was a fifty-fifty deal, just so we couldn't back out on each other, savvy?" Jack added.
Norrington scowled. "Well, if you must." He glared around at the rest of the crew that had congregated to watch the scene unfold. "Back to work, all of you! And if hear about one disturbance from the two of you," this comment directed at Jack and I, "it's back to the brig, savvy?"
Jack cringed. "It would be best if you left that word to us pirates." Norrington glared at him, and then stormed off to what I assumed to be his cabin. Everyone else went back to their duties, leaving Jack, Elizabeth, and I standing together.
"I best be off to my cabin," Elizabeth said crisply, and walked away.
Jack and I headed up to the helm, where surprisingly Norrington had left no guards. We burst out laughing. "What an idiot!" I exclaimed. Jack shook his head in pity.
"I wouldn't ever have believed that story. I wonder how he became a commodore." Jack put on a mock-puzzling expression.
I sniggered. "It makes no sense, but I figured it was worth a try. Besides, he let three people steal one of his ships right from under his nose."
Jack whipped out his compass, took a quick glance at it, and snapped it back shut. "It worked though," he said as he directed the ship towards Isle de Muerta.
There was a period of silence, in which I stared listlessly out at the blue sea. It was then I remembered the fact that I had a hangover. My headache, now that I was thinking about it, came back ten-fold. I groaned softly. At Jack's raised eyebrow, I replied, "Hangover."
Jack grunted in response, and went back to gazing out at the horizon. I studied him for a moment, and wondered what he was thinking. Unfortunately, the first thought that popped into my head was if he remembered our little "escapade" on the island. A secret part of me hoped he did, and hoped he enjoyed it. Another part of me wanted him not to remember, because it was a tad embarrassing. 'Blame it on the alcohol,' I told myself.
I had a feeling that sometime in the near future he was going to bring the subject up just to give me a hard time, which was definitely not on my list of preferences. 'I'd rather just forget about the whole thing,' I told myself firmly. But the truth of the matter was I hadn't been with a man in a long time. Too long. I figured Jack Sparrow could be my play thing, if the opportunity arose.
TBC
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A/N: WOOT! I finally got this typed and written. I figure there are about four chapters maximum left in this fic, and I'll probably do a sequel. It depends on who wants one. But right now I have to go do my history homework, so on to the review responses.
Anime-and-Toons-Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like this!
Thralinde- *sighs in relief* I was afraid you wouldn't like this. Thanks for reading and reassuring me. I was afraid of getting flames because this was too Mary Sue. ^_^
DeppStruck- Thanks so such for your review! It made me happy! I myself have practically the whole script memorized. *guilty look* And I wish I could say the word 'savvy' all day, but then people look at me funny. Hehe. And I promise I won't apologize anymore for my short chappies! But I haven't written a short one in a while.
Lunawolf- Thanks for your review! yes, poor Rachel is very confused. She's resolved herself this chapter, or so she thinks. *evil smirk*
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katesparrow- Hi! You always make me feel so loved. *laughs* I'm really glad you like this story. I hope ya like this chappie as well! Oh, and update Pandora's Box. hehe.
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Jack: *waves a piece of pizza around tantalizingly*
Me: I'm gonna kill you Jack!
Vyerna Malice- Thanks for reviewing. As of right now, I don't consider this to be romance yet. Besides, compared to most stories where the characters fall in love with Jack in the first chapter, I think I'm doing a fairly good job at it. Serious romance will come much later. Thanks for your opinion though! ^_^
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