Rude Awakenings

Will started looking for Jack but he had a pretty good idea of where to find him. Wherever there was rum. Only he wasn't there. The supplies he had left with Katie were just where she and kept them but Jack was nowhere to be seen. "Back Off!" Out of nowhere Katie jumped protectively in front of her food shade and of course the real reason she was still alive her rum. "Easy, I was only looking for someone." Will said taking a few steps back, not wanting to get himself into trouble. "Sorry" Katie said "I'm just a little protective. I forgot my place." She felt guilty for yelling at Will for no reason, but months alone on a cursed island will do that to you. "It's perfectly alright miss." Will said. He made a hasty retreat before she could ask who he was looking for he figured it would not be a good idea to bring up the subject of Jack again. He had to find Jack soon anyways or Elizabeth would give him another hour-long lecture on not spending his time idly. He sighed to himself and continued his search. Will had almost walked halfway around the island before he found Jack. Jack's aimless swagger made him a hard man to find even if you were on a rather small island. When Will finally found him he was lying on the beach with his hat over his eyes. He was sleeping soundly and mumbling something about Singapore and corsets. Will smiled at his crazy yet loveable friend. He tried to think of the most evil obnoxious way to wake him. After a moment of consideration he decided to do it the civilized way. Kicking him as hard as possible in the ribs. Not a good move. The second Will's boot made contact with rib Jack sat strait up reached for his pistol and fired. Will looked down at his boot. "These were my best pair Jack and you had to go and blow a hole in them!" Will exclaimed. "It adds character mate." Will threw his hands up in the air. It was hopeless. "I came here to talk to you but if you're just going to shoot me then fine." Will started to head back to his crew. "What is it ye want?" Jack was hoping it wasn't about what had just happened with Katie. "I just wanted to know if you needed to talk...well actually Elizabeth wanted me to see if you wanted to talk." Will said drawing his attention back to his boots. "Aye, I always knew ye were a whelp, but I know what can make ye into a man...RUM!" Jack pulled a fairly large bottle of rum from his coat. Will paused before answering. He never drank. His foster father was a nasty man when he was drunk and quite frankly he was just as nasty when he was sober. "Ah, bloody hell why not?" Will took the bottle from Jack's hand and took a seat on the warm sand.
~*~ Elizabeth, Katie and Kathryn were doing their best to try and avoid the crew but it was futile. The men saw very few women while at sea and to be in the presence of three at once was a bit overwhelming. When they finally found someplace to rest they sat down not noticing the yellow eyes watching them from behind a nearby tree. Katie and Kathryn got on very well but Elizabeth seemed distant and maybe a little angry. "Kathryn why don't you tell me your story?" Katie suggested. The bad vibes between Kathryn and Elizabeth were getting to her. "I'd much rather hear yours mate." Kathryn said avoiding the subject of her past. She didn't feel quite up to talking about her previous misadventures. They sat in silence a moment but it was quickly broken by the snap of a nearby twig. All three spun around to see a man standing inches behind them. He had a gray wispy beard and a hat with a feather that was mostly gone. Sliced off by a sword. The thing that stood out the most were his piercing yellow eyes. Elizabeth was the only one to speak. "Barbossa?" Katie's eyes grew wide. While Kathryn's hand moved to her newly "acquired" cutlass. She hoped the stories she had heard about the infamous Barbossa were false. If they weren't then she had no chance of defeating him. "Now missy there be no need to get angry." Barbossa said his voice cold and hard. He slowly unsheathed his sword and held it to Katie's throat. "I'll only be needen to borrow ye for a moment. If I know Jack he'll be comin to save ye any moment. That is if he still loves you.