Chapter Eleven: Are We There Yet?

"Jack! How much farther are we?" asked Will frantically.

"I don't know! Do I look like I know when I'm not steering the ship?!"

"WELL FIND OUT! God knows where they are…"

"You know what, Will? Yer way too uptight lately."

"I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY!" Will roared.

"WILL YOU BLOODY CALM DOWN?!" Jack yelled at an equal volume.

"WILL YOU BLOODY STOP YELLIN'?!" came Anamaria's exasperated scream.

"NO!" yelled Will and Jack at the same time. They glared at each other.

"Jack, we have no idea where they are—"

"Whew, I thought ye were gonna say 'bloody' again—"

"WOULD YOU BLOODY SHUT UP?!"

"All righ'! I won' interrupt on o' yer important speeches, Governor Turner…"

Will's eyes were in slits.

"Okay! I'm listenin'…"

"Thank you. As I was saying… we have no idea where they are or where WE are for the matter, how are we supposed to find them?"

Jack grinned. "In all the time ye've known me ye forgot the most important thing… I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" he said, throwing in some of his trademark hand gestures. "I always come up with good plans—"

"Oh, yes, the parrot flying around squawking was a great one…"

"Oh yes, the parrot flying around squawking was a great one…" said Jack in a snobby British accent, imitating Will.

"I do NOT talk like that!"

"I do NOT talk like that!"

"Nor do I stand like that!"

"Nor do I stand like that!"

"SHUT UP!" Will yelled.

"SHUT UP!" imitated Jack.

"SHUT UP!" roared the rest of the crew.

"You two always argue!" yelled Anamaria.

"No we don't!" said Jack and Will together.

"Then what are ye doin' now?!"

"Why did I ever get back on a ship with you…?" asked Will, throwing his hands up and looking above him at the sky.

"Aw, come on, Will! Yer no fun…"

"Fun? FUN?! THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK THIS IS?! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS OUT THERE—AND IF YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SIT AROUND AND WAIT FOR HER TO DIE—" but he stopped yelling because of the look on Jack's face. His eyes, always emotionless, were staring at the ground.

"Jack?" asked Will tentatively.

"Ye don't understand. Ye just don't understan'. I have a serious side, too, ye know! All I'm tryin' to do is cheer ye up, Will! And yer always goin' on lecturin' an' yellin'… ye think I haven't been thinkin' 'bout Beth? I'm trying to cheer ye up. I'm scared too, Will. What if we are too late?"

Will just looked at him. He knew exactly how Jack felt…

"I'm sorry, it's just… I can't stop thinking about her…"

"Mate, I know. Me neither. Yer just so uptight lately… I was just tryin' to help ye."

They were silent for a moment.

"Want some rum?" Jack asked.

"No." Will replied firmly.

"Come on, just a lil' swig—"

"NO! Jack, why don't you go ask someone where we are."

Jack grinned, and took a swig of rum. "Right you are," he said as he stumbled and swayed over to Anamaria, who was steering the ship. Will followed him.

Jack gazed out at the horizon, squinting into the distance, looking for any sign of Barbossa's ship.

"Are we there yet?" asked Jack.

"Jack, do ye see a big giant ship?" replied Anamaria.

"No…"

"Then there's yer answer."

"…are we there now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"No…"

"Are ye sure?"

"No… I mean yes!"

"Ha! So ye don't know… do ye?"

"Jack… I'm warning ye…"

"Are we there now?"

"NO!"

There was a pause, and Will was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"……How about now?"

"AAAAAAHH!!!!!" Anamaria screamed as she ran after Jack, completely abandoning the wheel of the ship. Gibbs ran forward and grabbed it as it was spinning madly.

"JACK SPARROW!" Anamaria screamed.

"Yes?" asked Jack as he continued to run away from her.

"YOU ARE THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON ON THIS BLOODY SHIP—"

"Why is everyone saying 'bloody' so much?!"

"BECAUSE IT'S WHAT YOU ARE!"

"Okay! Okay!"

She chased him around the deck of the ship three times before Jack got so worn out that he even stopped doing his crazy hand gestures. Will couldn't stop laughing when Anamaria finally caught up with him. She started smacking him in the back of the head, and he STILL kept running!

"OUCH! Since when—ouch!—is it a crime—ow—to ask a—WOULD YOU BLOODY KNOCK IT OFF?!" screamed Jack after Anamaria hit him for a fifth time. (LOL Zach!)

"Only if you will."

"Speaking of 'will'… would you shut up?!" asked Jack, despite his grin. "I cheered ye up, didn't I?"

Will nodded. "Thanks," he said.

"Ye made me suffer that much pain?"

"You're lucky she didn't get your cheek."

"Eh, the feelin' in that was gone a LONG time ago."

Twenty minutes passed as Will was looking out on the horizon, for any sign of a ship or a place where Barbossa may be as Jack got more drunk by the second. He staggered over to Anamaria, who was again steering and mumbled four words:

"Are we there yet?"

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Gotta love Jack! REVIEW! And I'm REALLY, REALLY sorry about not updating for so long, I was on vacation, and then I got grounded… so yeah, and for a question about 'The Blood of a Pirate', Juliet will NOT be a Mary-Sue!!! (R&R on that story too! It would be greatly appreciated!)