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Jack and Jen headed back to the Turner's house, Jack still holding the youngest Turner in his arm. When they reached the house, Jen quickly shut the door and took Charlie out of Jack's arms.
"You had better get me out of this dress. I haven't taken a full breath since it was laced up!" Jen seethed, turning around so Jack could untie it. Jack grinned and quickly untied it. Jen peeled off the fancy dress and with one hand wrenched off the mask. She put Charlie down and turned around to face Jack, who had a knife out, ready to cut off the corset. Jen quickly stopped his hand by grabbing his wrist. She shook her head, grinning.
"Don't do that! Elizabeth forgave you for saving her life, but I don't think she'll appreciate it this time." Jack nodded hastily.
"Good point." He didn't want to arouse the Wrath of Elizabeth. Soon, the corset and dress were draped carefully over a chair and Jack and Jen collapsed onto a couch, watching Charlie play with a few blocks.
"So....what do we do now?" Asked Jen. Jack shrugged.
"Don't know. That's why I came to find you."
"Oh. Right." They sat in silence, thinking.
"Well, why don't you tell him a story?" Jen suggested. Jack looked thoughtful.
"All right. C'mere, kid." He said gruffly, lifting Charlie onto his knee. Charlie stared up at him with big brown eyes, listening intently.
"Once upon a time, there was a lyin' cheatin' bastard named Barbossa who stole me' beautiful ship. Now this low down, rotten piece of shi," Jack began, before Jen clamped her hand over Jack's mouth.
"Jack, you're starting to sound bitter. And Will won't appreciate his son's new vocabulary." Jen cautioned. Jack nodded and looked sad as Jen removed her hand. He gave the kid a sorry look.
"You're never going to any fun growing up, based on your parents look on life!" Jack said remorsefully. Charlie laughed and clapped his own hands over his mouth.
"Sing him a song." Jen suggested next after a few moments of silence.
"Okay. Yoho, yoho a pirate's life for me! We pillage we plunder, we rifle and loot! Drink up me 'earties yoho! We're devils and black sheep and REALLY BAD EGGS! Drink up me 'earties yoho!" Jack sang loudly with gestures. A few minutes into the song, Jack got up and put Charlie on Jen's lap. He walked away, still singing and into the kitchen. A minute, some loud bangs, a crash and a muffled shout later, he emerged, swinging two bottles of rum from his hand. He handed one to Jen, concluded the song and flopped down again, ready to drink.
"No, Jack. We're baby-sitting. We can't be drunk!" Jen scolded.
"You're no fun luv." Jack pouted. A thought crossed his mind. " Y'know, I bet it was really hot at that party." Jack said slowly. Jen closed her eyes and groaned.
"Ugh. Of course it was. And those stiff torture devices didn't help!" Jack continued.
"And they only have champagne, which gets bitter after awhile."
"Amazingly bitter." Jen reflected. Jack put the cool bottle against Jen's cheek.
"And this rum is so nice and cool. Bet it'd be really refreshing." He concluded. Jen was now glaring longingly at the bottle.
"Just a few sips..." Jack grinned at the allowance.
"Excellent!" He said, uncorking the bottle quickly.
JACK, BABYSITTING, AND RUM?! JACK GET'S A BIT UPSET IN THE NEXT CHAPTER...AS DOES WILL AND ELIZABETH! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?! PLEASE REVIEW...IT'LL MAKE ME POST QUICKER!
Jack and Jen headed back to the Turner's house, Jack still holding the youngest Turner in his arm. When they reached the house, Jen quickly shut the door and took Charlie out of Jack's arms.
"You had better get me out of this dress. I haven't taken a full breath since it was laced up!" Jen seethed, turning around so Jack could untie it. Jack grinned and quickly untied it. Jen peeled off the fancy dress and with one hand wrenched off the mask. She put Charlie down and turned around to face Jack, who had a knife out, ready to cut off the corset. Jen quickly stopped his hand by grabbing his wrist. She shook her head, grinning.
"Don't do that! Elizabeth forgave you for saving her life, but I don't think she'll appreciate it this time." Jack nodded hastily.
"Good point." He didn't want to arouse the Wrath of Elizabeth. Soon, the corset and dress were draped carefully over a chair and Jack and Jen collapsed onto a couch, watching Charlie play with a few blocks.
"So....what do we do now?" Asked Jen. Jack shrugged.
"Don't know. That's why I came to find you."
"Oh. Right." They sat in silence, thinking.
"Well, why don't you tell him a story?" Jen suggested. Jack looked thoughtful.
"All right. C'mere, kid." He said gruffly, lifting Charlie onto his knee. Charlie stared up at him with big brown eyes, listening intently.
"Once upon a time, there was a lyin' cheatin' bastard named Barbossa who stole me' beautiful ship. Now this low down, rotten piece of shi," Jack began, before Jen clamped her hand over Jack's mouth.
"Jack, you're starting to sound bitter. And Will won't appreciate his son's new vocabulary." Jen cautioned. Jack nodded and looked sad as Jen removed her hand. He gave the kid a sorry look.
"You're never going to any fun growing up, based on your parents look on life!" Jack said remorsefully. Charlie laughed and clapped his own hands over his mouth.
"Sing him a song." Jen suggested next after a few moments of silence.
"Okay. Yoho, yoho a pirate's life for me! We pillage we plunder, we rifle and loot! Drink up me 'earties yoho! We're devils and black sheep and REALLY BAD EGGS! Drink up me 'earties yoho!" Jack sang loudly with gestures. A few minutes into the song, Jack got up and put Charlie on Jen's lap. He walked away, still singing and into the kitchen. A minute, some loud bangs, a crash and a muffled shout later, he emerged, swinging two bottles of rum from his hand. He handed one to Jen, concluded the song and flopped down again, ready to drink.
"No, Jack. We're baby-sitting. We can't be drunk!" Jen scolded.
"You're no fun luv." Jack pouted. A thought crossed his mind. " Y'know, I bet it was really hot at that party." Jack said slowly. Jen closed her eyes and groaned.
"Ugh. Of course it was. And those stiff torture devices didn't help!" Jack continued.
"And they only have champagne, which gets bitter after awhile."
"Amazingly bitter." Jen reflected. Jack put the cool bottle against Jen's cheek.
"And this rum is so nice and cool. Bet it'd be really refreshing." He concluded. Jen was now glaring longingly at the bottle.
"Just a few sips..." Jack grinned at the allowance.
"Excellent!" He said, uncorking the bottle quickly.
JACK, BABYSITTING, AND RUM?! JACK GET'S A BIT UPSET IN THE NEXT CHAPTER...AS DOES WILL AND ELIZABETH! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT?! PLEASE REVIEW...IT'LL MAKE ME POST QUICKER!