Disclaimer: I don't own anyone/anything except for Victoria. There, now on to the story.
A/N: A note to my reviewers:
Lady Skywalker: You MUST be an Orlando fan. * sigh* It's ok we all make mistakes sometimes. Hopefully you shall correct yours and realize that JOHNNY DEPP IS WAAAAAAAAAAAY BETTER THAN ORLANDO!!!!
Labrat47: AAAAAAAAAH! I'm clawing my eyes out, waiting for the "moment". * inhale* I'm going to take this slowly…. I'm torturing myself, but that's ok… I'm doing it for the wonderful readers/reviewers…
Ok, on to the story…please help me; I have NO knowledge of what rumrunners do…
The rumrunners anchored their tiny ship right on the coastline, where the waves had softly slapped Victoria and Jack the night before. Victoria angrily ran off to circle the island again. Jack had gone to meet the rumrunners.
Victoria felt awful. Her hair hung down in limp strings of salt. Her dress was damp and clung to her thin body. Her corset, which was maimed, was still wrapped around her body. She felt utter discomfort. The sun was beating her, absorbing into her clothes and making her sweat. The combined smell of drying sweat and evaporating salt water made Victoria smell horrible.
She walked until she was well out of Jack and the rumrunners' sight. Dipping her toes into the sparkling clear water, she peeled off the dress and her frayed corset. Still in her slip, she waded into the water until she was up to her shoulders in the cool cove. The sand was squishing under her bare feet. Victoria stood there, letting the tiny waves slap her neck, refreshing her sweaty body. She figured out how to float on her back and let the water pick her up. For a long time, she lay there, thoughts inexistent in her mind.
All of a sudden a small wave slapped her face. Water entered her nose and mouth, filling her throat with salt. She coughed and sputtered, sinking into the water.
"Help!" she gurgled, bubbles escaping her mouth. She grabbed the water frantically, trying to reach the top. Suddenly her feet found the sandy bottom again and she pushed off. Her face broke through the surface as she flailed her arms, flopping through the water until she got to the island again. She fell onto the beach and lay there.
Victoria was exhausted. Her mouth felt like she had tasted a mouthful of sand. She walked weakly to where Jack and the rumrunners were. Jack stood there, drinking rum with them.
"Ah, there's the girl. C'mhere, Victoria, sweet. We have rum now. We won't die here!" Jack yelled exuberantly, holding up a bottle of rum. Some flew out, dotting the sand. Victoria walked up to him. He stared.
"Watcha wearin', love?" he said, apparently amused. He was staring at her, she felt his kohl-lined eyes boring into her. She looked back at Jack, who was smiling broadly. The stomachache came back again.
"Now, love, if you would be so kind as to find your clothes and put them back on," Jack said, getting another bottle of rum. "Well, actually, it's not necessary to do that. Just come have some rum." He smiled, handing her a bottle.
"Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!" he grinned, toasting. Victoria hesitated, then stepped forward. She smiled, taking the bottle from him and sipping it delicately.
"Now that's no way to drink RUM!" Jack said, laughing. He tilted the bottle and emptied his into his mouth. Rum dribbled down his chin and onto his shirt. Looking down at in mock surprise, he smiled and said, "Ah well. Just don't drip on yerself!" he said, laughing and pulling his shirt off so it wouldn't be sticky. Victoria stared, a bit too long for comfort. Jack pretended not to notice her watching him flex his muscles. Soon, she joined in on the raucous fun and excitement that only rum can bring. She and Jack even sang a rendition of "Yo Ho A Pirate's Life For Me", dancing around the fire. Sometime during her second bottle, though, she spilled some rum on her dress. Jack grinned, staring at her.
"Better take it off, love," he said quietly, bringing his bottle to his lips.
A/N: How's that? Better? Worse? Review me, I just love reviews! ^_^