A/N: WOW, I never got so many reviews in my life! And I've only written 4 chapters!! I feel speshul:
Sparrow MoNkEy: Thank you for the idea. I'm probably going to use the rumrunner's ship scene-thingy. But the second idea is a good idea, too. I have to see how I can get BOTH of them into the story…
Piratelf: LOL! No, she wasn't bare naked in front of Jack, that will come later *wink, wink* She's in the slip/underdress that Elizabeth wore almost throughout the whole movie.
Labrat47: FIVE CHAPTERS!!! FIVE?! Ok….fine…you're right, I AM going to write much faster now…
After Jack's comment, Victoria felt a bit uncomfortable. She ended up running to the other side of the island, spending most of the night trying to build a fire. She had brought with her a bottle of rum to feed the crackling flames. Victoria stared at it for a while, fantasizing about maybe not exactly hating Jack. The fire grew larger and suddenly shrunk into a tiny spark. Frustrated, she started to splash the whole bottle onto it. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.
"Buildin' a fire, I see," Jack Sparrow said, chuckling. He squat down beside her.
"What are you laughing about?" Victoria demanded.
"Here." Jack gently took the bottle from her and bent over the fire. When he drew back from the once pitiful flame, it had grown to a bonfire.
"Waste not," he said, opening the bottle and taking a swig. "Where have you been, anyways?" he said, smacking his lips from the sweet rum. "The White Opal is going to set sail tomorrow morning. We should celebrate, y'know. Where did you go? There's a lot more rum than you think." He beamed, taking another gulp of rum. Victoria faked a yawn.
"Maybe I should rest. I'm exhausted," she said, getting up, "besides, you don't want Crystal to see me next to you," she added quietly.
"What's that ye said? Is that what this is all about? Crystal?" Jack said, groaning.
"Yes, she's 'your girl', isn't she?" Victoria said, her voice rising.
"She's not-"
"But you just want to think that, eh? You just can't live without women!" she yelled, standing up.
"Actually, it's rum I can't live without," Jack said quietly "but even though, women can be pleasing to me," he said, immediately regretting it. Victoria's face grew red as the rum in Jack's bottle.
"So that's the grand adventures of the infamous Jack Sparrow? Indulging yourself in rum and wooing women? Well, that's not my fancy, Captain." She turned on her heel and began to walk abruptly toward the water. Jack ran after her.
"What exactly are you going to do, love?" he said, laughing nervously.
"I'm getting off this godforsaken island!" she said, plunging herself into the water. Instantly, Jack grabbed her and pulled her up. Coughing and sputtering, Victoria thrashed violently in his arms. He wouldn't let go of her. Seeing that, she stopped, slumping down against him.
"I can't let you do that, love," he whispered into her ear, "until you learn to swim. Lemme teach ye. The rumrunners are a bit-eh-busy-drinking. They wouldn't notice that we're missing. Cm'here." He took off his hat and waded into the water. Then he reached out and pulled her into the cool water. The stars in the sky twinkled teasingly from a distance. "Now, can you float?" In only an hour, he taught Victoria how to float and how to swim under water, before he grew thirsty for rum. "Sorry, love, rum calls," he said, getting out of the water and scampering to the rumrunner's party. Victoria crawled out of the water moments later and decided to go back to the celebrating. The men were laughing heartily to a story Jack seemed to be telling.
"…and she can't even swim!" she heard Jack yell. The rumrunners roared with laughter. "I feel like I'm her father, constantly checking on her to see if she's drowning!" Angrily, Victoria stepped from behind the tree.
"So, Jack, I'm just your big joke? Your village idiot? Your helpless damsel in distress?" she said heatedly, stomping over to him. He squinted at her, as if he couldn't see her.
"Well, I can swim! And I can do it without you!" she screamed, her throat turning raw. She turned to the rowboat anchored off the shore. The ship was anchored one hundred yards away. Victoria pointed to the ship.
"I'm going to swim out to the ship and I'll swim back. Backwards," she said, stepping into the water. Once she was in deep enough, she kicked her feet like Jack had taught her. Each time she looked at his confused face, her feet kicked more furiously. She kept kicking until she was halfway there. But when she looked back for his face, Victoria couldn't see it anymore. He was nothing but a speck. And though she hated him, the sight of him was always comforting when she swam. And now it was gone, along with her swimming skills. Her feet frantically tried to find the bottom, but Victoria instead plunged down under the water. But now Jack wasn't there to save her. She sank quickly to the bottom, catching her arm on the chain of the anchor.
A/N: HAhAHAHA! Bloody cliffies! I love them! Only in my stories, though ^_^
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