The insides of my wrists were burning. I searched in the chests at the foot of the bed and under the table in the dark corner of the room, finding some old pairs of clothes ­including a few dresses- the very fussy-looking kind with a lot of lace and trimmings. Apparently that's all that women those days wore so as to be seen as respectable. I didn't feel any remorse as I tore one of them up and bound strips of material over the tattoos which were driving me crazy. I didn't even want to think about what the dresses were doing in Jack's room (quarters- I hate using that word) or what happened to their previous owners.

I was bored out of my mind and there was nothing to do. I had a killer headache and the room seemed too bright. But things began to look up when I stumbled across a whole collection of rum under Jack's bed. The best cure for a hangover? I don't think so but it certainly made me feel better, to be lying tangled up in the bed covers with countless bottles of rum that I could spend the day finishing...

Jack won't mind.

(Ha)

He certainly was surprised, though, to find me in his bed.

"A bit eager aren't we luv?"

He questioned, eyebrows raised, as he lay stomach-down onto his bed. My first instinct was to scramble away as quickly as possible. But how was I going to be able to?

"Although who could resist Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Certainly not me. He grinned and once again I found his smile so disarming. His eyes traveled to my cloth-bound wrists when I reached up to brush my fringe out of my eyes. Without saying a word or asking me, he began to undo the tight knots that I had secured with my teeth earlier. Speechless, he examined and compared our tattoos and traced the outlines. He checked out the other one to but didn't pay much attention to it. The areas around both of them were red - signs of recent bleeding- and IT HURT.

Why was I so dumb to allow Em to force me to get this crap. But it was rather hard to think about this when a certain Captain was nearby. Not only that but he was touching me. Okay, he was just looking at my tattoos... But still..

It was strange to watch Jack- the man who I had been watching a countless number of times on the big screen-and actually be near him.And it was weird to actually think of him as a real person.

I forgot all my worries for awhile as I lay in the presence of Jack.

Ok.That was really bad,but at least it was short so you didn't have to stand it (the agony of reading such a piece of crap) for too long. And I'm sorry for not creating a new chapter for-what was it? Two/Three months? I SUCK! Flame all you want.