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Chapter Three, The Drunken Slayer

As Buffy got out of Jack's quarters, the crew started to give her compliments on how well she fought against Jack; even if it was their captain who she fought. The Slayer accepted them with a very eager smile when Jack came back, all dry and holding his bruised cheek with a cold wet rag. He climbed up to where the helm was, which was where Buffy was wiping her sword with a towel she found laying around the deck. The two ignored the other's presence, both wanting the other to give in and talk. After a long period of silence, Buffy finally got tired of it, so she decided to talk first.

"Okay, bear with me here, Cappy. Where exactly are we going, since I am going with your little escapade, might as well know where were heading right?" Buffy chipped as she started to tie up her hair in a messy-but- efficient enough ponytail after she was done with her sword. With an annoyed sighed at her, Jack explained everything about the treasure.

"There's an island in Greece called Ithaki. From wha' I've 'eard, or rather shall we say, read, there's a mount o' treasure there, said to be protected by demons, and Gods from hell itself. So basically, luv, we're off to a treasure hunt, alrigh'?" Jack finished while taking the helm of the ship and looking at his unique compass and at the same time holding the rag at his bruised cheek.

"So what this whole trip is about, is you guys, getting all the treasure you want, and dumping it in your secret hideout somewhere, where it'll be staying while you guys die out of old age or something," Buffy was more interested at the 'protected by demons, and Gods from hell' part than the treasure itself, but her wish of keeping her identity as the Slayer kept her from asking more about it.

"Tha's what are pirates are for, mate," replied Jack who had spread his arms with great dramatization before turning back his attention to the helm. But Buffy wasn't finished yet.

"BUT, there is still that fact about the whole treasure is bound to have those demons, protecting the treasure. Are you even sure that when you even get to that island, you can still get out of it, with or without the treasure?" asked Buffy, who was already taking precautions on meeting exiled Gods, who are, if her mythology side in her was correct, in fact immortal. The demons she could probably take out, but probably the Gods might need more than her usual kick and punch.

"What? Scared 'bout tha little fairytales they talk 'bout, luv? Ye should know tha' they are just bunch of rubbish made by those who wan' tha treasure safe and sound in their keeping'," Jack brushed off the idea of encountering demons.

"For once I hope you're right, Sparrow," Buffy mumbled as she looked towards the sea, wondering what she'll do with the possible new threat.

"Wha' are ye doin', luv? If yer gonna stay 'ere for the joy ride, ye might as well be down there with tha crew. Ye sail with us, ye earn yer keep," Jack pointed at his men, doing their duties dutifully. Buffy looked at them with a frown as she saw a pirate do something with a knot that held the whole masts of the ship together.

"One problem, Cappy. I don't know anything about sailing a ship."

After sailing tirelessly and learning about it from Ana Maria, she was sent to a room with her mentor, and got to know her better.

"So where do ye come from, Buffy?" Ana Maria asked her, her curiosity getting the better of her. Buffy's brow rose up, slightly taken back with the pirate's straight forwardness. She contemplated the whole prospect on telling Ana Maria about her Slayer gig. Though she didn't know the pirate long enough to trust her secret, it would be nice to have someone to talk to with the 'other side' of her. Contemplating with keeping or telling her secret, Buffy looked at the pirate warily.

"Would you believe me, even if I swore that it is the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" Buffy pointedly looked at her. Nodding slowly, Ana Maria sat down on her cot, her eyes never looking away from her.

"Okay. I guess it'll be nice to tell somebody who is going to keep it to herself so that the rest won't think of me as a loon?" another nod came, and Buffy started her story.

She told her everything about where she came from, to what she is, and from demons, to her past plus a couple of edited truths. In the end, Ana Maria believed everything she have been told, after seeing her scar where Angel and the Master have bitten her, after she threw Buffy a dagger with all her might who caught it in mid-air with ease, after making her realize that all of what she said was the undeniable truth.

Soon, it was Ana Maria who was once again called to take over the helm while Jack ate his dinner and while Gibbs relaxed at his off shift. Buffy was asked to eat her food with the captain, but declined after seeing the 'mucked-up-crud' and 'cafeteria surprise', as Buffy called it, and just brought with her a couple of the hard biscuit and a flask that was filled with fresh water. She went up to Ana Maria, picking up a long, thin, rope, ideal for a jumping rope along the way.

"Hey, Ann. Do you mind if I called you that by the way?" Buffy quirked after taking a reluctant bite out of the bread that Buffy later found out, was as hard as a rock. Seeing that the biscuit was as inedible as how the other food was unappetizing to eat, she let the bread fall down to the floor and brushed away the non-existent lingering crumbs on her pants.

"No, I do not. Just don't say with tha crew; wouldn't want tha big bulks o' fat callin' me tha'," said Ana Maria as she turned the helm right to left expertly. She saw the thin rope and asked what she needed it for. "Wha's that for anyway?"

"Exercise. The whole work thing didn't really tire me out, and I really need to blow off some steam if I wanna sleep like a babe. And besides, there's the fact that I sleep really late, and I usually do major ass kicking back at home at this un-timely hour. So, yeah, exercise," Buffy lifted the coil of rope and started to make a knot in the end of it, changing into a makeshift handle. "So when are we arriving to Tortillas?"

"It's Tortuga, Buffy. An' we'll be arriving there, some when later in tah'-morrow afternoon," Ana Maria stared at her weirdly as Buffy started to jump rope at moderate speed. The pirate shook her head at the weird antics but continued to sail and looked over the ship's position constantly.

"So, Ann. What does the usual pirate do in Tortillas?" asked Buffy, not really paying attention at Ana's correction or frequent glances. She felt her hair bouncing up and down as she jumped at a faster speed.

"Most o' us are gonna ge' drunk, steal from some other drunken scallywags, start fights. Tha usual. Ye?" she replied off-handedly.

"Dunno. Don't wanna really get drunk; none of my experiences with the cursed alcohol went well. Last time I drank I turned one million B.C. Not really something I'd recommend. So my two choices are: going to a cemetery and wait for the pirate-slash-vamp baddies to come out and get dusted or go to somewhere not really populated and work on my tan," Buffy started to jump faster and faster, breaking out into small panting but still not missing a beat.

"Work on your tan?"

"Yeah, you know. Lay down on a secluded beach somewhere, only wearing a bikini and sun bathe," Buffy's speed started to slow down.

"Tha' I wouldn't recommend Buffy. Especially in Tortillas, I mean Tortuga," Ana scowled at her mistake when Buffy smirked as finally stopped jumping. "I need tah ge' Jack. It's his turn tah steer tha Pearl." With that she left Buffy looking at the same pole that hit her and Jack sending them to the waters with a silly grin.

"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirates Life's for Me!" sang Jack who just finished his favorite song. 'Who ever made this song is a bloody genius,' he chuckled to himself. He suddenly saw a shadow from the highest pole his Pearl has. Looking up, his eyes got bigger when he realized what the shadow was from.

"Summers! What tha bloody 'ell do ye think yer doin' up there?!" Jack shouted up at Buffy who was standing on her hands with complete balance on the large pole that held one of the masts. Complete balance that is before Jack surprised her with his yell and lost her control so suddenly that she wasn't able to catch herself.

"Holy crap!" Buffy said loudly enough for Sparrow to hear, and braced herself for the fall. Surprisingly enough, she didn't land on the hard wood she expected. Instead, she landed in Jack's arms that just saved her from a twenty-five feet fall.

"Ye know fo' a lass such as yerself, ye sure are light," Jack smirked after a few moments passed. He was looking at her with an intent gaze, complete with the raised eyebrow and the low tone at the blonde who has captured his attention with her eyes once more. His tone sent shivers down her spine and for that moment, Buffy forgot about Riley.

"Thanks. I do try to maintain my feminine figure," Buffy said in the same low tone. Then she was jolted with the memory of where she is. 'You are in love with Riley, Buffy!! You love him, not the person who is standing in front of you that is recognizably hot… Wait, no that's not where your thoughts are suppose to be heading. Argh!' her head screamed at her, making her suddenly defensive and leaping on to her feet. "And thanks for the saving me from getting major bruise on my ass, though I could've saved myself." She pointed out arrogantly to the pirate.

Jack was taken back at the loss of her warmth and weight in his arms, but recovered himself quickly. "Whatever ye say, luv. By tha way, what were ye doin' up there an' how tha hell did ye get there?" he pointed at where her finger was aiming, while taking a swig in his rum that suspiciously looked like it appeared from no where.

"Meditating and I climbed," she said simply. Buffy walked up to where she placed the flask and drank some from it. Jack raised his eyebrows at her, but Buffy clearly didn't want to talk anymore about her meditation, so he took another swig of his rum. He cringed a little when some of the trinkets in his hair smacked his still sore cheek.

"Ya, about that. So, uh, what were you singin' awhile ago?" Buffy attempted to lighten up the mood and to steer the attention away from her weird exercise. She thought for sure that nobody will notice her up there, but apparently Jack takes the duty of being the captain of his ship a bit too seriously. Thankfully Jack brightened at the mention of the song.

"Aye, 'A Pirates Life for Me'. A bloody great song, someone taught it tah me while I was drunk..."

"Why am I not surprised?" Buffy said with a sigh, but Jack didn't seem to notice that he was interrupted, so he continued on. "Here I'll teach ye tha words," he then started to sing. After he sang the first verse, he made Buffy try and singing it, in which she reluctantly tried. She made a couple of mistakes and refused to do more after she blushed as she heard her horrendous off-key singing voice. The pirate thought for a moment and then came up with an idea that the rum he was drinking will help her sing better.

"C'mon, luv. Just a sip. It'll let yer vocal tunes loosen up a bi'," Jack pleaded as she crossed her arms arrogantly.

        "Nuhuh. Last time I got drunk I turned into a caveman; cavewoman rather. Something I don't want to do again," Buffy narrowed her eyes and frowned at the sight of the brown flask. "And no matter how much you beg, I ain't drinkin'."

   Fifteen Minutes Later…

"Le's sing it again, luv!" Jack swayed dangerously towards Buffy who was giggling like a madwoman.

"Lea' tha way then Cap…Cappper? Canteen? Cally? Ca…ca…Cappy!" Drunken Buffy looked extremely proud at finally getting the right word. She also started to slur her words like Jack always does, and started to laugh madly at just the simplest gesture or joke.

"Tha's Captain Jack tah ye missy!" Jack corrected her, causing Buffy to grin for no reason.

"YES! It's Captain Jack and his group of Seamen!" Buffy replied back with too much enthusiasm then started laughing once she realized that she just said 'seamen'.

"Wha's so funny? I thought we were supposed tah be singin'?"

Buffy somehow calmed herself through the alcohol and made a gesture with her hands, signaling that the singing had to start. "Alrighty then, Capitan!!

"Yo ho yo ho, a pirates' life's for me!
We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We kidnap we ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
"We extort and pilfer, we filch and we sack
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
Maraud and embezzle, and even highjack
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
Yo ho yo ho a pirates' life's for me!
"We kindle and char, and inflame and ignite
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We burn up a city, and are really a fright

Drink up me hearties yo ho!
"We're rascals and scoundrels, and villains and knaves
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
Were villains and black sheep and REALLY bad eggs
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do well cads
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
"Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dad
Drink up me hearties yo ho
Yo ho yo ho a pirates' life's for ME!!!!!!" there was a chorus of the two, Buffy singing still in off-key notes, while Sparrow continued to drink what's left of his rum between verses. Buffy sometimes stretched out a couple of verses, making it sound like it was somebody who takes the song about the pirates' life too critically. Both were standing up, both their arms on the others shoulder, with Buffy slightly having difficulty because of her size. The couple fell down on their bottoms at the last verse, laughing their heads off with alcoholic-mirth. Jack drank some more rum, in which Buffy got mad at.

"NO! Gimme tha'. I wants more o' this whatchamacall it an' good ol' Captain Jack has to share!!" Buffy tried to grab the rum bottle away from Jack's greedy hands as he started to chug down the liquor with much vigor. He in return blocked her prying hands from getting it by his arms without getting his mouth away from the flask. But the force of her attack made the rum spill a bit on his clothes, momentarily angering the pirate.

"I's rum Buffy and it is rightfully mine so I don' have tah give ye when I don' wanna. Alright, up ye go. Yer sleepin' in me cabin tonight. It'll be a lot easier to carry ye, ye mangy girl," Jack insulted her as he bent down to carry the Slayer, while she was struggling and was protesting about her pride.

"Nuhuh! Pu' me down ya jerk! I ain't mangy nor a girl!"

Jack laughed out loud when Buffy just proclaimed that she wasn't a girl through her intoxicated brain but quickly became quiet when she started to struggle more, threatening them both to topple over and fall. Jack's grasp on her tightened, and didn't let go even when she started to beat his chest.

"Bloody 'ell woman, stop movin'!" he growled under his breath, and she finally stopped squirming which surprised him. Jack looked down at her, finding that she had tucked her head under his chin, and was lightly snoring, showing signs of her being totally knocked out from the alcohol.

"Yer somethin' else, Buffy," said he with a slight shake of his head before heading towards his cabin.

A/N: Third chappy finally up! I didn't get to post it as fast as I hope it would, but I was researching some stuff for the actual villains and stuff. If you might recall, the big bad here are gods right, so I hafta borrow a couple of books in Greek mythology, cause it was either that, or steal Glory. Which I thought wasn't very original.

Hope you guys like this chapter, my sis was cracking up when she read Buffy getting drunk. HEHEHEHE!!! Well, anyways, review, review!!!! And after you've done reviewing, review and read some more!