Hehe yep, broken ships = da movie.. shoulda put a dislaimer but forgot.. lol.. Does it now .. I don't own the broken ship scene in the movie don't sue me.. ok.. Here is the next chapter.. What can I say I type fast, go me!

Chapter 10
"Party Time"

The night had turned into day once again; tomorrow would be my last day in this world. So I decided to use today to my advantage, I knew tomorrow I would see my ship for the last time. Everything had been planned in my mind. What I would do and how I would go about it. I stood at the helm, steering The Pearl to my destiny. The sun shown brightly, there wasn't a cloud in sight. I pressed my lips together and wet them with my tongue. I bit my lower lip in thought, pulling the folded parchment from my bodice. I looked it over for a minute, I folded it back up and looked at the writing I had never been able to make out. I noticed it was no longer smeared, I could read it perfectly. It said I wouldn't die exactly, I would go unconscious and still be alive for 2 days more. I quickly brushed it off, putting the parchment back in my bodice. Ana Maria relieved me for a few moments while I went to eat and take a quick rest. Tomorrow would take a toll on me. I decided to have a feast; after all it was practically my last real meal. I walked below deck, taking in the clean smell. I was amazed by the woodwork; I had never taken a close look at it. I smiled to myself at my accomplishment. I walked into the galley; everyone was still on deck working hard. We had decided to anchor here for the night and have ourselves a little party. Word that I wasn't going to be with them much longer traveled fast. I threw on an apron and prepared myself to cook. I was never much of a cook, in fact I hated cooking, I never had the time either. I spent a few hours preparing the meal. I put the huge turkey on the table, along with mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, and cranberry sauce. (Note: hehe thanksgiving dinner my fav!)

I went above deck and smiled. "Foods done!"

I watched as every man and Ana Maria grinned, I guess they didn't get a home cooked huge meal every day. They all rushed toward the stairway to get below deck. Pushing each other, I watched Gibbs and Cotton get stuck in the doorway together. I rolled my eyes with a laugh. I walked to Jack who was sitting on a bench on the helm, sharpening his sword.

"Food has been served."

He looked at me. "Ye cook?"

"I did today, does that count?"

He let out a chuckle and followed me down to the galley. We both sat at the table.

"Captain, ye is joining us for once?" Ana Maria asked, practically staring and drooling at the sight of him.

"Aye." He said simply filling his plate with turkey and the fixings.

We sat around the large table, every seat now occupied. We ate quickly, used to having to eat on the go. Empty plates now filled the table, the food was completely gone.

"Good meal!" Gibbs grinned. "I 'aven't had such a meal in years!"

"Well, yer very welcome, I'm not the greatest cook but I do know a thing or two." I smiled

"Aye, ye do." Jack said with a smile. "Finish the work, then break out the rum!"

Gibbs eyes lit up at the word Rum. The galley had quickly cleared out, except for Ana Maria who was left with the dishes. I went back to Jack's cabin to finish the work on my plan. There were a few holes I had to fix before it could be executed. I lay across the bed, my hair falling over my face. I pushed it behind my ear. My green eyes scanned the map for the hundredth time. I rubbed my hands together in thought, my eyes continuing to scan the map. The door flew open, any harder and it would have flown off of its hinges. My head snapped to see who stood in the doorway, folding up the parchment quickly.

"There's a ship in view, I believe it's the Gauntlet." Jack said

I looked down a grin coming across my face. I put the parchment in its resting place and quickly got up. Getting tangled in the sheets I went flying forward, right into Jack. My head hit his chest and I looked up at him. I regained my composure quickly.

"If ye wanted to be in my arms all ye had to do was ask."

I scoffed, pushing myself away from him. "I wouldn't ask."

"Ye will someday." He grinned, very sure of himself.

I rolled my eyes and pushed past him and stepped onto the deck. I ran to the bow, I saw sails on the horizon. I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better view.

"Here try this." He said, handing me his binoculars (note: don't know what its actually called so, well, you get the idea: P )

I took it from his hand, and looked through it, a much better view.

"Is it the gauntlet?" he asked anxiously

"Aye it is." I said, watching various members of MY crew scurrying around on board. They hadn't noticed we were in pursuit of them.

"When shall we strike?" he asked, taking the binocular back from him.

"Tomorrow morning, tonight we party!" a short breath escaped my lips. He nodded in response.

"To the rum!"

I laughed. "Don't ye ever get tired of rum?"

"Nope never!" The twinkle returning to his chocolate brown eyes.

"I didn't think so."

I took one last look at the masts on the horizon, my destiny laid right before me. A smile came to my lips as I thought about the sweet revenge I was going to gain tomorrow. I made my way to Jack's cabin, the smell of open run bottles instantly filling my nose.

"I see ye didn't waste any time." I commented, sitting at the table across from him.

"Aye, never waste when rum is involved." He grinned, taking a long drink from the bottle.

I took the second bottle of 4 that rested on the table. I took a drink the burning sensation filing my throat as the liquid poured into my system; I winced a little and then grinned. After a few hours of drinking rum and talking I had gotten pretty drunk, finishing off the entire bottle I had started a few hours earlier. I looked at Jack; I drunkenly leaned against the table.

"Yer drunk aren't ye?" Jack asked, his right index finger came up as to say shame shame.

"I'm not drunk.. I'm..." I searched for the right words. "Slightly buzzed." I nodded assumingly.

We both began to laugh.

"Yer drunk."

"Am not!" I protested, looking at him quizzically

"Ye couldn't even walk a straight line I bet."

"I can never walk.. da.. Straight.. linnee.." I slurred with a giggle.

"Try it.," he said

I eyed him; raising a brow I could it to. How hard could it be to walk a straight line? I stood shakily, my knees felt like jelly. I took a step forward, swaying from side to side kind of how Jack walked even when he was sober. I laughed.

"See I walk like ye do." I said, pointing at him with my index finger as I continued to hold the bottle. I continued to walk around like Jack.

"I dun't walk like tthattt." He slurred

"Do toooooo."

He shook his head no. He stood, stumbling at first until he regained his composure. "I walk like this here." he said, beginning to walk around.

"Yea likes dis!" I said, swaying around, my hands coming up like his always had. I moved my fingers rapidly. I stumbled around, throwing myself back into my seat.

"Ye know something. " I went to finish my sentence my mouth still open.

"What?" he questioned, sitting back down.

"Umm..." I searched for the words. "I can't remember."

We looked at each other until I started laughing, his laughter joining mine.

"Yer something else." Jack slurred shaking his head.

"Yes I am." I agreed.

"Jack, have ye ever been in love?"

He thought about it for a second. "Aye, at one time. But my true luv is the sea. Open waters, the freedom this ship gives me. Ye ever been?" he asked, nodding toward me.

"Once, when I was younger, until the curse had been placed upon me." I said sadly. "I have never known true love. I'm not allowed to love."

"Well, luv, ye seem happy otherwise."

I eyed him; there he goes again with luv. "I guess so, gullible. I had a good run while it lasted."

"Aye, but at every ending there is a new beginning." He said, "philosophically speaking of course."

I laughed, a grin coming to my lips. "So rum makes ye speak big words."

He gave me a toothy grin, his golden teeth flashing in the candlelight. "I suppose so."

I sighed. "We better get sum sleep.. Got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Aye, we do." I stumbled over to the bed, throwing myself onto it.

I lay across it, Jack eyed my back.

"Move to your side." He pointed to my side of the bed.

I shook my head. "I dun wanna, I wanna go to sleep." I rolled over onto my back.

"If ye don't move over i'm juss gonna have to lay on ye."

I eyed him. "Ye wouldn't."

He gave a mischievous grin, blowing out the last candle.

"Are ye going to move?"

"No. Ye can sleep on the floor."

His nose scrunched up at the thought of sleeping on the floor. Before I could say anything else or move, he lay on top of me. I looked at him in wonder.

"Wha do ye think yer doin?" I questioned

"Laying on you." He said simply

"I can see that." I said, looking into his eyes. His right hand came up he began tracing my jaw line with his callused fingers. I closed my eyes as a shiver ran up and down my spine and throughout my whole body. I felt the drowsy feeling beginning to kick in. I looked at him sleepily, barely able to keep my eyes open.

"good night." I said, closing my eyes, falling fast asleep. Jack chuckled a little, I felt him pick up my body and carefully lay me down on my half of the bed.