Chapter 8 What do you mean you don't have any cigarettes?

"What do you mean their not there? Well search her again. When I scryed to see her she always had them, she never goes without them. I need those, and you are going back in there and finding them," Alyth woke to a muffled voice yelling. She was lying on a wood floor that was rocking back and forth lightly.
"Oh God, not again," she mumbled as she opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. "Where are my cigarettes," she continued to mumble, almost incomprehensibly. 'God damn it, Jack made me leave them on the Pearl... Jack, where are you?' She wondered as she looked around the small cabin. There was a wash basin in the corner that looked empty, its contents on the floor in front of it. A small chest lay at the end of a small cot. The wood underneath her fingers wasn't black though, it was a pale brown. Alyth sat up carefully and rubbed her jaw. It hurt really badly. She clicked it a few times, and opened and closed her mouth to make sure nothing was broken. It seemed fine, 'how did I hurt my jaw,' she wondered, and suddenly memory came flooding back. Jack, the alley, the kissing, her dress, and the men. "Oh God, Jack," she said, standing up and walking to the door. If these people thought they could hold her captive and hurt, maybe even, 'what if Jack is dead?' She thought, stopping in front of the door. "No, he can't be, he's Captain Jack Sparrow," she whispered, and tears began to fill her eyes, one fell down her cheek and she wiped it away angrily. "Jack is not dead."
"Well 'e may be princess, I dunno fer sure. I 'it 'im preddy 'ard," a man said, she had been so deep in thought she hadn't heard him come in.
"Who are you?"
"Me? I'm Jef. I be searchin ye now if'n ye dun mind, and even if ye do," he said, a smirk appearing on his face. He was the toothless man, the one with a hideous scar running from his forehead, through his right eye, and down to his chin. He wore a high collared shirt, but it looked as if the scar continued down his neck.
"You come any closer and I'll rip off your balls and shove them down your throat," Alyth hissed, stopping the man in his tracks.
"Aw, come on now princess, dun ye wanna play some?" He asked, moving closer to her.
"Look, I don't know what's going on, but I swear to God if you take even one fucking step closer, I will take away all that makes you a man, savvy?" His eyes got large as she said this, and she knew her ice blue eyes were shooting sparks, and the grin on her face was a wicked evil grin.
"come on now princess, I dun want no trouble, I jus gotta search ye, if'n I don' then the witch'll kill me."
"Well if you plan on keeping your manhood intact I suggest you go tell the "witch" to come search me herself, and I also suggest you stop calling me princess," Alyth's voice was deathly calm, and he quickly turned on the balls of his feet and left the room, presumably to get the witch he was talking about. This was going to be hell.

Jack awoke to a bright light shinning in his eyes, and he knew something was wrong. The light from his cabin never shined in his face in the mornings, he had positioned his bed so it wouldn't. Jack opened his eyes only to shut them again as the light burned, and stung. Something was definitely wrong, from the light of the sun it was mid-afternoon, and he never slept in that late.
"Jack, Gibbs, I think he's coming around," a voice yelled, a little too loudly.
"Will, can ye do sumthin bout that damn sun," he asked, rubbing his head where it hurt the most.
"Jack what happened? Where's Alyth?" Will asked him.
"And how's ye end up 'ere sir?" A voice, Gibbs, asked him.
"I don't bloody know, all's I can remember is Alyth and I drinking, and then we was walking back te the Pearl, we stopped here te rest and uh, well have some fun, when we was attacked. I shoulda know better then te stop in an alley." Jacks eyes had finally become accustomed to the light, somewhat, and he had opened them during his speech. He looked into Will's eyes to see hurt, and worry.

"Alyth's missing now Jack, do you know who it might have been?" Will asked.

"Naw, I couldn see a thing last night, too dark," he mumbled, and tried to stand up. He started to fall but Will caught him.

"Careful Jack, looks like you were hit pretty hard. Come on, let's get back to the Pearl and look you over. Gibbs, why don't you ask around the taverns, see if anyone was looking for Jack or Alyth," Will said, then slowly walked Jack to the small, sandy beach and the rowboat.

"It's not possble fer anyone te be lookin fer Alyth," Jack said after they had gotten into the boat and started rowing to the ship.

"And why is that Jack?" "Cause no one knows she exists sept, you, me, and me crew, savvy?" "People have to know she exists Jack, I mean it's not like she just dropped out of thin air," Will said in an annoyed tone of voice.

"Actually mate, it is. Ye see we was on our way here fer yer, te see ye, when I looked up and saw her fall outa the sky and onto me ship. Got half a crew te claim they saw her fall, and the otha half to say she wasn there when the trip started months earlier."

"That's just not possible, unless she's a witch or something," Will said as they finally reached the Pearl. Will helped Jack to climb the rope ladder down the side, and then followed him up.

"That's what I thought at first, and maybe she is, but I believe her," Jack said. Jack walked straight into his cabin, and closed the door once Will had entered. He walked to his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of rum. Jack uncorked the bottle with his teeth, and took a long swig.

"And just what do you believe her about Jack?"

"Well, she says she's from the future. I believe her," Wills eyes bulged as Jack said this. "Ana Maria," Jack shouted, and waited as Ana came scrambling into the room.

"Yea Cap'n?"

"Bring me Alyth's bag Ana, and be quick." She nodded her assent and took off. After a few minutes she came back, holding the strange bag. "Good, now tell the crew te ready the sails, as soon as Gibbs gets back I wanna go." Jack opened the bag when Ana had left and dumped its contents on the ground, fourteen full cartons fell to the ground, along with a few unopened packs. Clothing fell all over the place, along with her car keys and other odds and ends. "Have ye eva seen any o this stuff before? Ye haven't cause most o it don't exist," Jack said, holding up a pair of Alyth's underwear.

"I suppose so, but come on Jack, the future?"

"Aye mate, it's the only explanation I got. Ye figure somethin else out, ye let me know." Jack took another long swig of rum, then handed Will the bottle, and scrutinized Alyth's underwear closer. He smirked as he finally figured out what it was, then pocketed it. Jack continued sorting through her things until he found a lighter. He had watched her use them many times, but had never actually tried it. After turning it the way Alyth always had it, he put his thumb on the round part, then pulled it down, making a loud 'click' noise and sending up a spark of fire. Jack laughed as Will jumped two feet in the air.

"What in the hell is that?" He asked, watching as Jack lit it again, and held the flame for more then a second.

"Alyth calls it a lighter, she uses it for her cigarettes," Jack explained as if it were a normal, everyday thing.

"For her what?" Jack sighed in exasperation, as if he couldn't believe Will didn't know what a cigarette was, even though a scant week or two ago Jack had no idea either.

"A cigarette, this," he said, pulling out a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth, the way Alyth always did. Jack lit the lighter, brought it to the cigarette, and tried to do what he always saw Alyth do. Apparently it worked because he didn't cough this time, "hhmmm, maybe you have te do it just right," he said, watching the cigarette with a close eye.

"Let me try that," Will said, grabbing for the ciggy.

Jack pulled it out of reach quickly. "Ye wouldn't like it, back off," Jack said as Will kept grabbing for it. "Fine, take it, but I warned ye," Jack said, finally handing him the ciggy.

"What do you do with it?" Will asked, and Jack went through the same process that Alyth had gone through with him. Will slowly brought it to his mouth, sucked it, inhaled it, and then started coughing even worse then Jack had. Jack quickly took the ciggy out of Wills hand, and slapped him on the back, trying and failing to hold back his laughter.

"I told ye, ye wouldn't like it," Jack said, laughing hysterically.

"Jack, Jack, it's the witch, the witch has Alyth," Gibbs said, running into Jacks room. Jack slowly took a drag of the cigarette, then a long swig of the rum, 'I could get used to these cigarettes,' he thought, hoping Gibbs hadn't said that.

"What was that Gibbs?" He asked, taking another drag.

"The witch sir, she's got Alyth," he repeated.

"Shit," Jack whispered, taking the last drag of the cigarette in his hand, then throwing the butt out the port hole.

"Well, now what do we do?" Will asked.

Sorry this chap was kind of off, i didn't look it over before I posted it, and then when I tried to fix it it ended up weird. Oh Well, life will go on. Anyway...
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