*** Hi! Don't worry, I didn't forget about you guys! I just was busy for a few days, and didn't have time to type. So anyways, here's the next chappie! Enjoy! ***
"For the last time, I want more rum!" Jack slammed him mug down onto the table.
The cook, Lauren, gave him a reproachful look. "It's against rules on this ship ta have more than one glass of any alcoholic drink."
"Well, that's not fair." Jack sulked.
"Life is never fair." Roseline remarked.
"Trust us." Jesabel added.
Robyn and Caitlin suddenly smiled.
"We got some stashed in the back, don't we, Lor?" Robyn asked.
"Don't call me that!" Lauren snapped. "And yea, ye two got some kegs."
The girls stood and ran to the back. They reappeared a few minutes later, both holding a small barrel of rum.
"There ye go, Cap'n!" Caitlin grinned and refilled Jack's mug.
"Thank ye." Jack raised his cup to his lips and drank.
"Anybody else want some?" Robyn asked.
All the women slid their cups down to the end where Caitlin and Robyn waited. All the women except for Jesabel, that is.
"Don't ye want some Jes?" Lauren questioned.
"No. I've never been drunk, and don't ever want to be." Jesabel replied, crossing her arms.
"Oh, come on!" Caitlin stated. "It's only one more!"
"Aye, it's one more now. But one more turns inta two more, an two more turns inta three more, an before ye know it, it's mornin'. Yer somewhere ye don't remember goin' to, an ye got a splittin' 'eadache. Soon yer throwin' up." Jesabel crossed her arms as the galley got deathly quiet.
"Yer no fun." Robyn gave her a look.
Jesabel didn't reply, she just went above deck. "Ye just wait!" she called down the stairs. "I'll be right!"
There was a pause. Jack decided to break the silence.
"Do any of ye know any good drinkin' songs?" Jack held his mug out to Caitlin for another refill.
Caitlin filled it and furrowed her brow. "We know one. But I don't remember how it starts."
"I do!" Robyn cried. She jumped on top of a table and began singing.
"We village, we plunder, we riffle, we loot,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!"
Robyn jumped down off the table as Caitlin jumped on.
"I remember now!" Caitlin told them. She grinned as she sang the next verse.
"We extort, we pilfer, we flinch and sack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
We maraud and embezzle, we even high-jack,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!"
"My turn!" Lauren called, climbing onto the table. Caitlin nodded, but didn't get off. Lauren burst into the next part.
"We kindle and char, enflame and ignite,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!"
By now, others had joined in. The raised their mugs in a toast as they chorused the rest of the song.
"We're rascals scoundrels, villains and knaves,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
We're devils, black sheep, and really bad eggs,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!
We're beggars, blighters, ne'er-do-well cad,
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads!
Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!"
Jack watched, completely stunned by the women. They didn't seem like the type who could have fun. But here they were, drinking and laughing. He suddenly had the feeling he had done something to them, changed them, or just loosened them up.
"I've never heard that song before." Jack stated. "I like it."
Robyn laughed. "Remind us to teach it to ye sometime!" she filled his mug, then her own.
"How many drinks 'ave ye had?" he asked.
"This is me fifth." Robyn told him.
Jack tried to take the mug away from her. "That's enough for ye." He said.
Robyn got angry. "I can 'ave as many as I want!" she shouted, throwing her chair in his direction.
Jack fled onto the deck. What had he done? He has just wanted another drink!
"I told ye." Jack whirled. Jesabel was standing behind him. "I told ye all."
"Aye. An we shoulda listened." Jack replied sadly.
"So what do we do now?" Jesabel wondered.
"We wait." Jack murmured. "That's all we can do."
He knew know. He hadn't done anything to the women. It was the alcohol. Jack could go much longer before being like they were now, but he'd had more experience. Laying down on the deck, he looked at the stars and thought about what to do when they were all unconscious. 'Bring them above deck.' He told himself. 'The sea air will be good for them.' Yes, that's what he'd do. He'd bring them up here, throw water on them, do anything to wake them up. Then, suddenly, another thought came to him. What would the captain do when she found out?
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Cari awoke in the middle of the night. She sniffed the air. It smelled. . . like a bar. Fear rose in her chest. She was afraid for a moment it was that night again. But it wasn't. Cari slid out of bed and went to her door. Opening it, she saw one of her worst fears alive. Her crew lay about the deck, some unconscious, some moaning in pain. All were drunk.
"SPARROW!!!" Cari thundered.
Jack, who was halfway up the stairs to the galley, froze.
Cari stormed out of her cabin and went over to him. If looks could kill, Jack would have been dead and buried.
Jack gave a nervous smile. "Heh heh. . ." he trailed off as Cari began to growl. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
Cari nodded. "Oh yeah." She assured him. "Big trouble."
"Captain." There was someone behind Sparrow. It was Jesabel. "It really wasn't his fault."
"Really?" Cari asked sarcastically. "Yer drunk, what would ye know?"
"No I'm not." Jesabel said.
Cari could see it was true. Jesabel wasn't slurring her speech or swaying. She was sober.
"Sorry." Cari turned her attention to Jack, who was trying to sneak away. "Ye are goin' ta pay, come mornin'!"
"I-" He stopped. Cari was giving him a MAJOR death glare. "Yes, Captain." He sighed.
"Now, ye are goin' ta tell me what ye did." Cari grabbed his arm and pulled him away, over by the side of the deck.
Jesabel watched the captain lead him away, and chuckled. Jack wouldn't know what had hit him when Cari was done with him. She heard a moan from nearby. Sara was waking up. Jesabel picked her way through the sleeping forms of the rest of the crew to get to her friend.
"Sara." Jesabel whispered, kneeling down next to the woman.
"Jessie?" Sara raised her head and rubbed her eyes. "Oh, Jes-" she stopped suddenly, and gagged.
Jesabel jumped back as Sara threw up.
"Why didn't I listen to ye?" Sara whimpered, trying to get up.
"Here." Jesabel lifted her to her feet and put Sara's arm around her shoulders. "I've got ye."
"Oh. . ." Sara moaned. "Me 'ead. . . and-" she doubled over and threw up again.
Jesabel helped her friend walk over to the edge. "Ye'll be okay in the mornin'."
"It doesn't feel like it." Sara muttered.
Jesabel smiled. "Of course not. Ye were drunk."
"I was stupid." Sara spat, then gagged. She leaned over the edge and threw up once more.
"Can ye stand by yerself?" Jesabel asked her when Sara had finished. She nodded. "Good. I'm gonna help the others." Jesabel patted the woman's shoulder before walking away to help Roseline.
"Yer an angel, Jessie!" Sara shouted.
Jesabel turned around, grinning. "No, Sara, I'm far from one. But thanks."
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By afternoon the next day, all the women were awake, and most just had headaches. They still lay about the deck. Some were asleep. Jesabel was back up in the crow's nest, doing her job. Cari was walking around the deck, checking on her crew. And Jack was doing his punishment, which was swabbing the deck.
"Havin' fun, Mr. Sparrow?" Cari called, with earned groans from her crew.
"Don't be so loud!" Tari grumbled.
"It's Captain Sparrow!" Jack yelled back. "And yeah, I'm havin' loads of fun!"
"Stop screamin'!" Roseline cried.
"Oh, good. Since yer enjoyin' it so much, ye can clean the galley too!" Cari replied. Jack just stared in disbelief at her. She grinned wickedly. "Back ta work!" she said, waving at him.
"Evil wench. . ." Jack muttered as he returned to his chore.