Chapter Six: The Drunken State
"Wha' if we keep one ship?"
"Wha' the hell ye talkin' 'bout, Sparrow?"
"We're both Captain's, aye?"
"Aye." Captain Sparrow and Sage are both in the Captain's cabin, Sage lying on her front on the bed, her back still sore from her lashes, and Captain Sparrow sitting on a stool, a bottle of rum in his hand.
"Well, if we make it to the Isla de Cantar, an' ge' the famous riches there, as told by the Map of Hoards, then we'll make a pretty good team," bargains Captain Sparrow.
"I think ye're drunk," Sage offers.
"Nah, no. If we ge' the treasure, then we'll 'ave ter be partners, we'll stay on one ship, the makin's of our very own fleet, we'll ge' a Captain fer the other and rule the ocean, Sparrow and Sage."
"I think ye're drunk. An' if ye're not, then are ye really prepared to give up ye Pearl?" The Captain looks at her quizzically.
"No."
"Well it'll take a lo' fer me to leave the Bell," she says.
"Hmm. If I were on a ship wi' ye, I might give up me Pearl."
"I think ye're drunk," Sage says again, rolling over slightly to look at him.
"No. For ye, I would leave the Pearl in the capable 'ands of Gibbs, an' we'd sail the seas together, aye?" Sage laughs.
"Aye." She rises and takes a bottle of rum for herself. "We'll sail the seas together." She raises a toast to Captain Sparrow and drinks.
Sage, always able to hold her liquor well, sits on the edge of the bed. Captain Sparrow, still sits on the stool.
"Come sit on me lap, love," he offers. Sage raises an eyebrow at him as he pats his knee. Hell, I'll humor him while he's drunk. She sits on his lap, one arm round his neck and one holding a bottle. Captain Sparrow however, was not drunk, just able to hold his liquor well, and was trying to see how far he could get. "Would ye leave the Bell fer me?"
"No. But lets 'ave another drink Captain, aye?" Captain Sparrow smiles as she hands him another bottle of rum, dropping the old, empty one to the floor.
"An', it's enough of the Captain thing, we're both Captains, and if I don' call ye Captain ye shouldn' call me Captain. I am Jack, love. Jack, Jack Sparrow, of the Pearl, the Black Pearl," he raises his bottle in toast.
"Ye're absolutely right, ye are Jack."
"An' ye are Sagie, Captain, Sage," he takes a swig from his bottle, puts it safely down on the floor and rests his hand on Sage's knee, she glances down at it. Aye, he can jus' about get away wi' that. She puts her hand on top of his.
"And we'll sail the seven seas, Jack Sparrow, all seven of them," she says, a little drunk.
"Aye, love, seven," he replies, picking up his bottle and putting it to her mouth and tipping it back. After she swallows he takes it away a little quickly, rum dribbling down her chin, she laughs, Jack puts a finger up to stop the rum falling onto her shirt and moves it up to her mouth. She licks the finger, and a sober state flashes across both their eyes.
Sage moves her head towards Jack's, leaning slightly to the right. Jack, in turn, also leans to the right, supporting Sage's lower back, as not to touch her now healing wounds. Their lips touch, then open, Jack sliding his tongue over Sage's he brings his other hand up to her cheek, Sage's other hand runs through his hair. She breaks from the kiss, Jack still holding her face.
"Jack, Jack." He puts a finger over her lips as she opens her eyes.
"Shh." He leans back in for the kiss, his tongue stroking Sage's, and the roof of her mouth. She can feel him getting more and more aroused beneath her.
"Jack."
"Aye?"
"Jack."
