THE real chapter 10
"Then they made me their chief." Jack told her making her burst out laughing.
"Oh god, this story's funnier than the last one." She laughed then snorted at the look on his face.
"Truth lu- Sergeant. Pure truth." He said defensively stopping himself before he called her luv. In the past two hours he had been telling her stories of his adventures, his versions, which had loosened her up quite a bit.
"And this is coming from a dishonest man?" She teased with a grin sitting back in the chair.
Jack nodded.
"So now that I've told you a little about me what do you say I learn a little about you." He told her folding his hands and looking at her from across the small table.
"Well what do you want to know?" She asked a little nervous now. She wasn't planning on telling him much. If even the truth.
"Oh just the interesting things." He said noting she was popping her knuckles as if she was nervous.
"Well umm. My life is actually quite normal, save for I'm a medic in the United States Army Rangers." She said not sure of what else to say.
"Well tell me what's so normal about yourself then,"
"I make money, have arguments with my family, hate traffic jams, cant stand Barbara Streisdan, and I'm in love with chocolate okay?" She told him thinking of all the things that qualified her as normal.
"I see," Jack said getting the basic points of her list.
Fi smiled and shook her head; she knew he didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Except the family arguments and chocolate.
"Well then, all this talking has got me thirsty," Jack said looking under the table and pulling out two bottles. "Want one?"
Fi shook her head no and watched with interest as he uncorked the bottle of rum-no doubt of that liquid substance- and down half of it.
"You do realize the consumption of alcohol at which you intake will knock at least six years from your life." She told him a little concerned.
"Live a little," He told her setting down the bottle and rolling the other across the table.
"I'd like to live, preferably longer." She told him rolling it back to him.
Jack smiled and set his feet up on the table.
"So then tell me Sergeant. What exactly is a traffic jam?" He asked a little interested.
"It's when they're too many cars on the road and it goes reeeaaallly slow. Especially in Chicago. Never go there."
Jack nodded. He wouldn't because he wouldn't have a clue how to get there.
"So what is a car?"
Fi rolled her eyes. She should've just said horses just to keep things easy.
"It's the form of transportation we have in my world okay?"
"Mmm hmm."
Fi started to laugh again. He sounded so lost.
"So then Fi-I mean Sergeant. Is there anything you can tell me that wont make twenty other questions pop in my head?"
Fi shook her head with a grin.
"Great," Jack said piddling with the rum bottle. This was going to defiantly be an interesting night.
"Did I ever tell you how I got off the island?" Jack asked after a silent moment.
Fi shook her head and propped her hands on the table knowing another extremely elaborate tale was coming on.
"Well see I was there fore three weeks by myself when I got this idea to make a raft..."
A/N: sorry to end it there but I'm bored. Sorry to all those who like Barbara Strisdand it just came to me. And Thirdly. Sorry I haven't updated in a long time and If theres anyone whose reading this that's read my other POTC I'm doing a little ficlet on Jack after the whole deal. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!
"Then they made me their chief." Jack told her making her burst out laughing.
"Oh god, this story's funnier than the last one." She laughed then snorted at the look on his face.
"Truth lu- Sergeant. Pure truth." He said defensively stopping himself before he called her luv. In the past two hours he had been telling her stories of his adventures, his versions, which had loosened her up quite a bit.
"And this is coming from a dishonest man?" She teased with a grin sitting back in the chair.
Jack nodded.
"So now that I've told you a little about me what do you say I learn a little about you." He told her folding his hands and looking at her from across the small table.
"Well what do you want to know?" She asked a little nervous now. She wasn't planning on telling him much. If even the truth.
"Oh just the interesting things." He said noting she was popping her knuckles as if she was nervous.
"Well umm. My life is actually quite normal, save for I'm a medic in the United States Army Rangers." She said not sure of what else to say.
"Well tell me what's so normal about yourself then,"
"I make money, have arguments with my family, hate traffic jams, cant stand Barbara Streisdan, and I'm in love with chocolate okay?" She told him thinking of all the things that qualified her as normal.
"I see," Jack said getting the basic points of her list.
Fi smiled and shook her head; she knew he didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Except the family arguments and chocolate.
"Well then, all this talking has got me thirsty," Jack said looking under the table and pulling out two bottles. "Want one?"
Fi shook her head no and watched with interest as he uncorked the bottle of rum-no doubt of that liquid substance- and down half of it.
"You do realize the consumption of alcohol at which you intake will knock at least six years from your life." She told him a little concerned.
"Live a little," He told her setting down the bottle and rolling the other across the table.
"I'd like to live, preferably longer." She told him rolling it back to him.
Jack smiled and set his feet up on the table.
"So then tell me Sergeant. What exactly is a traffic jam?" He asked a little interested.
"It's when they're too many cars on the road and it goes reeeaaallly slow. Especially in Chicago. Never go there."
Jack nodded. He wouldn't because he wouldn't have a clue how to get there.
"So what is a car?"
Fi rolled her eyes. She should've just said horses just to keep things easy.
"It's the form of transportation we have in my world okay?"
"Mmm hmm."
Fi started to laugh again. He sounded so lost.
"So then Fi-I mean Sergeant. Is there anything you can tell me that wont make twenty other questions pop in my head?"
Fi shook her head with a grin.
"Great," Jack said piddling with the rum bottle. This was going to defiantly be an interesting night.
"Did I ever tell you how I got off the island?" Jack asked after a silent moment.
Fi shook her head and propped her hands on the table knowing another extremely elaborate tale was coming on.
"Well see I was there fore three weeks by myself when I got this idea to make a raft..."
A/N: sorry to end it there but I'm bored. Sorry to all those who like Barbara Strisdand it just came to me. And Thirdly. Sorry I haven't updated in a long time and If theres anyone whose reading this that's read my other POTC I'm doing a little ficlet on Jack after the whole deal. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!