A/N: Ok, thanks to those who responded to my email. It was really a big help. I'm also sorry to say that also this chapter will be a semi-pitstop. Not very many ideas floating around and I really want to move forward. Also this chapter is going to be funny (I hope) sort of because my last few were a bit hectic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: See other chapters because I'm too damn lazy!

Chapter 13: A Stupid Bottle of Rum

Jack's POV:

It didn't take long for the storm to arrive. I watched from the helm as Gibbs ran around barking orders, making sure everyone was doing something.

The sky began to change from grey to black as the rain clouds began to form. The wind begins to howl as the rain starts to fall.

"Blimey!" I shouted as a clap of thunder rumbled, making me jump out of my skin.

I tightened my grip on the rudder. The waves that suddenly began to bob the ship up and down more fiercely made it a bit difficult to steer.

"This is not looking good, Jack." A drenched Gibbs said. He had to yell to be heard over the howling wind and claps on thunder. He held on tightly to the banister of the stairs for dear life.

"She can hold!" I yelled stubbornly, "We can't afford to stop, we might lose them!"

Gibbs rolled his eyes, "Ye don't even know if they went this way!"

"It's a chance!" I shouted back. I was willing to take any chance possible.

"MR. GIBBS!"

Will was trying to tie one of the sails down but the wind was too strong and he was getting tossed about from the water that was flying into the ship's deck. Gibbs ran down the steps, tripping on the wet wood before reaching Will. Together, they tied the rope. It took a minute or two but they got it.

Hours later, I was very cold and completely drenched. The water continued to fly in from all angles as the rain kept on falling and the thunder kept rumbling.

I let go of the rudder for a second and began to rub my hands vigorously together to create warmth. I cupped my hands and exhaled in them.

"Jack."

I turned around and there was Gibbs with a bottle of rum in his hand. I smiled as I took it.

"Ah, just what ole Jack needs." I said

I pulled the cork out and took a big swig as Gibbs headed back down to the main deck. Quickly the burning feeling brewed in my throat and a comforting warmness filled my stomach and traveled through the rest of me. I sighed in satisfaction.

I looked up at the sky and began to think out loud.

"Hmm, maybe we should…" I was cut off as the ship suddenly bounced up from the continuance fierce waves. I felt my bottle of rum fly out of my slippery wet hand. It flew towards the railing, about to go over the side.

"NO YOU DON"T!" I took off in a run and leaped at it in the last second. It seemed important at the time.

The bottle flew over the side. A bit of bad news but the bad news got worse as I flew overboard as well. I caught the bottle in mid air before it could hit the water. Quickly I turned around and grabbed a hold of the railing before I could be sent to Davy Jones Locker.

"Jack! You idiot!" A hand grabbed hold of my wrist and struggled to pull me up. It was Will.

"Is a stupid bottle of rum really that important to you?" he asked in annoyance.

Before I could answer, the ship tilted to the left sending me over the side and back on the ship. I collided into Will and we both toppled to the floor.

I sat up with my bottle (clutched tighter than before) and pushed Will away as I stood up. My captain's hat lay by the railing and I walked over and grabbed it. I took another swig of rum as I put my hat back on.

As quickly as it started, the wind began to slow down and the rain began to decrease. The unpredictability of storms was a huge bother.

"Really Jack, you ought to…" Will started.

"Tend to the sails, Will," I ordered. He narrowed his eyes before standing up. On his way down the steps, he mumbled something about rum and stupidity. I shook my head.

"ANAMARIA!" I called.

"Aye, Jack, what is it?" She said about halfway up the stairs. Her hair was wet and flung all over the place. Her shirt collar slightly hung off her shoulder.

"Take over for a few minutes."

"Aye." She took her place at the rudder as I descended the steps and disappeared into the cabin.

Lia's POV:

"SHIT!"

I screamed as I was flung from one side of my cell to another like a rag doll. I sucked in a breath and clutched my arm as I slammed into the cell door, pushing all my weight on my arm.

I could hear the men shouting above as they manned the sails and so on. Water was pouring in from the hole on the wall. There must have been more holes in the brig then I thought because I quickly noticed that water was pouring in from various holes around the brig.

"Ohh great." I said sardonically.

Before I could think anymore, the ship bucked, causing me to fly back and slam my head against the wall. Everything became hazy and I leaned against the wall for support. I began to feel myself slowly sink to the floor, sinking slowly into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, the ship was reduced back to its usual gentle rocking. The sound of thunder was gone and all I heard was the soft tapping of light rain pouring. About two feet of seawater was swaying around the floor.

"Goddamn storm!" I cried as I kicked up water. I lost my footing suddenly and fell back on the floor, in the freezing ocean water.

"Argh!" I threw up my hands causing water to fly everywhere.

I slowly sat up and peeked out of the hole in my cell wall. It was nighttime again.

The intense exhaustion that seemed to overpower me combined with a bump on the head must have left me knocked out for a lot longer than imagined.

I also noticed that we weren't moving. I figured the ship probably stopped to repair damages or to take a breather from the chaos of the storm.

The more I thought, the more I began to realize. A feeling of audacity coursed through my veins.

"Its here." I said, referring to the moment. Quickly I jammed my hand into my pocket and pulled out my penknife. I walked to the cell door to finish what I had started.

I reached my hand through the cell door and wedged the penknife into the lock. I fiddled with the penknife for a few minutes, moving it around inside the lock.

"C'mon!" I urged.

The penknife stopped moving and became stuck. I started to pull it firmly to one side.

Still it didn't move.

After one last tug, I heard a click and the door opened. I let go of the penknife that was still in the lock and walked out of the cell.

A/N: Ha! Lia finally makes her move! Well once again I'm sorry if this chapter was a bit silly but I really couldn't think of anything eventful to happen. I swear this will be the last time this happens and I hope you enjoyed this one.