Ok, so here is the next chappy, millions of quotes and such, and not all from movies songs and such.lol

Chapter fourteen: I would be your slave

"Are you SURE your ok?" I asked Elizabeth for the millionth time. She nodded. I squeezed her hand. "Dont lie to me."

"The tide is high..." She agreed. "But, Im holding on." She squeezed my hand back. I felt a tear drip down my face. She wiped it away. "Do not weep for me, I am happy now. Will and I are trying to have another. If I were you, I would be more concerned about Jack." We both as one looked over to my drunken husband. He was laughing and dancing away to his own drum. Alright...his own orchestra. He had been dead drunk since I had David, he was so happy. When we woke up in the morning he told anyone who would hear it, that he had a son. And then he would drink with them. He would gulp down a muf of rum hulus-bolus(all at once) and then go to the next person. Leaving me, of course with a screaming newborn baby.

"Jack. You need to stop drinking. You threaten your stay in Heaven!" I called out to him. He swaggerd over to me and gave me a big kiss.

"Better to rein in Hell, than serve in Heaven." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Alright, love, no more drinks. I swear!" He thrust his arm out too hard and almost fell, but I caught him, and put him back on balance. "Thanks, love." Thats how drunk he was. He kept calling me love.

"Go to bed Jack." I said, and gave him a gentel push up the stairs. He grumbled a bit but went up.

"Do you think you should help him?" Liz asked as we watched him go.

"Nah. He'll be fine." Thump.

"Ow." We heard him call out from upstairs.

"Ill go help." I said to a laughing Liz. When I got up stairs though, he was passed out on the floor...Two feet by the bed.

"Jack, hon, get up. I cant pick you up, you know. JAAAACCCCKKKK. Get up!" He wouldnt budge. I sighed and threw a blanket on him. I had the bed to myself and decided to let David sleep with me. But I didnt get much sleep, because I was afraid of rolling over on him.

When I finally fell asleep, just before dawn, I was woken up.

"Damn woman!" Jack yelled from the floor.

"What did I do?" I asked sleepily.

"You let me sleep on the floor!" He hollerd. He woke up Davidwh who started to wail.

"Nice going, you lush. You woke him up. Its your fault you slept on the floor. You passed out, and I couldnt lift you up the bed." He staggerd up and sat back down almost instantly.

"Why did I drink so much?" He groaned.

"Because your a pirate, a drunk, and a father."

"And a husband. That alone can send me off the deep end." I threw a pillow at him. "Hey! I have a bloody headache, woman." He said, wincing at his own voice.

"Your fault." I said loudly. David let out a cute little giggle.

"Your turning me boy againts me." He mock growled.

"Yes, of course. I know! Lets go sailing!" I said all of a sudden. Jack looked at me like I was insane. "We havent been out in forever. And I would love to take David out on his first adventure. Lets go to Nassau Port, or something. Maybe even Tourtuga?" Jack groaned again.

"Tomorrow." He fell onto the bed. I was about to say something else when I herd a soft snore.

"Fine husband you are." I snorted. I looked over at David who was watching his father. He had a look on his face that said, "That cant be my dad." I picked him up and went downstairs.

"I herd some yelling, is everthing alright?" Will asked as I went into the dinning room.

"Yeah. Jack was just being himself when he comes off of drinking."

"Well, we all know how that can be." I laughed along with him. "What are you going to get him for Christmas?" He asked. "Its coming up you know." I thought for a moment.

"Yeah. I know. Maybe a bottle of rum or something." I shrugged.Will smiled and left to wake up Liz.

"Bonnie!" I heard Jack call from upstairs. I put David in his highchair and let him try to eat food. "Youll be fine for a minute." I said to him and ran up the stairs.

"What?" I asked out of breath by the time I ran into the room.

"Where are my knickers?" He asked, digging through our things.

"Kickers? You called me up here for your knickers?" I rummaged in the trunk by our bed and pulled out some.

"Ah. There they are." He said. I realized he had been kidding.

"Why did you call me up here?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Because." He took a step towards me. I took one back.

"Im not going to hurt ya or nothin." He said irriatated. I stopped, and he swept me up in his arms. "I have a suggestion."

"What...?" I drawled.

"How would you like to go to...England for a bit?" I gasped.

"England! Are you bloody kidding? Id love to! When? How long? Is Will and Elizabeth coming?" I fired at him. "Can you even step foot in England without getting arrested?"

" Yes, England. No. Great. Tomorrow. A month. Yes. I dont know." He said to all of my questions.

"Im not going to England if you will hanged as soon as we're in London!" I protested. He sighed.

"Im not gunna get hanged. Im Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" I swatted at him.

"Well, you may be Jack Sparrow," "Captain," He cut me off. I chose to ignore it. "But, you are human. So, one of these days, like the rest of us, you are going to die. You are not, however, going to die in London while I still have a breath in my body." I said ferverantly. He cocked his head to the side, and set me back down.

"Yeah." He gave me a big kiss, then asked, "Where is David?"

"OH, downstairs." He grunted.

"Well, then, young missy. Pack your things. We are heading out."