Sorry.

Erk… Sorry. But, good news, the trimester ended! I'll have easy classes! YAY! I've had this finished for a week, but the day I got to post it, the site is down. Damn, right? And then, last Wednesday I come over to my dad's house again to post the chapter, and GRR! The power surge that happened on the island broke our phone thingie outside, preventing us from getting online. It was all fixed by Friday, but my father took over the computer and I let him because he was going through withdrawal, and all I've been able to do up until now is check my email.

Sorry.

I got my Chemistry finals back on Wednesday! This is the one test I was sure I was going to fail, and I passed with a 94! Woot! That is the highlight of my week. On Thanksgiving Day I stayed home alone while my family went out to dinner… Boohoo! No, it was actually great, all except for the fact that my dad decided to defrag the computer during that time.

Sorry… Again.

Disclaimer: If I don't receive ownership of POTC soon, I will start singing in front of Walt Disney Studios… Not just any song… Ahem. "I know a song that gets on EVERBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! Oh, I know a song that gets on EVERYBODY'S NERVES, and this is how it goes!! (Wash, rinse, repeat, etc…)

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Chapter 11: Why?

Jack looked over at the unconscious Ana Maria, thanking the lord for her non-existent tolerance for rum.

Jack stepped outside his room and searched for a few crewmembers. He spotted Gibbs and Cookie, the world's worst cook, playing cards in the kitchen.

"Havin' trouble sleepin', Jack?" Cookie asked. "But then again, I would too if I was sharin' a room with a mentally disturbed young woman who was obsessed with me." He added with a chuckle.

Jack ignored the snide remark. "Could either of ye gather some of me crew to clean out the storage room for Blair?"

"I suppose I could…" Gibbs trailed off and looked at Jack suspiciously. "Ye don' fancy the lass, now do ye?"

"Don' be ridiculous, man." Jack said. "Tell whoever ye get to do the job to make it fit fer a lady, aye?"

Gibbs eyed Jack skeptically. "Aye."

Jack walked out of the kitchen. Before he could get out of hearing though, he heard Cookie say, "I'll be winning this here bet any day now…"

Jack brushed off the comment and walked upstairs to the deck. He looked around, and finally found Blair struggling with something at her leg.

Blair had been trying to remove the bandage around her thigh for the last ten minutes. She was one of those people that always seemed to have the urge to pick at a wound, scabs in particular. The blood had crusted so roughly that she was afraid to open up the bandage in fear of the wound opening again without another bandage handy, hence the slow pace.

Blair jumped at the sound of someone walking up behind her loudly. She found that Jack was staring at her sympathetically while giving her the impression that he wanted to break out laughing.

"Would ye mind terribly if I helped you, luv?" He asked getting down on his knees to help her.

Blair was about to reply 'yes' with all of the enthusiasm she possessed, until she remembered Ana Maria. "I think I can manage, Captain Sparrow."

"It's Jack, luv." He replied, smiling at his obviously wonderful flirtation skills.

"All the same, dearest brother." She replied.

Jack winced at her mention of his lie. "Ye won' be able to get it off by yourself, Blair." He grabbed her leg without letting her protest further and examined the predicament she'd gotten herself in. Jack examined the further damage she'd brought upon herself in her desperate attempt to yank the bandage off. He shook his head and stood. "Come with me." He pulled her up to her feet despite the chronic pouting.

Blair limped downstairs with Jack leading her to a foreign room in the back of the ship. He opened the door and she sees that it is not the most hygienic place one would want to be. The room itself wasn't much larger than a medium sized walk-in closet. In it was a counter, shelving unit, along with what would be a bench if it were a bit lower to the ground.

Jack sat her at the oversized bench and leaned back against a counter to determine the less painful way of taking the bandage off. He sighed and took a step closer. "This'll hurt a bit, luv." He warned. Blair gritted her teeth as he prepared to wrench off the bloody bandage. In one quick tug, he pulled it off.

Jack looked up and smiled lightly. "You alrigh'?"

"That didn't hurt one bit." Blair said while her eyes watered making her vision blur. She wiped it away and looked up. Jack smiled and she cursed her stomach for fluttering.

Jack expertly cleaned her lower thigh of the crusted blood. She looked down and was amazed by how small the wound actually was.

As Jack finished wrapping the bandage, he looked at her. He looked as if he was trying to prepare himself for a speech. Before he could get a word in edge-wise, Gibbs barged in.

"The room is prepared, Cap'n!" He said. He paused and looked at the scene that was taking place. Jack's hand was on Blair's waist, and they were behind closed doors… Blair made a face as she guessed what the man was thinking.

"Well, Blair." Jack said, attempting a NFL-worthy save. "Seeing as how the wound is healing quite nicely, you won't need another bandage for maybe 3 days."

Blair nodded and stood up from the bench. Jack pushed past Gibbs, and she followed. "I've had the room cleaned up for ye-." Gibbs said.

Something in Blair's mind clicked. "Hold up a second… The storage room?"

Jack stood straighter and awaited his complement and gratitude coming from her. "That place is rank! It's hardly fit for any inhabitant! Dou you expect me-."

Jack put his hand over her mouth. "Aye. It was inhabitable, and now it is quite fit for a lady, right Gibbs?"

Gibbs nodded vigorously and walked off.

"It's your room now Blair." He opened the door and Blair stifled a gasp at the transformation that had taken place. The mops, buckets, and goo was all cleaned up. There was a beautifully made up bed and a lamp in its place. It looked as if could have never been a storage room.

Jack peered in and seemed to be equally as surprised. His mouth was open slightly and Blair swore a fly flew in and out. She poked him to pull him out of his reverie, and he looked into her eyes.

"Look… I've been meaning to tell ye something… Let's sit down, shall we?" Jack said, trying to regulate his breathing. He sat on the bed and Blair followed suit. "It's about Ana Maria…" Jack carried on to tell her the story of Ana Maria's amnesia and newly found insanity and obsession.

"If she doesn't get her way, she has these fits… She will become rather rash and violent." He said, attempting to conclude his story without grimacing.

"So you're saying, that she has the tendency to become completely psychotic?" Blair asked, becoming worried for her and Jack's well being.

"Potentially, yes." He replies. He put his arm around her and her heart beat faster. "But I promise to do anything to keep you safe…"

Blair smiled lightly and Jack leaned in closer. "You know…" He said. "I've been meaning to tell you something…"

"JAA-AACK!!!" Came a shrill, and rather drunk voice from across the hall.

Jack looked at Blair with regret and hurried out the door muttering, "Sorry."

'Damn it!' She cursed in her head, throwing herself down on the bed.

.x.X.x. ELIZABETH'S POV .x.X.x. (A/N I really am sorry!)

Elizabeth and Will were sitting in Will's quarters on his ship, The Blacksmith.

"I want you to explain to me why you are not out exploiting your work, and why you have taken over Commodore Norrington's ship." Elizabeth demanded.

"Well," Will replied while rubbing the back of his neck. "It's quite a long story-."

"I could care less, Will! Tell me everything!" she demanded, standing up to put on an intimidating composure.

"Okay… Just let me think of where to start…" Will started. He put up on finger. "First, you supported me that day we stood up to your father and Norrington." Elizabeth sat down. "Since you seemed to support the whole idea of piracy, I thought you wouldn't mind if I took up a nonrefundable job."

"Where is this leading to?" She asked.

Will itched his right arm. "Please understand I thought you were okay with this. I felt awful when you had started to talk of pirates as if they were the most vile things on the face of the earth…"

"You didn't…"

"I have not been out because of my blacksmith work. I was going to turn back and come home, I swear I was, but I caught up with the East India Trading Company…"

Before Will could continue, Elizabeth grabbed his arm and pulled up his sleeve. She found a burn-mark in the shape of a letter p on his arm. "Oh, Will…" She put her head in her hands. "How-."

"I had to tell you that I was touring with my swords and swordsmanship, so as not to break your heart, and I just kept lying so you wouldn't find out… I'm so sorry, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth didn't want to hear any of this. She didn't want to believe that her love was now near the top of the list of Norrington's people to hang at the Gallows.

"This is awful, Will. You should have told me at the very least."

"I know. I am terribly sorry. Will you ever forgive me?"

Elizabeth hesitated. "You realize you'll have to make it up to me." She said.

"Anything, my love." He replied, taking hold of her hand. "When you think of something, let me know. I have all the time in the-."

"My cousin has been kidnapped by our pirate friend, Jack Sparrow." She said.

Will cocked his head in confusion. "You have a cousin?"

"Yes, but that's beside the point." Elizabeth answered, waving her hand around as if to swat a fly. "Jack has taken her against her will, and Norrington, the man she supposedly agreed to wed-."

"She couldn't have actually accepted a proposal from that creep on her own will." He retorted in a factual manner.

"Yes, well I happen to agree with you on that… But what about her going with Jack?" Elizabeth asked. She told him about the letter written to the Commodore, including the lovely name of 'Wig-head'.

"Sounds like Jack…" Will muttered. He sighed. "I guess I could try to help her, but only because you asked me to."

Elizabeth smiled at Will and kissed him on the cheek. "Knew you'd agree."

.x.X.x. BLAIR'S POV .x.X.x.

After a long night of dreaming of a certain dreamy pirate captain, Blair awoke feeling quite refreshed. She smiled to herself, thinking, 'He almost kissed me…'

Blair rose from the bed and got dressed in her little, little red dress, taking extra time to fix her hair. Now that she had near proof that Jack liked her, she figured she wanted to look good for him.

Blair walked out of her room and through the door that led to the deck. She took a deep breath and waved when she saw Jack and Ana. Blair walked slowly over and took Ana Maria's arm. 'Might as well go along with this for now…'. "Good morning, Ana."

She looked away from Jack and smiled back at her. "Beautiful morning." She replied.

Jack looked down at Blair and said, "Very."

Blair blushed a light pink and looked away so as not to provoke Ana Maria. The day seemed quite nice, with the breeze flowing through her hair. Jack elbowed Blair in a good mannered sort of way and pointed towards the land mass that was quickly approaching. "We'll be getting off at the next town to pick up some food supplies and work clothes for ye, sis." Blair nearly cringed at the word, but she hid it with a smile. "After all," He continued, "You keep attracting too much attention and I need my crew to be on their full guard."

Blair looked around feeling utterly self-conscious and saw that a dog with 3 heads would have attracted less attention than she. "Great." She said uncomfortably. Jack laughed. "Which town would that be?"

"Port Locke!" Ana Maria replied.

"Oh." Blair couldn't think of anything clever to add to that, so she said, "How nice."

"I'll say!! The best markets are to be found there! We're going to have so much fun getting to know one another!" Ana said jovially. "This'll be a great time for you and me to bond, I mean, after all, we're to be sister in laws, aye?"

"Right." Blair replied. 'Great… More time with Ana…' Blair inwardly shuddered at the thought.

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Heh. I finished. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Again, sorry. It's an awful habit to have to break, and I'm SORRY! I totally meant to update soon. But here's the good news: I only have 3 days of school next week, allowing me to update next weekend for SURE! If I miss updating a week from today, I will die a horrible, painful death. That a good enough promise?

I usually don't do questions for the reviewers anymore for this story, but because I really messed up, here it goes:

QUESTION FOR REVIEWERS: What is your favorite flavor jellybean?

By the way, in accordance with the above question, jelly belly jellybeans have many flavors, so don't say this is a hard question.

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