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Chapter 4

Jack had long since left his cabin. Jack had long since left to my thoughts. Outside, I was dead to the world, a drooling corpse, but inside my head was screaming. If I wasn't in such a daze, I could have sworn my thoughts would be echoing within the room.

"Sparrow and me?" my mind yelled. "THANK YOU GOD!" I finally voiced after a long demented silence. Throwing my arms up in the air, like a senile grandpa running the streets naked, I spun in circles. Soon came a quiet thud on the door, stopping my idiotic dance. I looked to the door finding Mr. Cotton staring at me half in confusion and half in mild fascination.

"Mr. Cotton! Quit staring!" I yelled, "Weirdo...". Mr. Cotton, quite embarrassed, held out a tray of food and drink.

"Take the rum, raah. Take the rum,"Mr. Cotton's parrot squawked.

"Rum?"I thought as I looked at the tray, and sure enough there was the rum. A wry smile played across my mouth. I've... never had rum before. I took the tray, give thanks, and say farewell to Mr. Cotton and his parrot.

Suddenly I became aware of the fact that... well... the tray was LOADED!

"Geez... I can't eat all this," I thought glumly as I sat at the table. As soon as I had sat, I ravenously devoured the food.

"Heh, heh, heh. Now, time for rum!" I said mischievously as I reached for the bottle with twitching fingers. Suddenly my fingers clasped around the body of the bottle, quite cool and quite tempting. I've never had alcohol before; I am underage.

"One small sip won't hurt," I said looking around the room nervously as if expecting my mother to come through the door at any moment. "She'll never know," I said bringing the bottle to my mouth.

It was like a fire streaming down my throat as I drank the rum. It was tart, bitter, yet addicting. One small, marless sip in turn became another, and another, and another until only a small drop of the red toxin was left; and soon that too had slipped past my mouth and down my throat.

"Whoo!" I cried tilting back on my chair.

"Rum... is good!" I began to laugh for no apparent reason. "I drank the rum! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" I laughed teasingly. I brought the bottle back to my mouth, tilted it back and waited for the drink to pour into my mouth. No rum came. Confused I looked into the bottle and found there was nothing left, much to my disappointment.

"Me want some more rum," I pouted, cradling the empty bottle. I was silent as I slowly slipped into a dream-like state.

"Rum, rum. Me want me rum. Rum, rum. Me want me rum," I chanted. Suddenly before your eyes appeared... THE BIGGEST BOTTLE OF RUM I'VE EVER SEEN! And it waws all mine. With the speed of a God I rant to the rum. "Oh dear, sweet rum. Why'd ya leave me?" I asked as I hugged my rum bottle.

Silence. "Oh, it doestn't matter. You're here now!"

"What the HELL are you doin'?" screamed a voice.

"I'm hugging me rum! What's it to you?" I hissed as I serached my surroundings for the owner of the voice.

"That isn't your bloody rum!" the voice cried once again.

"YES IT IS! I saw it first! It's mine!" I yelled hugging my rum with an even tighter embrace.

"It's my own... my PRECIOUS!"

"For God's sake lass! Wake up!" the voice yelled.

"Huh?" I said opening my eyes to find myself in my usual Jack Sparrow Cabin-ish surroundings with Jack himself in the doorway.

"But?... Me rum?" I thought turning to look to the doorway what you were actually still embracing. Slowly my eyes look to what I hugged finding much to your horror that it was... MR. COTTON! (Dun, dun, dun!).

"Aaaaaahh!" I screamed leaping back about 6 feet. "Mr. Cotton! You PERVERT!" I screamed.

Mr. Cotton looked to Jack and shrugged. Jack sighed and walked to you. As he walked his foot hit a glass bottle. Looking down he saw a rum bottle.

"A ha! Found the culprit of your demented view of the reality lass!" He said picking it up.

"You really shouldn't have drank this lass," he said as he walked closer to me. Turning he said, "And yu, Mr. Cotton, shoulod not have given such a young girl such a drink." Mr. Cotton bowned his head in ways of showing his apologies.

"You may go," Jack said, waving his hand to shoo the senior pirate out.

"Now, now, " he sighed turning back to you, "See what trouble this drink can cause?" Jack smiled mockingly. Getting a bit frustrated, I defended myself.

"It was only one small sip! No harm done!" I cried.

"If you wish to call that a sip, I hate to see what you would refer a gulp to," Jack laughed.

"Shut up, Jack!" I yelled, teasingly slapping him on his arm. Suddenly I became aware that I was getting rather sleepy, and Jack's rambling wasn't helping me stay awake.

Slowly my eyelids closed with the heaviness of sleep. Jack's voice was becoming fainter and farther. With a soft plop I fell into Jack's bed and surrendered my body to sleep and dreams.

There was me and Jack all of a sudden side by side... hand in hand. This dream, I thought, is surely telling me of what is to come. It was an endless date of me and Jack, endless it seemed, but endless it was not. The dreams soon began to fade as I slowly slipped back into reality.

Reality... is so cruel.

My eyes fluttered twice and shut quickly. I was afraid to look. Let my reality be not real. Gathering my courage I open my eyes to find...

"No!" I yelled as I stared within my room.

End Chapter 4

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