The insane one is back! Hello, me hearties! I have a really long break from school right now because I got my Math done early :super happy dance: I want to thank 'Somebody obsessed with Jack' for their loverly review I got to read this morning...RUM TO YOU!

Alright, the beginning of this chappie is a little awkward for me to post...and I'm just telling you ahead of time...THERE IS AT LEAST A FOOT OR MORE BETWEEN THE PILLOWS AND MEG! Ok, that's done...read on...

Disclaimer: The Singing Dancing Mouse with his own amusment park owns all...except me! Haha:runs away:

Early the next morning, a beam of sunlight crept through the window and over Meg's face. She sleepily opened one eye, then the other and woke up. She did not move, however. She seemed frozen to the spot. She thought of what she might look like from another person's point of view. She was on her side; there was nothing unusual about that. But it was the other things. She moved her foot in the slightest and noticed that it seemed to be pinned down. Not hard, but still pinned. She looked down. It seemed that Jack's foot and wrapped around her own. His hand was resting on her shoulder, lightly. Meg turned her head in the slightest and saw that Jack had wrapped himself around the pillows in the middle, facing her. He was still asleep, snoring slightly. Meg looked and their positions again and tried to get up. She slowly moved her foot, managing to wrench it away from Jack's. Then she tried to slip out of his grasp but Jack only uttered a low growl, gripped tighter and scowled in his sleep. Meg wracked her brain for something else she could do to make him move. But there was nothing, except wait. She knew that Jack probably hadn't slept very well the last few days. Meg rolled over on her stomach. Jack's arm now stretched over her back. The pillows were still in the way, however. Meg looked at Jack and watched him sleep. He seemed so peaceful that way. During the day he was always thinking, plotting. Meg knew that he was definitely not innocent in any way whatsoever. Jack groaned and held onto Meg tighter. His foot found hers once more. Meg shut her eyes for a moment, waiting. Jack's breathing was steady again. She listened to it…his breath was slow, sometimes sounding like a purr, almost. Meg turned her head the other way, away from Jack. She was almost back asleep when she heard a draft moving paper somewhere. She opened her eyes and looked around on the floor the best she could. There, under her hammock, was the journal.

"Oh, no…" Meg whispered. Jack had read it, hadn't he? "This is why he's being so nice. He feels sorry for me." She thought. Meg turned her head back and stared at Jack's sleeping form. A tear fell down the side of her face as she closed her eyes again. Over the next fifteen minutes, Meg continued to cry. She didn't understand why she was crying but maybe she just needed to. Slowly she fell asleep once more.

A bit later, Jack woke up. He too studied their sleeping positions and smirked. Not even the pillows could take his sleeping self away from a woman in bed. Then his expression softened. He saw Meg's tear stained cheeks. A concerned look crossed his features. Jack went to wipe the tears away when Will knocked on the door. Jack pulled back and got up. He pulled his boots on and opened the door.

"What?" he half whispered.

"We're here," Will replied, glancing past Jack and seeing Meg on the bed.

"Right, I'll wake Meg. You and Elizabeth can do what you like today."

Will nodded and Jack shut the door. He turned back around and looked at Meg's sleeping form. He walked over to her and rubbed her shoulder. Meg groaned a little and rolled over. She blinked for a moment trying to adjust her eyes to the bright light. Then she saw Jack. Her heartbeat quickened.

"G'morning, love. We're here," Jack said smiling. "What do you say to some breakfast and then we'll go for a swim?"

Meg stared at him for a moment more.

"Love?" Jack asked.

Meg blinked again and shook her head.

"Oh, uh, sure…yes…"

"Great, come along then."

Meg wasn't really all that hungry. She had an apple but nothing more. Jack looked at her suspiciously, noticing the change in her manner. About an hour or so later, Jack handed Meg some old clothes to change into to swim in. After she was done she walked out on deck. It was deserted.

"Hullo?" Meg called cautiously. She went to the edge of the ship to see if Jack was already in the water. But then he came from behind her and pushed her in. Down Meg fell into the clear water below. Jack laughed as Meg came up.

"You weren't expecting that one, now were you, Meg?" he called.

Meg glared up at him.

"Get down here," the glare broke into a smile soon enough. Jack jumped off and landed about 3 yards away. Meg splashed more water in his face when he came up.

"What was that for?"

"For pushing me," Meg smirked.

"Oh really…" Jack began swimming towards her. Meg made her signature "meep" noise and tried to swim away. Jack was much stronger than she was and so he swam faster. Meg thought she was out of his reach and slowed down; big mistake. Jack's arms wrapped around Meg's waist tightly. Jack grinned as Meg tried to get away. She began laughing too. Then Jack pulled her under that water for a moment, dunking her. When they came back up Meg gasped for air and laughed again. Jack grinned again and let her go. Meg watched him with a merry look in her eye.

"What?" Jack smirked. Meg blinked, shook her head and looked away. She floated on her back for a moment. This relaxing moment didn't last long. Jack was in a very playful mood and he splashed her. Meg stopped floating and went under for a moment.

"What was that for?"

"No reason," a devilish grin spread across Jack's face. "Just 'cause you were there."

Meg lunged at him the best she could in the water and sent him under.

"Oh, you're paying for that one, love," Jack responded after he emerged again.

"Uh-oh," Meg squirmed away again. But Jack had her again in no time. He began to tickle her mercilessly.

"No! Please! Stop! Jack! Stop!" Meg gasped between giggles. When he finally did, Jack still hung onto Meg.

"Told you you'd pay," he almost growled in her ear. Meg giggled again. This probably was the happiest she had been in a while. She smiled to herself wondering what Jack might've been thinking.

"Jack! Jack?" Will called on the shore. Jack let go and swam over.

"Over here, mate!"

"You'd best come here and deal with…a…small matter,"

Jack motioned for Meg to come along too. Jack wrung some water out of his dreads and then was almost knocked backwards. He looked down and a small figure was hugging him 'round the middle as best she could. Jack shoved her off.

"What's this?" he asked Will.

"Well, uh…"

"Daddieeee!" the little girl, who Meg guessed was about three or four, squealed. Jack stared at it unblinkingly for a moment.

"She wouldn't stop following me around, Jack. She rambled on that I knew her father--," Will explained.

"Will, get her home, now!" Jack roared almost bringing the girl to tears. Will nodded and did as he was told.

"Daddie! No! Daddie!"

Meg watched as Will tried to comfort the small being. Once she was back in town Will came back. Jack was still standing on shore, dripping wet and wondering what connection he had to the youngster. Will a bit embarrassed went to the ship and below deck to his and Elizabeth's cabin. Meg stood waiting to see what Jack would do. He turned around and looked at her.

"Let's go back and get dried off," he said in a flat tone. He jumped back in the water and swam back to the Pearl. Meg followed. They climbed up the ladder on the side of the ship. Jack walked into the cabin and shut the door behind them. He threw the same blanket that Meg was dried off with the night before at her. Meg took it and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"The best way to dry off would to be gettin' out o' those wet clothes, love," Jack said from across the room. He had already gotten on dry pants from behind the bed and was tucking in his shirt. Meg nodded and turned towards her hammock where her own clothes lay. After she had changed under the blanket, she sat in her hammock. Jack was lounging on the bed. Meg looked at her feet and then at the journal, still open. She ran her toe around the edge of the cover and closed it. She hesitated in saying anything for a moment but then spoke.

"…You read it…didn't you?"

"I did." Responded Jack from the bed. Meg sighed not wanting to say anything else, but she wanted to know what Jack thought.

"When?"

"Last night."

Meg nodded. Jack got up and walked towards her.

"Do you still hurt?" he asked.

Meg looked up at him for a moment.

"A little…but you don't have to--,"

Jack brought her into his arms and hugged her.

"I don't want you to hurt…" he whispered. "How about now?"

"Well, I--," Meg started but was again interrupted. Jack stole a kiss, hungrily and passionately. When he pulled back, he looked at her again.

"…Now?"

Meg blinked at him for a moment, speechless. In her own time this had been the first time a man had ever kissed her. Of course there had been the brotherly, fatherly and, even at one time, grandfatherly kisses that she had received from relatives in the past. Butterflies stirred in her stomach again as it all registered in her head. Jack had kissed her! A smile crept its way across her mouth. Jack returned it, his eyes glittering again with something that Meg was almost scared of.

"Well, that was easy," Jack smirked. Meg, still grinning, playfully smacked him on the arm (not hard at all) and pulled away.

"You are a sneaky one, aren't you?" she asked as she reached for her cloak that has remained on the bed from that morning. Jack, proud of himself, shrugged and pulled on his coat. Meg tied the ends of her cloak around her shoulders like a mantle and then her stomach growled. They both looked at it.

"Hungry?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised.

"Just a little…?"

"Come along then," Jack held out his arm, "To the galley!"

Meg took it and Jack paced his other hand on hers and they together walked below deck.

A little later, they were both sitting behind crates drinking rum and eating biscuits, completely drunk. Jack would say something that made no sense whatsoever and Meg would end up in a fit of giggles. Will came down a moment later, trying to figure out was the commotion was. Meg jumped up at the sight of him. Jack rolled his eyes and pulled her back down by her cloak that was now all topsy-turvy on her shoulders. She landed in his lap and giggled some more.

"You two alright?" Will asked cautiously.

"Course we are, mate!" Jack laughed. Meg nodded stupidly still sitting on Jack's lap and took another gulp of rum. Elizabeth walked into the galley too.

"What's all the commotion down here?" she asked. Jack tried to explain that they were hungry but all that came out was hardly a syllable. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow in question. Meg blinked at the floor.

"Y'know, all the lines on the wood look like a face if you look at it from this angle…" she said turning her head. Jack put his head over her shoulder from behind and looked.

"…looks like….Barbossa…." he said slowly. Neither Will nor Elizabeth could see any face in the wood. They shrugged and left the two drunken pirates to their random musings.

"Sail away were no ball and chain can keep us from the rollin' waves. Together undivided but forever we'll be free. Sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we. We're seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins…" Meg sang before she leaned back on Jack almost passing out.

"What was that, love?"

"A song…"

"I guessed that."

Meg giggled again and glanced out a small window.

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Where are we?"

"Tortuga."

"No we aren't…this place looks different than Tortuga…"

"We're on the other side of Tortuga, Meggie. It's a bit tamer. Came across it one afternoon a few years ago. I come back every once in a while. You want to go into town?"

"We're drunk…"

"Yea, but we'll dunk our heads in cold water, sleep for a bit and then go."

"Ok…" Meg stood up and swayed. "Why's the room spinning?" Jack laughed and went over to a basin of water and dumped half of it on Meg's head and the other on his.

"HOLY CRUD!" Meg shouted. "That's bloody cold!" Jack shook some water off of him and nodded. He started back to the cabin. Will poked his head out of his and Elizabeth's cabin and saw the drenched pirates.

"Wake us in a couple hours, mate." Jack slurred as he walked by with Meg in tow. Will nodded and smirked.

Yes...I love this chappie...the song was "Seven Deadly Sins" by Flogging Molly. ...Wow, I made a reference to Secret Window up there, too! I can't remember the exact lines but it's the'"You read it?""I did."' thing up there. I love the DADDDIEEE part too. You'll understand that in ...either the next chappie or the one after that. Anywhosit, (I stole it) R&R and TALLY HO!