Whoa! I got like...eight socks from GothHippie... ((Attempts to wash them and give them back))...hopefully I did that right...I only know how to wash towels! ((LOL)) Anywhosit, Here's the next chappie.

Disclaimer: Disney owns...Jack((sob)) and all other things PotC...((GIR voice))I luv my hat... ((hugs Jack Sparrow hat))

Once back in Jack's cabin, Meg kicked off her boots and sat in her hammock.

"What're you doin' over there?" Jack asked. Meg looked up at him lazily.

"Goin' to sleep…like you told me."

Jack smirked and nodded.

"Aye…" he swaggered over to her and put his arms around her waist. Meg looked up at him with a small grin.

"You're gonna have a headache when you get up you know,"

Meg rolled her eyes.

"Thanks for reminding me."

Jack laughed.

"You're cute, you know that?"

Meg smiled again sleepily. Jack leaned her back in her hammock and kissed her forehead. Slowly, Meg fell asleep looking up at Jack.

She woke up on her stomach looking at the room. Jack was still asleep in his bed. Meg got up but the moment she stood up, a splitting headache went straight to her brain. She sat back in her hammock and groaned.

"Gotta wake Jack…" she thought, "Go into town and maybe get some more rum to drink…that'll kill the pain…" Meg wobbled over to Jack and held her forehead for a moment. Jack was lying on his back, his right arm over the edge of the bed, the other above his head and this mouth wide open.

"Jack?" Meg poked him. He scowled, shut his mouth and curled his arm in, wrapping Meg in it again. The moment she fell onto the bed, he rolled over and wrapped his other arm around her. Meg didn't know whether to laugh or to remain motionless. She poked Jack again. He smiled and opened a sleepy eye.

"Hello…" he mumbled.

"Ahoy,"

"Now, what might you be doin' in my bed?" Jack asked.

"I was waking you but it looks like I got caught in a trap,"

"Aye, I can see that, love…" Jack closed his eyes again and grinned. "Do you want to go?"

"Aye…my head hurts…"

"Told you."

Meg poked him again this time a little harder. Jack tried to pull back but he was still holding onto Meg.

"That hurt, love."

Meg smirked.

"I'm sure my head hurts worse,"

"Aye, but not more than mine." Said Jack, almost half-asleep.

Meg rolled her eyes.

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

Jack opened his eyes.

"Well, I think we're gonna stay in port and buy some supplies. I know we need more rum," he winked, "and some new ropes…I'll have to ask Gibbs what else…why?"

"I was just thinking, I wanted to sleep this headache off tomorrow…or rather the new headache…we're gonna drink out tonight, right?"

"Right," Jack arched his back a little and stretched. "Alright, let's go…" he let go of Meg and got up with some difficulty. They walked out just as Will was walking towards the door.

"I suppose I didn't have to wake you at all?" he said. Jack nodded and lowered a dinghy. Meg got down into it and Jack followed.

"We'll be back tonight," Jack told Mr. Turner and started rowing to the shore.

They entered a tavern. It was slightly different from the Faithful Bride, not as rambunctious. Jack ordered two large tankards of rum and handed one to Meg. They found a place to sit and began drinking. Within half an hour, the intoxication had set in once again. Jack had gotten Meg back on his lap and they were half singing, half mumbling the words to 'Yo ho, Yo ho (A Pirate's Life For Me)". Little did they both know, a woman was watching Jack from afar. Her eyes widened as she realized who he was, and she ran up the stairs. Later, Meg and Jack walked out of the tavern completely drunk. Meg had tried to teach Jack 'Black Friday Rule' by Flogging Molly but the only part he seemed to remember was the part that he was singing over and over.

"'For I am the king and shall long may I reign!'" he sang as they climbed back in the dinghy (it had taken a while for them to figure out that it was theirs) and Jack attempted to row. After a very difficult time in the rowboat, the two finally climbed aboard the Pearl and straight to Jack's cabin. Meg kicked off her boots and collapsed into her hammock and was out cold. Jack did the same on his bed.

Heh, that was short. 'Black Friday Rule' belongs to Flogging Molly. What's gonna happen next? And who is this mysterious woman who was watching Jack? You'll have to wait...Sorry! TALLY HO! P.S. R&R PLEASE!