Tessi's P.O.V.


I was hanging onto the edge of the boat and glass was tearing up my hands and my stomach hurt really badly. I felt myself being dragged in and over the glass by Will. I saw a piece of drift wood fly in and smack Misty upside the head, but at least she wasn't knocked out, there would be very little damage really. I was placed back on the bed and I felt really tired. A new voice was above me telling me not to fall asleep, and it wouldn't leave me alone. I really wanted it to leave me alone, I was like Misty, I hated to be touched, or talked to when in pain.

I opened my eyes but every thing was shaking and there were at least three Jacks in front of me. Not necessarily a bad thing mind, but it gave me a spliting headache, and made me sick to my stomach. Hey, who knew Jack would ever have that kind of affect on me.

"Come on love, keep your eyes open." He said softly, yet there was roughness to it, I would have laughed at what an oxymoron that was, but I was too weak.

"No, I'll throw up; do you want me to throw up on you?"

"Well, just keep talking then. Don't fall asleep." He said.

"But I'm tired." I protested.

"You can sleep later."

"But I'm tired now." I whined.

"Then this should wake you up love," Jack said before pouring rum right onto the cut across my stomach, which I hadn't noticed him removing the shards of glass. I screamed and opened my eyes fighting against the spinning, and glared at Jack. He ignored it and kept cleaning the cut, he lifted me up slightly ,and started bandaging my stomach, and I quickly fought the urge to blush considering I wasn't wearing a shirt. Apparently I had not noticed that getting removed either.

Suddenly I felt very sick, I shut my eyes quickly and tried to take deep breaths through my nose, too afraid to open my mouth, and theship was rocking awfully, I was about to throw up. Jack placed me gently back on the bed, finished with the bandaging, when I rolled over quickly, throwing up on the floor. Luckily for both of us, just in time, for him that I didn't throw up on him, for me that I didn't throw up on him. I'd have died of embarrassment.

Misty started laughing and Will looked even more uncomfortable, (seeing as I still didn't have a shirt on) and they both left rather quickly, Jack sighed and started to clean up the puke.

I don't know how it happened, I don't even remember closing my eyes, but I fell asleep anyway. As I slept I felt something warm wrap around me, I snuggled into it closer, and suddenly I was overcome with the smell of the sea, and sweat, and dirt, and some underlying yet overpowering male scent. And I instantly started dreaming of Jack.

We were just standing on the deck of the Pearl watching the sunset, with nothing on deck and not a ship, nor land mass in sight. We were standing at the bow of the ship and I was leaning against the rail, my head against Jack's chest, and his arms wrapped around my waist. I had never felt more peaceful, at ease, at home, and I smiled and snuggled further into my source of warmth.

I felt something shake me and snuggled further into the warm thing, whatever it was still wouldn't stop, and I noticed I'd lost some of my heat. Then I smelled the rum and my eyes snapped open. Jack was propped up on his elbow, leaning over me as he shook me awake. Although that wasn't the first thing noticed. The first thing I noticed was his open shirt.

"Love are you alright?" Jack asked.

"Yea, I'm fine, perfect really, why?" I asked, hoping to God I didn't talk in my sleep like I usually do.

"Well you lost a lot of blood earlier today." Jack said, and I almost pissed myself in relief…until he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "And there's the fact that you talk in your sleep." I could almost hear the grin.

And here I had a revelation, I can squeak louder than a mouse. "What was I saying?" This was one of those moments where you watch a car wreck you just can't stop yourself.

"You were moaning my name love. Care to tell ol' Jack what that was about?"

"No defiantly not!" I almost yelled, and I realized that when I blush not only my face, but also my neck and chest turn red, and this is of course because I still don't have a shirt, I decided to bring this up. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY SHIRT SPARROW?" I yelled.

"It's being used as a bandage."

"Then give me yours."

"WHAT?" He yelled at me.

"I NEED A SHIRT!" I yelled back.

"You'll have to find a new shirt love, and here's a hint, it's not in this room." Jack said smirking as he got out of the bed.

I stood up and fought the dizziness that threatened to overtake me and walked up to him, laughing inside as his eyes grew wide as he looked down at me, well my chest really. I stopped within three inches from him and leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I think my new shirt is right here." And he was so stunned that I was able to slip his shirt off his shoulders, and put it on myself and walk out of the room best I could being so dizzy.