Tessi's P.O.V.
I wanted to ask Jack why Misty and I had to sleep with one of the guys, it would be more proper to split it the other way but after seeing what was going on inside, I didn't argue. Jack was doing this to protect us. Although I couldn't help but think that I would be more comfortable with Will, seeing as I wasn't so attracted to Will, and I also never had awkward feelings about Will. Even when I was mad at him it was never quite so awkward as it is between Jack and I.
We walked into our room, which was more like a closet, but that's not the point, we got into the room and there was only one, very small bed. Wait; make that a very, very small bed. We would practically have to lie on top of each other in order to both fit! And let me tell you right now, I was not planning on sleeping on that floor, I'd probably only get Tetanus from the bed, but who knows what I would get from the floor as well. Probably some mutated version of the Black Plague. I knew there was a reason I always hated Inns back in 2005. Especially the Holiday Inn, I mean honestly, who wants to ruin their holiday there. My father apparently, he always made us stay there when we went to the States every Christmas, in New York, because he wanted us to get the whole, American feel. And apparently, you accomplish that by staying in crappy hotels.
Anyway, I was brought out of my little tangent, by Jack saying "Close the door, will you luv, and there's probably a blanket in the closet for you to put on the floor." As he spread himself out on the bed, I glared at him, and slammed the door, and marched over, and pushed him towards the other edge of the bed and lay down. Mumbling to myself about pushy pirates and how I hoped that this body still had an updated Tetanus shot.
I could practically hear his smirk as he rolled back over onto his side, pulled me back into him, and whispered, "So you like to play rough, huh?"
I smirked at the thought of something I remembered from 2005, one of the last things I could still remember. "I guess you could say that." I said, rolling over.
"Oh really," Jack asked, surprised that I was actually playing along.
"Well if you call playing rough handcuffing a guy to a bed and making him beg for mercy rough, then I guess I like to play rough." It was so hard to keep a straight face, but I managed to do it, the shock on Jack's face was almost too much, I smiled slightly and said, "Well, it's been a pretty long day, and we have another long one ahead of us, good night." And with that I closed my eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
I don't know how much later it was, it could have been an hour, two hours, or even ten minutes, but I was woken up by a horrible pain in my stomach, I opened my eyes and quickly closed them again, I was so dizzy. I let out a low groan, from the horrible pain in my stomach; I couldn't move it hurt so badly.
I felt Jack stir next to me, mumble something about crazy women who never let a man get any sleep, which caused me to whimper again, because I knew he was the only person who could help me right now, I felt the bed shift, so I knew he sat up, and said, "Alright, alright, what's wrong."
"My…Stomach." I gasped out.
Jack started taking off my shirt and I groaned hoping I would still be able to keep this one, then he checked the bandages, I could hear him curse and then he said, "The cut reopened." He took the bandages off and got some more rum and cleaned it, it burned even worse, then it did the first time, and then it numbed the pain slightly, thankfully though. I don't know how much longer I could have dealt with that. Jack carefully climbed over me and to the closet, he pulled out a flimsy, but from what I could tell, clean, white sheet, starting to rip it into strips to use as my next bandage, I was very glad I got to keep the shirt. I didn't want to have to look for another one. That would be embarrassing.
Wait, the situation I am currently in is embarrassing. I am again topless and Jack is currently bandaging my wound, yet again.
As soon as I realized this, I turned bright red, and I was glad that the candle had already burned down, otherwise he would see my blush, from not only his words, but from being so close to him, although this has never happened to me before, I have never been so…modest, I guess is the word. But then again, I could hardly remember anything from 2005.
I took this opportunity to study Jack a little better, His hair wasn't completely dreadlocked, but around half of it was, the bone in his hair was a little weird, but it worked for him, he had a dark tan, was dirty from working on a boat a lot of the time, the kohl under his eyes only made them look even darker then they already were, originally a dark brown they looked almost black, but again the black works for him…wait, a second ago I couldn't see his eyes, Oh god. He caught me staring. I looked down and saw him smirking, he defiantly caught me.
I smiled sheepishly and he lay back down beside me, not saying anything. I don't know if that was better or worse somehow. I was just half asleep again when he said, "You know luv, it's impolite t' stare." I groaned and rolled over facing away from him and fell asleep again.
Jack was standing up on the platform in the Gallows, a man was reading a list of his crimes, I could barely see straight, I was standing next to our father, Elizabeth next to her Fiancée, the Commodore, Misty next to Father, and I was in the middle. We had the best view, standing on a Platform that was directly across from the Gallows. And I was standing directly across from Jack himself, I couldn't look at him though, I was crying much to hard, and I was looking down, I couldn't let him see the tears, he didn't need to think that I was weak right before he died, I would be strong for him, I had to be strong for him.
"This is wrong." Elizabeth whispered.
I wanted to shout, to scream at her, of course it was wrong, a good, maybe not innocent, but certainly good man was about to die, because he wasn't innocent, because he was a pirate. But he was also the man I loved, and didn't deserve to be standing up there.
"Commodore Norrington is bound by the law, as are we all." Father said, the prat was absolutely giddy about this. He felt no remorse that he was about to watch a good man die.
I wipe my tears and look up; Will was walking through the crowd toward us and stopped in front of Misty, and said, "Governor Swann, Commodore Norrington. Elizabeth, Tessi," here he stopped and gave me a sad smile, then he looked to Misty, "Misty, I should have told you everyday from the moment that I met you, I love you."
I saw Cotton's parrot, and nudged Elizabeth gently, she looked up and saw it, and said, "I can't breathe." And fell backwards, I knew that we had our differences, but she didn't agree with Jack hanging, and I knew she could pull this off. All we needed was a distraction.
"ELIZABETH!" I yelled and tried to catch her. Worked kind off, she may be skinny, but lordy is she heavy.
Once Elizabeth and I had the attention of everyone else in our group she shot back up to see what happened to Jack when the trap door was released and he started to fall.
I shot up from the horror of the dream. I couldn't believe it, it all seemed so real and familiar, I looked over at Jack who was still fast asleep, I looked out of the window I hadn't noticed last night and saw that the sun was getting ready to raise. I got out of bed grabbed my shirt, and just walked out of the cabin, I couldn't be around Jack right now. Everyone was asleep as I started to walk out of the Inn, there were whores who were leaving too, I walked over to the Inn keeper, who was an elderly man, looked to be around fifty, and said, "You wouldn't happen to know who Captain Jack Sparrow is would you?"
"I do." He said, slightly interested.
"And you know what he looks like?"
"Yes." He said, he was starting to get annoyed with me.
"When he comes down, can you tell him that Tessi is waiting down at the docks?"
"Yes ma'am."
I smiled gratefully to him and left, I was halfway to the docks when someone shouted my name, "Miss Swann!" I turned around and it was Mr. Gibbs.
"Mr. Gibbs?"
"What are you doin' walking out here with no one to protect you?" He demanded.
"Going to the docks, I got up early and couldn't fall asleep, and I didn't want to wake anybody up. So I thought I might as well just go on ahead."
Gibbs rolled his eyes and said, "You shouldn't have done that, Jack'll be worried sick. And you might as well walk with me to the docks."
"I left a message with the Inn keeper."
Gibbs sighed, and gave up arguing with me. He started telling me about old pirate legends, and I enjoyed listening to them, they were interesting. We got to the docks just as the sun started to rise. And we sat and waited for everyone to show up.
