Disclaimer: Don't own POTC!
Thirty reviews? Thank you! New record! Just for that I'll try to update the rest of the story before camp…five days from now. Then I won't be back til like July. Enjoy!
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-
Robin twitched, opening her eyes to the bright glare of the sun. Her head began to pound horribly as she sat up and she clutched it, letting out a moan. The explosions weren't helping either…wait…explosions?
She shot to her feet despite her hangover, turning in time to see Elizabeth throw another barrel onto the gigantic bonfire. A bonfire that most likely was burning the food, the shade, and…oh no…NOT THE RUM!
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?" she yelled, stumbling through the sand towards the idiotic girl.
"I'm merely ridding us of what we do not need and making a smoke signal that could save us," replied Elizabeth, tossing another crate of rum onto the fire. It created another explosion causing a few planks of wood to cave in, resulting in an eruption of cinders. Robin's mouth was open in horror as she ran back to the beach, spotting Jack laying a ways away. She sprinted over to him, dropping to her knees and shaking him.
"JACK! JACK! COME ON YE GREAT LUMP WAKE UP! THE RUM IS GONE!"
Well, that woke him up instantly. His brown eyes opened immediately and he shot to his feet, running towards Elizabeth, arms flailing. Robin followed quickly.
"NO! STOP! NOT GOOD! NOT GOOD!" he yelled, reaching Elizabeth. "What are ye doing? Ye've burnt all the food…the shade…the RUM!"
"Yes, the rum is gone!" yelled Elizabeth triumphantly.
"Why is the rum gone?" asked Jack angrily.
"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable of men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over 1000 feet high. The entire royal navy is out looking for me. Do you really think there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
"But WHY is the RUM gone?" asked Jack, gesturing at the burning pile imploringly.
"WHY? The rum never harmed you! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BURN IT ALL?" cried Robin, almost in tears. "Now we'll have to die sober!" Elizabeth rounded on her in shock.
"ROBIN? I am astonished! I thought that a respectable lady like you would never even think of drinking a single drop of that disgusting poison! I'm surprised at you!" she said haughtily. Robin raised an eyebrow.
"Respectable? Me? I think you've got me confused with someone else, dear lady," she said, turning and walking off. Elizabeth scoffed and sat down on the sand.
"Just you wait Captain Sparrow. Keep a weather eye open, maybe two and you will see white sails on that horizon," she said proudly. Jack was struck dumb with incredulity. He began taking his pistol out, brandishing it threateningly, coming to his senses, and stuffing it back into his belt, throwing his arms in the air and stalking off after Robin for the other side of the island.
" How can she do that? That was our only way to survive!" ranted Robin incredulously. "It's inhumane!"
"I know!" said Jack angrily. He began mocking her. "Must have been terrible Jack. Must have been terrible, WELL IT BLOODY IS NOW!" he yelled, turning around and yelling back at the small speck of Elizabeth that was still visible on the beach far off.
"When did she say that?" asked Robin. Jack glanced at her.
"Last night when we were drunk. Must have been terrible for you to be trapped here on this island again, Jack." He turned back, staring at the governor's daughter in anger when Robin tapped his shoulder, staring out at the ocean.
"What?" asked Jack turning. A naval ship lay anchored a ways beyond the reef with two dinghy boats rowing ashore. Jack and Robin stared.
"There'll be no livin' with her after this," said Jack. Robin nodded.
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-
The naval officers helped Elizabeth gently into the first dinghy. Robin and Jack were roughly shoved into the second one.
"Really, you gentlemen are so polite to a lady," said Robin sarcastically, batting her eyelashes dramatically. The guards glared at her. Jack snorted. They turned to him.
"You, pirate, keep your wench quiet if you want her to keep her tongue," said one of them, whipping out a knife threateningly. "Now row."
Jack's smirk dropped as he grabbed an oar. The other officer grabbed an oar as the first officer pulled Robin over onto his knee, holding the knife to her throat. They began to row towards the ship. Robin glared at the officer holding her as he stared at Jack evilly.
"Pity…such a pretty gel, really. Piracy always brings down the good'uns," he said to his cohort. Robin kept her mouth shut, knowing that any wrong move would only be bad.
Finally, the two dinghies were lifted aboard the large naval ship. As Elizabeth exited her's, Governor Swann immediately began hugging her unmercifully. Norrington the Sundae looked equally concerned for her. Robin and Jack were then hoisted aboard roughly, Robin edging away from the officers as soon as they hit the wooden deck. Commodore Norrington and Governor Swann both turned and glared at them.
"Well, nice to see you to," said Robin, holding out her hand. Norrington looked at her warily, as if still concerned for her sanity. She rolled one eye and grinned madly just to set him off. It worked.
"Well, all sail for Port Royal!" announced the Governor, clapping his hands together. Elizabeth opened her mouth in disbelief.
"But we've got to save Will!" she exclaimed.
"No, you're safe now. We will return to port Royal immediately. Not go gallivanting after pirates!" he said forcefully.
"Then we condemn him to death!" yelled Elizabeth. Meanwhile, Murtogg and Mullroy had escorted Robin and Jack to a group of guards, guarding them so that they wouldn't escape.
Robin struggled to see over the wall of officers when she felt a mysterious hand running over her backside. She stood stock-still, the hairs on the back of her neck bristling. If she acted, she'd condemn them. She had to put up with it. Jack was listening to the conversation outside the wall of guards, a smirk crossing his face.
"Bet you Norrington speaks next," he whispered to Robin.
"The boy's fate is regrettable," said the Governor. Jack cursed under his breath. "But then, so was his decision to engage in piracy."
"To rescue me! To prevent anything from happening to me!" whined Elizabeth. Jack chose that moment to intervene.
"If I may be so bold as to inject my professional opinion," he started, walking over to Norrington. Murtogg and Mullroy followed him closely, leaving Robin alone with the two guards from the dinghy. The more-hated of the two smirked at her and she edged towards the other, her eyes fixed on him warily. Jack went on, unaware of the mute events behind him. "The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle. It's very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate. How can you pass that up, right?" He looked rapidly from Norrington to the Governor and back again, the smile leaving his face momentarily.
The guard next to Robin edged nearer to her, staring straight ahead, but she could still see the smirk on his face. She edged away a bit more.
"By remembering that I serve others, Mr. Sparrow, not only myself," said the Commodore, walking away. Elizabeth hurried forward.
"Commodore, I beg you. Please do this. For me…a…as a wedding gift."
Norrington turned at that last statement. Jack looked at her, slightly surprised. Robin, though primarily occupied with the officer, still had to stop herself from vomiting and gagging at the same time. The guard on the other side of Robin, who had been taking a drink, suddenly spat it out all over the deck.
"Elizabeth, are you accepting the Commodore's proposal?" asked the Governor, astonished.
"I am," she said, breathlessly. An idiotic grin crossed Jack's face.
"Oh a wedding, I LOVE WEDDINGS! DRINKS ALL AROUND!" he exclaimed, waving his arms around.
Robin smiled, but that smile soon vanished as the guard moved his hand closer and closer to her chest. She turned and smacked him in the stomach, immediately causing the officer on her other side to take her wrist. The afflicted officer grabbed her other wrist and turned to the front of the ship.
"Commodore!" he yelled. "This one 'ere was trying to escape!"
Norrington turned again and saw him holding Robin in a strong grip. Jack looked down from the helm and saw her.
(She jus' can't keep out o' trouble fer too long can she?)
"Gentlemen, please lock that one up in the cabin. Make sure she doesn't escape…again," said Norrington carelessly.
They pushed Robin into a room with many cabinets surrounding her. She shrieked in anger and sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. The ship rocked and a small green bottle rolled out of a cabinet to her feet. She picked it up, reading the label.
Rum…
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-
That night, Jack swaggered about the ship, looking for Robin. He approached the cabin the officers had thrown her in and opened the door.
(Idiots must have forgotten to lock it) he thought, smirking as he entered, looking around.
Bottles were everywhere. There must have been about twenty. The many cabinet doors were open and swaying with the gentle rhythmic rock of the ship. In the middle of the room lay Robin, a green glass bottle in each hand. One was half full, the other nearly empty. Jack approached her cautiously.
"Robin, luv, 'ave you been drinking rum all day?" he asked slowly. Robin sat up a little and giggled, her eyes out of focus.
"Hic, Jack! 'S abou' time ya go' 'ere! Ye missed the parade, hic!" She leaned forward, her head drooping, making her giggle louder. Jack sat beside her, holding her steady.
"Why did ye go an' drink more than ye could 'andle?" he asked. She shrugged, one eye drifting off to the side.
"After tha' damn officer kep' gropin me I guess I felt I needed it," she said, holding up a finger. "You know I think it's agains' the navy code of honoristic behaviorals to sexually harass a pris'ner, ye know?" she said drunkenly. Jack looked at her.
"What officer?"
"The one 'oo wan'ed to take out my tongue," she said, sticking out said muscle and flicking it around, giggling. Jack nodded, catching her head as it drooped again.
"Ye do know tha' ye'll be in worse pain tomorrow than wha' ye suffered this mornin'," he said. Robin shrugged.
"I find tha' if ye drink rum while ye're havin' a hangover, the hangover ya gots, jus' disappears," she said, yawning. Then, without warning, she keeled over backwards in sleep. Jack laid her down gently, thinking.
(Oh God. I think I'm rubbin' off on her. Tha's not good…) he thought guiltily. (I wonder where tha' guard's sleepin. 'E's not goin ta like waking up with no clothes to sand in his bed I'll bet…)
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-
REVIEW CHERIES!
