.:Title:. Get up, Jack

.:Author:.Kyoheii

.:Disclaimer:. If I owned any of this, this movie would not be suitable for children….yep. Don't own it.

"Get up, Jack" Will gave a sharp rap on the door, and walked out before Jack could say anything.

"Five more minutes" Jack mumbled, turning over. Will wasn't there to hear him, or give him the shake on the shoulder he was used to. Jack groaned as he felt the pain in his head. He tried to remember what he did the night before, why it hurt so badly. He sat up with a pang of realization that washed over him. It was worse than his hangover. He slowly got out of bed and did up shirt and strapped on his usual trinkets, put his hat on, and walked out of the room, putting a swagger in his step, putting on the mask of confidence he always wore.

As soon as Will caught sight of Jack coming down the stairs he headed out the door, and Jack followed. "What's the hurry mate?" Jack rubbed his eyes dramatically.

"We have to get back to the ship, we-"

Will was cut off by a hand that reached out and slapped Jack on the face. Before them stood an angry woman. Jack broke out in his usual smile, although his cheek stung.

"Anamaria! What brings you here?" he grinned, which earned him another slap.

"Where the hell have you two been? You went for supplies, saying you'd be back within the hour…" Jack shrugged. "…Two days ago! I finally had to come looking for you, civilians were getting suspicious of The Pearl just circling the shore. What were you thinking?"

Will glared at the ground. "We got arrested. Again."

"Bloody hell, just go back. Go to the ship. Gibbs will get the supplies later." She turned and stalked off. After getting a few feet away she turned and said, "You may be the 'greatest pirate' Jack, but you still need someone to look after you." Jack winked at her, and she turned, muttering something along the lines of 'hopeless.'

The three of them walked back to The Pearl in a sullen silence, except for Jack who whistled and tossed a rock from hand to hand. They arrived at the cove where The Pearl was waiting, Will and Jack went to their separate cabins, while Anamaria Gave instructions to Gibb on what supplies to get. In less than an hour they set sail.

When Jack's head allowed him, he took over steering the ship from Anamaria, who rolled her eyes and stepped aside. Jack flipped open his compass and started turning the wheel this way and that. He glanced at Anamaria, who was still standing to the side, looking at him. "You waitin for something?" He asked.

She smiled knowingly. "You're in love, Jack." She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Jack with a comment that stung more than her slaps.

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'You're in love, you're in love…'

The words echoed in Jacks head as he paced the length of his cabin. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands. He didn't know why the words bothered him that much. The words were not unfamiliar to him, he had heard them said, but not like this, a stated fact about himself, spoken by a woman he never had a proper conversation with in his life. Jack sat on his bed and put his head in his hands, a rare thing for when he was sober. Anamaria always knew things she shouldn't, where the rum was hidden for one thing. Since she joined The Pearl, Jack had noticed a distinct lacking of rum in his hiding spot. Women, how did they always know… Unless they had a source.

Jack's head shot up. The welp. The welp had told her what happened. Jack didn't remember all of what had gone on that night, but he knew enough to see the justification in Anamaria's self satisfied smirk. But what didn't make sense, love… where did she get the love word from. Lust he could understand. He was known as a lustful person, finding something to ogle on anyone, but love… Women are perceptive, that much Jack knew, but could they really know things he didn't know himself?

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Will lay on his cot, trying to fall asleep. It was a good five hours before the time he usually drifted off, but he wanted escape. Escape from his thoughts, and the dull silence along with creaking of The Pearl. There was no work for him to do, and he had no one he could have a half decent conversation with. Usually he could count on Anamaria but she gave an infuriating smirk whenever she saw him.

Will tried to think of this logically. Why was he like this?

Jack got drunk and had kissed him. Why did it bother him? Jack hit on everything while he was drunk. He'd once got so sloshed he had trying to seduce an empty doorframe. Jack had made suggestive comments to everything, even to Will a few times. Right, so, this was normal. Will closed his eyes

Then he opened them again.

Why did he have to be drunk?

The thought came out of nowhere. Of course he had to be drunk! Jack was always drunk, Will had never seen Jack without any alcohol in him. Jack would always be drunk. Anyone with a pint of rum could get farther then he and Jack had, which brought up the question once again….

Why did he care so much?

A/N: I tried to make this one longer, but I had serious writer's block. Next chapter will be up soon, I would really appreciate reviews telling me how to improve, or just a nice comment. Thank you!