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A Bet, Some Rum, and a Wedding
Chapter 3: The Rum
"Amy?" a voice came from behind her.
"Jack!" Amy ran up to Jack and hugged him around his neck tightly. Before Jack knew it, however, she had let go of him and slapped him.
"Why did I deserve tha'?" the Captain asked rubbing the stinging side of his face.
"You know why," she said icily, thinking that he was putting on another act.
"No really, what did I do?"
"You know why, you just don't know that I know." Jack's mind and face became more bewildered by this woman's words.
"Wha' did I do?"
"You're going to have to figure it out on your own," the blonde woman said, refusing to back down.
"Fine…I stole some bread from the bakery," he confessed thinking it was the reason she was talking about.
"What! I told you not to cause any trouble. You are so lucky no one came after you. What if one of Norrington's men saw you?"
"Makin' trouble is what I do best! I can't help it."
"That's the third thing you have done today that makes me want to kill you! Why do you have to be so difficult?" Amy scolded.
"Tis the way I am luv." For the second time within five minutes Jack's face was in pain.
"Why did I deserve that one?" the Captain of the Black Pearl whined.
"For calling me luv and stealing from the bakery."
"I'm takin' that the bakery isn't why ye slapped me."
"Not the first, no."
"Then why did I deserve the first one?" Jack complained.
"For sleeping with Anamaria." His eyes widened at the mention of those words. What was more important to him at the moment was how she knew.
"How did find out about that?"
"I would tell you, but you wouldn't believe me. You 'd think I was lying."
"Try me."
"Ok then. It may sound crazy but I swear all of it is true. I was done buying all the food earlier than I thought so I thought I would go shopping. So I dropped off the food and headed back to the market. While I was walking there, Anamaria pulled me aside into an ally. She told me that the next time you came to this port, you promised to sleep with her and then she put a knife to my throat."
"Anamaria did that to you?" Jack asked concerned about what had happened.
"There's more. She said if you didn't sleep with her, she would…um…kill me," Amy added on sheepishly.
"SHE THREATENED TO KILL YOU? God, I can't believe she did that! I always knew she wasn't right in the head. I'm going to kill her!" With danger in his eyes, the pirate began to march off in the opposite direction until a hand grabbed his arm, preventing him from going further.
"It's too late, she probably knew that you would go after her and left town. Who knows where she is now," the woman pointed out. He pursed his lips together andnodded taking her valid point.
"Yer probably right." At this time, he noticed the red liquid coming from atop the blonde's head and touched it lightly to his finger watching her wince, confirming it was blood. "Amy, your head is bleedin' like crazy. Don't tell me she hurt ya along with threatenin' you?" She put her hand to her head where Anamaria had hit her with the rock. She looked at her hand and was amazed by how much her hand was covered with blood.
"She hit me with a rock to knock me out," Amy explained, wiping the blood off on her pants.
"Why did she knock ya out?"
"You know when you came over to look at the wall because you thought someone was watching you?" Jack's face was blank for a moment until his features showed his mind figured it out.
"That was you? I knew someone was watching us."
"She put me in a hiding spot in the wall so she made sure I didn't sneak off if you didn't sleep with her or something like that."
"So ye saw the whole thing?" the man asked with sounds of embarrassment vaguely in his voice.
"The beginning. Thank you for thinking of me." Jack faintly smiled and went back to all seriousness.
"So are you mad at me?"
"You have no idea how pissed off I am at you right now."
"Great, just what I need," he said sarcastically. "Amy your head is bleeding even more. We've got to get you back to yer ship. Let me help you." The Captain grabbed Amy's hand and much to her own protest, she ripped it away from his grasp and glared at him coldly.
"No, I can do it myself," the blue eyed girl barked. She took one step forward to the ship and lost her balance, but luckily Jack caught her before she collided with the ground.
"Get off me," the woman sailor ordered. He stepped away from her and put his hands up in the air in defeat.
"Fine. If ye want to do it yourself, go right ahead." Amy began the journey to her ship, but was nearly falling over with every step she took a step because she was so weak. Jack had to catch her a few times and every time he did, Amy just pushed him off. She made it close to ship but stopped near a pole by the water to lean against it and rest before she went onto the ship.
"Go on without me, I'll be there in a few minutes. Just need to catch my breath."
"Fine." Jack went past her and headed on to the ship. He was on the deck when he heard a splash. He ran over to the edge of the deck to see if Amy was still there.
"AMY!" No one was standing by the pole.
Amy awoke in her own bed. To her luck, whoever had pulled her out of the water had kept her clothes on. Although they were still damp, it was better than being naked. Remembering why she passed out in the first place, the blonde placed her small hand lightly on the wound on top of her head. The cut now had a bandage on it and was cleaned most likely by her rescuer. The woman tried to sit up, but didn't have the strength to do it herself. Next to her bed, she noticed there was a bowl filled with water and a blood stained washcloth soaking in it. It appeared that her savior, probably Jack, had done a lot for her while she was unconscious. Amy never thought that Jack would do this for her without something being in it for him of course.
"Oh good, you're awake. You've been out for a few hours now," a pirate said, standing in the doorway holding a teacup, interrupting the female sailor's thoughts.
"Really? I must have lost a lot of blood then," Amy thought out loud.
"Aye, ye did. Tha's why I told ye yer head was bleedin' like crazy."
"Did you do all of this for me?" The only girl present in the room, pointed to the bowl with the stained cloth next to her bed.
"No, Barbossa did," Jack said sarcastically puzzling Amy about who he was talking about, "Of course I did this for you."
"Why didn't you change my clothes?" she pointed out.
"Would you have wanted me to change your clothes?"
"No."
"That's why." Her lips formed an 'o' and she bit her lip.
"Thank you for all of this. This is the first kind thing you've actually done for me since you came on this ship," Amy complimented the Captain, although he failed to see it.
"I've done other nice things for you," he whined, moving a few steps further into the room.
"Let's see. Since you came on here you've snuck onto my ship, tried to take advantage of me, drank all my rum, called me a eunuch, ignored me, insulted me and you slept with Anamaria," the lady listed the things she could recall from her memory that he had done.
"Well…I didn't sleep with Anamaria on this ship, so that one can't count," the pirate said, trying to soften the blow he knew was coming to him.
"Fine," Amy gave him that point, "but you did all the other things."
"Ya know ye 'aven't been tha' nice to me either," Jack replied coolly, making this conversation into a competition.
"I let you stay on my ship, fed you, gave you a place to sleep, let you drink all my rum, and didn't turn you into Norrington. I think that's considered nice."
"Well, you ignored me just as much as I ignored you." He was determined to win this fight.
"Fine, one thing I'm guilty for. But I've still been a lot nicer to you than you have to me." The sailor's mouth opened to speak in return, but no words came to mind.
"Well I did this. Does this count for anything?" He spread his free arm out gesturing to Amy's bandage and the fact that she was not in the water.
"Yes it does, but you still can be a lot nicer to me."
"I'll be kinder to you if you be kinder to me, savvy?" Jack offered wanting to settle the argument quickly.
"I'll agree to that," Her eyes glanced over to the cup he was holding in his hand. "What's that?"
"Oh this? I made it. It's tea."
"Thank you. I'm so thirsty." Jack walked over and handed Amy the cup. She took the cup from Jack, after giving him a faint smile. When she took a sip, instantly she spat the tea out of her mouth on to her already stained bedspread.
"Did you put rum in my tea?" Amy asked, confirming her suspicion.
The pirate Captain shrugged as if it was nothing. "It wakes you up and helps the pain go away."
"But it tastes horrible!" she complained.
"Well, that's the downside. Works well, though." Jack moved around Amy's cabin and studied the collection of book in her bookcase.
"How much rum did you put in here?" the blonde inquired.
"Just a little bit."
"How much is a little?"
"What you don't trust me? You promised you would be nicer to me." He fingered the bind of a random book and continued inspecting the group.
"I never promised I would trust you more. But this tea does seem to be working, so I guess I will never know how much rum is in it."
"It's a mystery. One more thing about me you will never know." A grin formed on his face although the other in the room could not see it. Amy took another sip of her tea and had to force it down because of the taste.
"Anamaria told me that you told her about our bet," the blue-eyed girl brought up, making the other occupant in the room stop what he was previously doing.
"Unfortunately, I did. If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have told her." Jack looked at Amy, genuinely sorry, hoping he would forgive him.
"She said you told her in a pub. Why were you in a pub?"
"She said that? Well she must have been lying because I was never in a pub," he responded trying to cover up the fact that was really in a pub when he wasn't supposed to be.
"I saw you walk towards it as I was walking to the market."
"Well, maybe I was in there for a little while," the pirate confessed as little as possible. "I just went in there to see my old friends again."
"Really. What were there names?"
"Um…there was Eddy Cutmen, and Mort Water, and ah, Don Juan de Corazon. And of course Anamaria."
"Eddy Cutmen, Mort Water, and Don Juan de Corazon huh?" the woman repeated with a smile playing at her lips. "I'm surprised I've never heard of these people before. I know almost everyone in this town. Maybe when I get better I could meet them."
"Probably not. You see…they are wanted in many cities so they are constantly on the run. By the time you get 'nough energy, they'll be long gone."
"Couldn't you meet them in the pub tonight and ask them where they are going so we can meet them there?" He's trying to wiggle himself out of the situation. Well, she's not going to let him get away without a fight.
"I could, but they wouldn't tell me. They still don't trust me. They think I'll turn them in for ransom. But then again, who would trust me."
"Jack, just tell me the truth already," Amy said straightforward determined to get his confession out of him.
"I am telling you the truth," the Captain said in complete seriousness.
"Come on Jack, just admit that you were in there to drink rum and get drunk. It's not that hard."
"I wasn't." Amy rolled her eyes and took a sip for her tea/rum, smacking her lips together as she pulled the cup away from her mouth.
"I won't make you give up rum forever if you admit that you were there to drink rum."
"Promise?" Jack asked, wanting to be clear he wouldn't be slapped or hurt in any other physical way.
"Promise." A look or relief appeared on the captain of the Black Pearl's face. Casually, he leaned against a bedpost of the same bed Amy was resting in.
"Thank god. It gets tiring, believe it or not, of coming up with excuses. But it was for me rum. Well worth it. I might even become crazy because I wouldn't have enough."
"Like you aren't crazy already," Amy stated sitting up now that she had the strength to.
"I am not crazy. I have crazy ideas, but I am not crazy."
"You don't even think you're even the slightest bit crazy?"
"Well…yes, but everyone is somewhat crazy. Like Norrington for example, he's crazy because he thinks that he can catch me. Anamaria was crazy for threatening to kill you. You're crazy because you thought I wouldn't drink rum for six months."
"I hoped you were better than that."
"Well see, you were wrong."
"You know I will extend your punishment by a month you know." The sentence slipped out of Amy's mouth as it was nothing, but the calm of voice did not fool Jack for one second.
"What!" Jack whined like a spoiled little boy, with the look to go with it.
"You slept with Anamaria and you drank rum. You were breaking the rules," she tsked.
"Then why aren't you making me give up rum?" he questioned.
"Because you saved my life. Even though you didn't know it at the time, you saved my life. I am very thankful for that, thank you," Amy answered honestly and heartfelt. Jack inwardly grinned, but kept a straight face on the outside.
"Yer welcome." A real smirk curled on his lips. "You know, when you save a person's life, the person that you saved supposedly becomes their personal slave forever."
Amy snorted. "You're not going to get me to do that."
"Why not? I saved yer life."
"You did, but I saved your life first. If I didn't let you stay on my ship, you would have been hanged by Norrington and his men. I saved your life, you saved mine we're square."
"I was hoping to boss you around too. Could have been fun," Jack ended with a wink.
"Too bad. Can you do one thing for me please?"
"Depends. What is it?"
"Can I see your coat?"
"Why?"
"I thought I saw a stain on the back and I wanted to see if I can get it out." He eyed the blonde skeptically, but left the room anyway to retrieve the coat. When the pirate came back with the jacket and handed it to the woman, Amy did not pay any attention to the back to look for a stain as she said she would and headed straight for his pockets. In the pockets she found exactly what she was looking for: a flask of rum.
"I knew it! Your breath, when you've woken up for the past two weeks, has smelled like rum!" Tossing the coat onto the floor, Amy pointed at the small bottle and looked inside to confirm it was containing rum.
Jack's face went wide-eyed and waved his hands wildly in front of him. "It's not what it looks like!"
"Then what is it then?"
"Well actually…it's exactly what it looks like," the man confessed. "But I can't go six months without rum! I must have me rum. You 'ave to understand."
"I understand…" the Captain smiled thinking she wasn't going to do anything to it. "…but I'm keeping the bottle." And all his hopes were washed away with a few simple words.
"WHAT! First my hat, now this? What are you going to take next, my sword?"
"Actually, that's not a bad idea…" Amy thought out loud.
"You may have took my hat and my rum, but you will never take my sword!" Jack defended the last of his dignity.
"I was kidding Jack. I would never take your sword. You have to have some way to defend yourself besides your pistol. Can you make that face again when you thought I was going to take your sword? You looked so funny," Amy said giggling.
"So now you find it funny when I try to defend the few things I have left? Well laugh all you want, I'm out of here." He stomped away from Amy's bed towards the door.
"Jack, come back here. I'm sorry. Jack, please. Don't leave! I'm sorry!" Amy got out from under her blankets and crawled on top of the bed.
"I'm going back to the pub." Jack left Amy's room full of rage and headed up to the deck.
"Jack, get back here! I'm sorry!" While mumbling about bloody pirates, Amy hoped off her bed and ran up on deck to chase after Jack. "Jack wait!" Amy jogged up on deck and saw Jack nowhere in sight. Jack was standing by the stairs next to her room, waiting for her with a smirk on his face.
"Did you really think I would leave you?" a voice called from behind her. Turning around knowing the voice, there was Jack Sparrow leaning against the railing smirking at the situation. "If I left I would have no place to go. One of Norrington's men would probably come out and kill me."
"Why did you make me go through all of that!"
Jack chuckled quietly and swaggered closer to where Amy was standing. "I wanted to teach ye a lesson. No one ever makes fun of Captain Jack Sparrow and get away with it."
"That was a very mean," she started out "…but a very clever thing you did, Mr. Sparrow."
"Thanks, luv," Jack replied with a grin full of pride on his face.
"I told you not to call me that," Amy spat. Slowly, the ends of her lips curled into a smile and her eyes were begging for trouble. "You know just for that and for that little stunt you pulled back there, you get to wait even longer for your hat and I'm pouring out all the rum in that bottle." She joyfully walked down back to her cabin humming a happy tune, waiting a second for Jack to chase her. After a minute of standing aimlessly, his mind connected with the last thing she said.
"I'm not letting you waste all that rum. Get back here!" said Jack running after Amy. When he entered the room, Amy had already gotten the flask, but had not poured the rum out…yet.
"You will not waste all that rum," the pirate said sternly taking cautious steps toward the woman hold his rum.
"Watch me." Amy walked over to her window and opened it. She unscrewed the top off and held it over the water Jack ran over and tackled her.
"GIVE ME THAT RUM!"
"NO!"
"GIVE IT TO ME!"
"YOU WILL NOT GET THIS RUM!" Amy was trying her hardest to keep the rum away from the pirate Captain. Although Jack was tricky and clever, he did not manage to rescues his flask. After struggling and fighting for several minutes, Amy hit her head on her bedpost.
"Ouch! I hit my head!" Jack released his grip on her and as soon as he did, he wished he hadn't. As soon as Jack let go of Amy, she ran to the window, dumped out most of the rum but left enough for a swig. She then drank the rest of the rum herself and tossed the tiny bottle on the floor.
"That was refreshing. Must have been really expensive."
"IT WAS! IT WAS THE BEST RUM YE COULD BUY AND YOU WASTED IT! You're going to pay for that!" Jack looked around the room until he spotted a bottle of what was most likely perfume on her dresser. He picked it up and held it outside the window.
"JACK SPARROW, DON'T YOU DARE POUR OUT THAT PERFUME! It was really expensive! It took me forever to save enough money to buy that!"
"Ye poured out something I love, now I'm pouring out something you love." He took the cap off the container and poured the perfume out the window.
"You feel so much better now, don't you?" Amy gave Jack the death glare and marched over to a chest in front of her bed and pulled Jack's hat out.
"Let's see how you react when I throw your hat over bored," she said hastily and quickly ran up the stairsto the deck.
"IT'S ONE THING TO TAKE MY RUM, BUT ANOTHER TO TAKE MY HAT!" Jack grabbed a random book off her bookshelf that he noticed before, hoping it was some value to Amy, and followed Amy up on deck.
"You throw my hat over, fine. I'll throw this book over board." Jack walked over to the other side of the deck from where Amy was standing and hung the book over the water. He noticed her face went from anger to worried looking when her eyes reached the object in his hand.
"NO, DON'T DROP THAT! THAT WAS THE LAST THING MY FATHER GAVE ME BEFORE HE DIED! PLEASE DON'T DROP IT!" she pleaded with both her voice and eyes.
"Give me the hat and I'll give ye the book." Amy and Jack were now standing on opposite sides of the deck, each hanging an object over the edge. Both were breathing heavily from running around and pouring things out the window. Amy slowly pulled Jack's hat out from over the water and walked to the center of the deck as Jack did the same.
"Give me the book first," Amy demanded.
"You give me the hat first."
"Who's the trustworthy one here?" the woman pointed out.
"Fine, here's your book." Amy took her book from his hand before he took back what he changed his mind. As Jack was reaching forward to obtain his tri-cornered hat, Amy ran over to the edge and threw it as hard as she could into the ocean.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT? NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET IT!"
"I suggest you get your hat before it sinks, Mr. Sparrow" Amy added teasingly. With one last threatening stare to Amy, Jack ran to the edge and dived into the water to save his hat.
"That was a nice dive you know!" Knowing that Jack was going to come back quickly, Amy ran downstairs into her room and locked the door. Laughing, she staggered to her bed and collapsed. A few minutes later, she heard a noise coming from her bedroom window and went to go look to see what it was.
"YOU CLIMBED UP MY SHIP!" she yelled at Jack.
"How do you think I got on your ship in the first place?" Jack, with his hat, climbed through the window and fell on the floor.
"You're getting water all over my floor! Now I'm going to have to clean it up!"
"That's all you can think about right now is yer bloody floor? What about me? I just dove into the cold water to get my hat and all you can think about is your bloody floor?" Jack protested.
"Fine. Are you ok, Jack?" giving in to his complaint.
"Yes I am, thanks very much. Can I have a towel or somethin' to dry off please?"
"Of course." Amy left her room and came back a minute later with the towels.
"Thank you." The pirate took a towel and began wiping off his face. "Ye know there's a very pretty sunset outside. Would you like to see it?"
"Sure." Amy walked over to the window and looked outside.
"That's not a pretty sunset."
"Are you sure? Keep looking at it." Amy looked harder at the sunset until Jack pushed her through the window and fell into the water. When her head came up, even from the height Jack was, he could tell she was completely pissed off at him. There was a good chance of her trying to kill him.
"YOU PUSHED ME OFF MY OWN SHIP! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! WHEN I GET BACK UP THERE YOU ARE SO DEAD!"
"I'll be up here waiting. Until then, thanks for the towels and goodnight!" Jack said as he closed the window. Outside he could hear Amy screaming and cursing at him. The clever Captain was satisfied on the revenge he got on the girl who messed with his rum, and was now swimming in the water.
"Ah, peace and quiet at last. I wonder were she keeps her rum."
I'm so sorry I haven't updating quickly! But now that break is here, I'm going to be an editing machine! I want to have the rest of this story up as soon as possible so I can get back to working on the sequel. And people…I asked for 5 reviews? I did I get 5 reviews? NO! I got 4. Come one people only 5. Don't make me beg. I might edit faster if I get more reviews….
These last few chapters I have been a total idiot and forgot to thank RENAJAH for being my beta. I love her to death and owe her a lot. She has helped me with this story so much and I keep forgetting to thank her. –smacks self- THANK SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME! I LOVE YOU! You are so awesome and a great person. And one final note, please sign you reviews so I can reply to them. I really do love doing that. Remember, drink rum and review! TA!