Disclaimer: I won nothing. But Dead Man's chest comes out in 18 days!

A Bet, Some Rum, And a Wedding
Chapter 28: The Choice

Amy had just changed out of her dress into a white shirt and a pair of dark brown pants in her small dressing room. She picked up the red ribbon she stole from Anamaria and used it to tie her hair in a ponytail. "I really should have burned this thing." Amy smiled as she remembered the pointless little game she and Jack played right before she feel asleep on the last night they were together.

"This ribbon does not make me look like a ten year old. It makes me look like I'm sixteen. " She picked up the coat that was on the small chair in her room and put it on. Amy grabbed the dress that she was wearing and stuffed it in a bag, which she stole from Anamaria also. She threw the bag over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. She made a small sad sigh before she placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the door. When she looked up, she was surprised at what she saw and jumped back.

"Hello!" everyone said in unison. The whole crew of the Black Pearl was there, except for Jack. The only person that she really wanted to see.

"Oh my god! What are you guys doing here?"

"Just came by to say hello," said Gibbs who walked up behind her.

"Thanks you guys. It's so nice to see you all again! I hope you haven't been doing too badly. I know how Jack has been treating you. Are you all doing alright?" The crew all started talking at the same time and she couldn't understand what they were saying. From what she could hear out of all the rambling, most of the crew was doing fine but Jack was still working them to their limits. She smiled and signaled for them to stop talking.

"I'll take that as a yes. Where's Jack?"

"He left," said Gibbs.

"Oh. Well…it was really nice seeing you all again. Hopefully you can come back before you leave without Jack knowing. When are you leaving?" The crew all started talking at the same time again and still couldn't understand what they were saying.

"We're most likely leaving in a few days," Gibbs answered for everyone.

"Maybe you'll have time to come back here before you leave."

"Depends on Jack."

"Oh right…Jack. Well I'm sorry, but I really must be going. It was so nice seeing you all again. And thank you for coming to see me. Hope you all can sneak away from Jack. Goodbye!" The crew yelled back goodbye as Amy started to walk away but was stopped by Gibbs' hand on her shoulder.

"Take care of yourself." Amy nodded back as Gibbs patted her on the shoulder. She waved back to the crew and walked out into the main bar area. As she was walking towards the door she noticed a few of the men staring at her realizing that she was the singer. Most of the men smiled or winked at her. A few even whistled. She just kept looking straightforward towards the exit trying to ignore the men.

'I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job…'

Jack's POV

"Damn Gibbs! Why didn't he tell me she was here?" Jack pushed the door to his room open and slammed it hard behind him."Now she knows I'm here." Jack took a bottle out from his rum cabinet and jumped onto his bed. He opened the bottle and brought it up to his mouth but something stopped him from drinking it.

"She probably hates me. Couldn't blame her. Has every reason to. But now she knows I'm here. What happens if she sees me? Will she run up and try to kill me or just ignore me? How can she forgive me for what I did to her? I should have believed her. And now look what I did. Here I am drinking rum until I knock myself out every night, all because of Harry. Harry. I swear the next time I see him will walk right up to him and shoot him square in the head. Thanks to him, I've been miserable and using up all my rum too fast. Hope he goes to hell. Rum can't solve all my problems. But right now it can. Bloody hell I'm to drink till I get knocked out again. I don't care if it won't solve anything! I'll just forget this whole thing! Even if it's only for one night!" Jack started drinking his rum and finished that bottle. He took another bottle out and opened it soon to be followed by many more bottles.

Amy's POV

"What I am I going to do about this?" Amy slammed the door behind her and fell onto her bed."Jack knows I'm here. And I know he's here. Well, actually I already knew that, but still. I don't know what I'm going to do about this. I mean I don't know if I can I even face him in person. After what I did to him, I don't know if I can. I really hurt him. What would I say? Would he even be able to talk to me in the first place? I wouldn't blame him if he hates me. I never should have kissed Harry. It's all my fault." Amy snuggled into her pillows and stared up at the ceiling.

"I never should have led Harry on. I should have pushed him away faster. I knew I should have stayed with Jack that night. I had a strange feeling that night that something was going to happen. And now look where I am. I have a degrading job and amiserable life. And I lost the man I loved. And he doesn't even know! Maybe I should go find him. No. If I look for him I'll make a fool of myself. But it might be the only chance I ever have of making things right. No, I can't go after him. If he really loves me, he should come and find me. But he might be too proud and stubborn to look for me even though he wants to. No! I can't go look for him! He probably doesn't even feel the same way about me. He's a pirate. Pirates can't love. What would make Jack any different? And even if he did, he wouldn't show it. But he did act like…NO! I'm not going to go after a man who might not even love me!" Amy took the ribbon out of her hair and kicked off her boots.

"I need some rum..."

Jack's POV

"Jack, ye awake?" Gibbs knocked on Jack's door and waited for an answer. He heard no reply so he opened the door and walked in. There was Jack Sparrow, lying on his bed still in the same clothes as last night with an empty rum bottle in his hand and many more on the floor.

"Jack, it's morning. Jack!" Jack suddenly shot up with his eyes halfway open.

"It didn't do it! What? Where I am?"

"How much rum did ye have last night?" Jack yawned and opened his eyes wider. He looked at the rum bottle in his hand and then looked at the many on the floor.

"Apparently a lot. What time is it?"

"About eleven."

"I was out for longer than I thought."

"What did ye do last night?"

"Besides drinking, I did some thinking."

" 'Bout Amy?"

"Yes, about her."

"What are you doing to do?"

"I decided to wait until today to figure it out. Last night I just wanted to forget everything. And it looks like I did."

"Well last night is over, so it' time to think 'bout it. Go talk to her."

"Why should I?"

"Ye love her. What other reason do ya need?"

"Maybe because she broke my god damn heart in Tortuga."

"What did she do?"

"Well she didn't do anything. It was all Harry's fault. But I was too stubborn to believe her. She tired to tell me the truth but I didn't listen."

"What was she trying to tell ye?"

"The point is…she tried to tell me something that was true but I didn't believe it so I left. Of course then I realized she was telling the truth after I left, but then it was too late."

"So go tell her that you're sorry."

"It's not that simple."

"What makes it complicated?"

"It's what she did…or what Harry did?"

"Well it's not like he kissed her or anything right?" Jack was silent."Did he?" Gibbs asked.

"YES HE DID ALRIGHT!"

"I see."

"So that's why I have been pissed off ever since we left Tortuga, alright? Now ye know."

"What did she try to tell you?"

"She told me, numerous times I should add, that she only thought of Harry as a brother and will never see him anything more than that. That is was Harry who kissed her and she didn't want anything to do with it."

"And ye didn't believe her?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"I don't know why. If I knew why, don't ya think I would have done something by now? It probably is because I was so angry with Harry. I swear I will be the death of him."

"Jack, are ye sorry that you didn't believe her?"

"Yes."

"And do ye still love her?"

"Yes."

"Well then go tell her that."

"Ye don't expect me to just walk right up to her and say 'I'm sorry and oh, I love ye by the way'?"

"Maybe not exactly like that, but yes. Jack look…ye have one shot. If ye don't say anything to her before we leave, she will never forgive ya. And if you try again later, she won't listen. If ye love her, then go after her. The least ye should do is tell her that you're sorry. If ye don't want things to be like this forever, then you must do something now. If ye don't take this chance, you'll never get it back. Don't lose it." Gibbs nodded at Jack and left the room.

"Since when did he become an expert on these things?" Jack thought about what he said. He had one shot… and that was it. He wanted to ignore this right now and decide later. He needed to forget about her. Stop thinking about all the trouble she had caused. He tossed the empty rum bottle on the floor to join the others, and stood up from his bed. His head quickly got dizzy but went away just as fast. He walked over to his bookshelf and pulled out a book. He was going to plan out a new route to Port Royal from here. Something to take his mind off of her. He opened the book and noticed something fell out of it and landed on the floor. He picked it up and saw it was an envelope labeled Walter.

"That's interesting…"

Amy's POV

"My head is killing me." She moaned and forced herself to roll over so she was now on her back."The one bloody day I actually wanted the sun to wake me up, it's cloudy! The sun hates me. Well you know what? I hate the sun. I hate light. I hate my bed. I hate rum. Well, not really. Oh I don't really give a shit right now! I bloody hate everything!" Amy slowly pulled herself up and dangled her feet over the side of the bed.

"What time is it?" She forced her eyes opened at waited for them to focus. She looked over at her nightstand at the clock. It was already one o'clock."It's one already! Have I really been out that long? Doesn't matter. It's not like I was going to do anything today." Amy looked at her floor and saw many empty rum bottles lying on the floor.

"Do I have any left?" Amy pulled out a box from under her bed where she kept all her rum and saw that it was empty."Guess I'm going to have to get more." Amy pushed the box back under her bed and quickly sat up. All at once she felt the blood rushing to her head and started to feel dizzy. Having a hangover didn't help much either.

"Stupid bloody rum. No. Stupid bloody affects of rum. Rum itself isn't stupid." Amy fell back onto her pile of pillows and stared up at the ceiling. She wasn't going to be doing anything for a while. Almost instantly the one thought that she had been trying to forget about came rushing back to her. Jack.

"Ah yes, Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack. It's all his bloody fault I got drunk last night. And now I have a hangover. If he hadn't gone to the pub last night, I never would have saw him, and then I wouldn't have started thinking about him, and then I wouldn't have gotten drunk. Why did he come into the pub anyway? You think after Gibbs told him that I was there…or maybe he didn't tell him. He didn't tell Jack that I was here! That's why he was just as surprised as me when I saw him! I just figured that Gibbs would have told him. But he knew that if Jack knew that I was here he wouldn't have come. I can't believe it! This isn't like Gibbs. He's trying to get Jack and me together! He probably figured out that I loved him. He knows too much about me. That's what I get for knowing him all my life. But this! What is he going to do next? Is he going to come find me and tell me to go talk to Jack? Or make Jack come see me? He might even come speak on his behalf! The nerve of that man! I know he's just trying to help, but he shouldn't interfere with our lives. And if Jack really loves me, he'll come and find me himself, on his own free will. I am not going to go after Jack! He might not even love me! If he wants my love, he's going to have to work of it. He needs to show it first. And that's that. I have made up my mind. I am not going after Jack. And if he tries to talk to me, I'm not going to listen! Now I'm starting to get hungry so I'm going to get some food." Amy slowly sat back up, make sure not to have another dizzy spell and got off the bed. She walked over to her vanity and her brush to quickly brush the hair out of her face. She brushed her hair and placed the brush back down on top of her vanity. When she looked up, she caught a glimpse of the necklace Jack had given her around her neck. She fingered the outline of the star and remembered the letter that Jack had wrote her. That was the letter that gave her hope that Jack might love her. She could always come to him. He did care about her. The feeling of anger was wiped away from her mind and was replaced by a smile.

"Ok fine. If he does talk to me, I'll listen. But I am not going after him. Nothing will be able to change my mind on that. He's going to have to come after me all on his own. Now I am really hungry and I want some food. I think I'm in the mood for apples."

Jack's POV

Jack sat on his bed staring at the letter he had found earlier that day. He had not opened it. He figured that it was from Amy, since he didn't recognize the handwriting and she was the only person to call him Walter. And that's what made him stop from opening it. He was afraid of what he would find. Yes, for the first time in his life, Jack Sparrow was afraid. He was afraid of having his heart broken…again. He didn't want to go through it again. Didn't want to experience all the pain again. If he went through that again, he didn't know what he would do. Jack continued to stare at the letter on is desk when someone was knocking at the door.

"Come in Gibbs." Gibbs opened the door and walked in.

"How'd ya know it was me?"

"Yer the only one who ever comes in here."

"That's because the rest of the crew is scared to come in here. Dinner is ready."

"Bring it here."

"Another lonely night?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"Is this how you are going to live the rest of your life? Are you just going to sit around by yourself everyday and get drunk?"

"Well…no…"

"Jack, go talk to Amy. Do yourself the favor. If you let this chance pass you by, you'll never forgive yourself. Don't let it happen to you. She's performing tonight, in case ye want to know. I'll bring yer dinner." Gibbs shook his head at Jack and walked out of the room. He looked back at the envelope on his desk and sighed. He gather up all his courage and picked up the envelope and started to break the seal…

Gibbs was carrying Jack's food on a tray and was about to open the door when suddenly the door flew open. Jack came stepping out into the hallway with his coat and a small smile.

"Won't be needing the food Gibbs. I'm going out."

"Where are ya going?"

"I'm going to take that last shot."

One more chapter down, three more to go. And for those who have never read my story before, you shall get a surprise visit from the Rabid Chickens of Tortuga. MWHAHAHAHA -evil laugh- Anyway, thanks for the reviews! Keep on sending them. Ta!