A/N: Ok so I updated faster than I thought I would, compliments of TETC, for whom I also have a message.
THE DVD'S! MY FREAKING LOST DVD'S!
Thank you and enjoy the chapter (god I sound like a movie theater host)
Jack didn't bother to try and follow me, and for once he was thinking logically. If he had come within three feet of me I probably would have cracked open his thick skull with coconuts.
It wasn't the first time Jack had done something stupid that pissed me off. I picked up a stick and sat down, drawing figures in the sand while I reminisced back to that day. It was getting closer to winter and the days were getting a bit chillier, especially at night.
Jack was never good at fishing or doing much to supply food or gold for the crew, but he did keep them well paid, particularly with the rum. Well late at night, Jack had gotten far too drunk and he could barely hold the wheel steady. I gently nudged him toward his cabin for him to go lay off.
He leaned against the railing and puked, and spotted something.
"Oy mate! I sees treasure, yeah a big blooming chest of treasure." He slurred pointing drunkenly down at the water.
To humor him, I went beside him and looked where he was pointing. Obviously there was nothing there and he was just seeing things.
"We have to keep moving Jack." I told him easily.
He grabbed the front of my shirt and got down on his knees.
"No, no, we've gots to get the treasure. I wants that treasure." He begged.
I shook my head and pried his fingers off of my shirt. As I turned back to the wheel, he grabbed the back of my shirt and actually tossed me overboard. When I climbed back up on the ship, Jack had passed out on the floor.
"Hey love, want some rum?" Jack asked, snapping me back into reality.
"After you tossed me overboard with how drunk you got no thanks!"
"Come on mate, one won't hurt."
"Your right Jack. Give me the bottle." I said smoothly.
He slid the bottle into my hand.
"Come sit beside me." I begged.
He sat down to my left and I touched his shoulder so I could see where his head was and I smashed the bottle on his head.
"Drunken idiot." I muttered and stormed off, leaving him where he was.
I continued on down the beach until Elizabeth halted me before I walked into the ocean on the edge of the beach.
"Late at night I'm going to get Jack so drunk he'll pass out. Then I'm going to build a signal using the rum. I need you to help me. I've got to get to Will." She informed me.
"Good luck with that mate." I replied bitterly sitting down on the sand.
"You know what; you're just another one of them!" She snapped. "It's not that you don't want to help me, it's just that you can't because-"
"Because I'm blind! Is that what you think! Look what they did to me Elizabeth that burnt my arms with wax; they whipped my back several times. Would you want to go back to that?" I commented, rising up just like my voice.
"WILL NEEDS MY HELP! YOU'RE SELFISH!"
"SHUT UP!" I screamed at her.
"What's going on here ladies?" Jack came back again.
"Just, leave me alone."
I made my way around the beach, by feeling where the water was and staying away from it. Finally I stopped and just stood still, like time had suddenly frozen. And then I broke down into tears.
One thing I had never done in my lifetime, cried. I sat down once more and pulled my legs up to my chest, burying my head in-between them. I had held back the urge to cry for so long, it felt so good to finally let loose.
But I also felt like I would never be able to stop. Everything had gone wrong, and I didn't know what to do anymore. Well, there was one option. I pulled off my boots and my socks and slowly waded out into the water.
I barely made it ankle deep before Jack was dragging me back on the beach. He was yelling at me, telling me I was being stupid and irrational. Telling me this island had everything that we needed to survive on it.
But I was barely listening; I was trapped in my own little sense of insecurity. I hated Jack now, but I wanted him to hold me like he did when I was young. Cradle me in his arms when I had nightmares and tell me everything was going to be ok.
Jack had stopped yelling, and I was still crying. I tried to do it as quietly as possible, but a tear stained face is hard to cover up. He hugged me and told me it was alright. And then he was gone, vanished like he had when he was marooned.
Jack and Elizabeth were singing hours later, both of them seemingly drunk (you can tell which one wasn't.) But I didn't join the festivities; I just pulled my legs closer to my chest and fell asleep.
A/N: Sorry about the short pointless chapter. Verrrry sorry it was so short! But I'm tired and I'm going to bed soon. R&R anyway!
Love ya!
-16aqua
