A/N: sorry for the delay on this story, I got caught up in my other ones. I am done with this one and I'm working on the spinoff, so review and I might keep posting (;o) ;o) )

Here's the chappy where Jack gets me drunk!

Disclaimer: don't own it. Except for the rum!

"Keira, love, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Don't call me love you little--"

"No need to get nasty lass." He interrupted. "Just trying to cheer you up."

"Well, nothing you do is going to work, so you might as well forget about it."

"It's not so bad lass."

"Yeah, easy for you to say. You're made up."

"I prefer the term, 'figment of the imagination'. Sounds better. Savvy?"

"No. I don't savvy. Savvy?" I said, burying head in my arms. I heard Jack walk across the room and join me at the table. I could feel him watching me, trying to figure out what I was thinking.

"Love?"

"What?" I said, slowly lifting my head to glare at him. He called me love again.

"Let's go for a boat ride." Jack suggested. "The ocean always helps me relax."

"We aren't on an ocean."

"Well, a lake will work too." he said. I thought about it for a moment and figured it wouldn't hurt. I raised my head all the way up.

"Okay, sure. Why not?"

"Great. After you love." he said standing and extending his arm toward the door.

"Thank you Captain." I said, opening the door.

"You're welcome love." he said, following me out.

We went down to the dock and I lowered the lift again. I climbed in after getting the keys and Jack climbed in next. I started the boat and pulled out of the lift. After a few laps, I stopped and dropped anchor in the middle of the lake.

"Ah, now see, you're relaxed already." Jack said. "And I have just the thing to complete this ride." he reached into his deep pockets and retrieved two bottles of rum.

"Where did you get that?"

"Let's just say it was a matter of leverage."

"Who did you bribe?"

"I didn't bribe anyone, I gave Barbossa something he wanted and he got me these." Jack said. He handed me one of the bottles and I stared at it thoughtfully. I'd never drank in my life, but hey, when Captain Jack Sparrow offers you some rum, how can you pass that up, right? I opened the bottle, swished it around a little, then took a drink. "Whatever you do, don't breathe in." Jack warned. But his warning came too late, and I choked when I took my drink. "I told ye not to inhale love."

"Thanks for the warning." I coughed.

"Anytime love." Jack said. Being much more careful this time, I took another swig.

"It's strong."

"Aye, maybe to you love, but it's naught but water to a true pirate." Jack said.

"Welcome to the 21st century Captain."

"Aye, my time is so much simpler." he said, unscrewing the top from his bottle.

"To the eighteenth century." I toasted.

"To simpler times." Jack countered. We both drank deeply from the bottles then sat back and stared at the horizon, the sunset in the west, the reflection of the sky in the water. It was beautifully perfect. I could almost picture myself on the ocean. Down in the Caribbean aboard the Black Pearl. Smiling I took another sip, then decided to get back to shore before I got too drunk. So I raised anchor and turned back towards home.

Everything was going great until we got to the dock. Ten feet from the lift, the throttle stuck, and I couldn't un-jam it in time. It wouldn't stop, and I couldn't turn.

"What are you doing?! No! Stop! Not good! Not good!" Jack yelped. The boat ran full speed into the dock, knocking out the supports from under it. The dock plunged into the water and my dad's precious speedboat was ruined. The whole front end was demolished, and Jack, thinking we were going to sink, grabbed onto me, threw me into the water, dived in after me and drug me to shore.

"Ye almost drowned! It's a good thing I was with to save ye."

"Jack! The water is three feet deep at the end of the dock. I wasn't drowning! Oh God! I am so grounded!" I said, staring in horror at the ruins of the boat.

"At least the rum is safe." Jack said.

"You saved the rum?" I asked.

"Aye, of course I did love. Why let perfectly good rum go to the bottom of the ocean?--lake!"

"You saved. The rum." I repeated.

"Yes, here. You look like ye need it more than I do." Jack said, handing me the bottle. I opened it again and took a deep breath.

"Really bad eggs." I muttered, taking a sip. "Drink up me 'earties yo ho."