Author's Comment: Sorry the new chapter came in a bit late today, I'll try to make up for it by making another and puting it up tonight. I really do have a good explanation for it really... Ridiculous but good. It seems that Capn' Sparrow cannot be followed so easily in his drinking. Yesterday when I attended a party I had made myself comfortable with a bottle of Brugal (The Caribbean's so called best rum) and said to myself: "I wonder how Jack feels, it would sure help me out alot with his character to get drunk with rum!" Yes, stupidity, (although I have gotten drunk more than once, rum being once) I ended up throwing very loose comments at people there, and even told someone they had "a pretty ass" which they nicely replied "err...thanks." I then awoke this morning with the feeling of a "dead rat" in my stomach, and then swayed quite unsteadily to breakfast which I then said: "Oooh, that's why he walks that way..."

Replies: I'm really glad you're all enjoying this as much as I am, and I'm relieved to know I haven't OOCed anywhere. Teague and some of the bretheren may be a bit of a challenge though, considering the movies don't really have much on their personalities as of yet. Ah, and thankyou Brooklynn for the tip, I changed it paragraph wise for the easiest reading. Bit hard doing all this on me onsies now, so thanks luv.

Really Bad Eggs

"Bugger…" was all Jack could say as the swirl of cloud above them had finally formed into a darkenning storm. Thunder lit the sky as Jack swayed his way towards the wheel.

"Tighten those ropes! Bring up that sail! Get moving ya' good fer nothin' scallywags!" Jack hoarsely strained above the storm. Four grubbied men scattered across the deck at his commanding tone, drenched from the now pouring rain. Jack strangely, seemed very calm.

Elizabeth watched with admiration at how well he had taken the role of captain. She silently marvelled at how easily his usual drunken state was pushed aside, she was also puzzled at why she had not noticed this side of him before. "A man of respect, discipline, whit…"

"'Ello you…" Jack said to himself in earshot of Elizabeth before she heard the familiar 'pop' and sudden gulp of rum.

"…a man of rum." Suddenly, a very large wave reared itself a short distance away from the ship. Elizabeth as well as Mr. Gibbs stared in terror, preparing themselves for the worst.

"Capn!"

"Jack!"

"Elizabeth!" Jack yelled, suddenly grasping her by the waste with both arms and tackling her away from the center of the tremendous wave. Dark waters poured over her head, and for a moment all that filled her ears was the muffled sound of swirling water. The whirling salted waters stung her eyes and began to fill her nose and mouth. She choked, but was then hoisted up above the water as she grasped the strong arms in response.

"Jack!" she gasped in distress above the rising storm, grasping his neck tightly out of fear and the need to stay afloat. Jack gargled and choked under her clinging to him, desperately flapping his arms through the uneasy waters.

"Some pirate king you are!" Jack mocked, spitting water as he spoke. "Just hold on tight then, an' dun let go o' me savvy?!?" Elizabeth nodded, nervously tightenning her grip around him. Jack gasped, choking under her once again.

"Not that bloody tight!" he yelled.

"Jack!?!" Elizabeth strained above the storm, pointing before them.

"Whot?!?" Jack questionned, turning to the direction she had pointed to. A tremendously large wave rose high above them, leaving them in a shadow as it towered ahead.

"…Oh." Jack finally commented, his dark eyes widenning in surprise. Jack then grunted, taking a deep breath and diving underneath the very heart of the wave. Elizabeth gasped as he flung her and himself underwater as they heard the muffled crack of wood and the desperate moving of their own bodies. The salt once again burned her eyes as darkness surrounded them.

"Peanuts… and such a pretty boat. Tha's a nice big, biiig bottle o' rum deary. Whot say who? You're not the first to say... I'm quite the charming devil. Knew you'd come along luv, couldn't resist could you darling? Oy, not so rough now… easy does it… Wha'd you say luv?"

"Squueeee squueeeek!"

"Come again?"

"Wheeee squeeee!"

"Whot-OW!" Jack grasped his ear in pain, his glance following a small furry rat-like animal scurring away. The noise caused a mumble from a body next to him, nuzzling her warm face in his lap.

"Five more mintues father…" grumbled Elizabeth's voice, "…really bad dream. Smelly bad eggs…"

"Wakeywakey deary." Jack slurred hoarsely whispering in her ear. Elizabeth's eyes openned slightly and then closed.

"No no Jack… The eggs… really bad eggs…"

Jack grinned mischievusly, "No eunichs here luv." His face just a breath away from the back of her head. Elizabeth turned and openned her eyes, slowly coming to the realization that he was very very close.

"Jack?" she questionned, eyeing the man intently. Jack only brought his face closer to hers.

"Like I said luv, no bad eggs here."

Her eyes widenned when she realized that she was nestled very comfortably on his lap, and that he hovered so close to her, blatently shirtless. She rolled away hurriedly before she anxiously sat up, a bright color slowly rising to her cheeks. She sat in horror, realizing Jack lacked everything but his pants and she wore nothing but her under-dressings.

"We're alive!" she exclaimed victoriously, patting herself down in disbelief.

"Are we not?"

"And we're on a ship!"

"Apparently…"

Her eyes wandered to his sun-kissed body, his bare muscles toned and smooth from the demands of ships. She gazed at the many tatoos marking his chest and arms, and the familiar scars which he had so readily shown her in the past.

"My clothes, your clothes, your things! We have to go find them!"

"Does that scratch out the eggs then?" Jack questionned hopefully.

"Jack!" Elizabeth yelled in outrage and disgust.

"Elizabeth!" Jack remarked, mockingly mimicking her high tone.

"…Captains…" came a voice from across the room, causing the two to turn to its direction. A royally dressed captain stood before the doorway, gently caressing a plump rodent within his hands.

"Bienvenidos! I hope you enjoy your stay on my ship."

Villanueva grinned, his rodent "squeeing" under his touch. Elizabeth cautiously grasped Jack's hand as Jack merely stared at the rodent, his lip curling in dislike.