Title - It's hard to find a friend
Chapter title - Drinkers instinct
Author - OblivionsGarden
Disclaimer - I do not in any way shape or form own anything to do with pirates of the Caribbean. I do however own Frankie and Effy and anything that they do and most things they say, although they do occasionally tend to steal lines for their own amusement.
-C.11-
Effy's Pov -
"STOP BLOWING HOLES IN MY SHIP!"
I coughed, pointing to the broken door when Jack turned. He smiled in thanks and pulled me along, out of the brig. I grimaced, knowing exactly where Jack was going to end up and because I was going with him. Whether I was forced or not.
After forcing me to accompany to the Interceptor and then after the monkey, we were now back on the Pearl, Will having ensured Elizabeth's 'freedom.' Frankie, the bitch, hadn't looked at me once.
Elizabeth was already swimming to shore and Jack, talking to Barbossa. I on the other hand was panicking. I had to go with Jack to the island but I had a little problem. I can't actually swim.
"Jack." I whispered.
"Last time you left me a pistol with one shot."
"Jack." Nothing. "Jack bloody Sparrow."
"Seems the lass be needin' ye' Jack."
I stared wide eyed at Barbossa. Shit. I shook my head with a fake smile.
"She's scared." Frankie appeared at Barbossa side.
"And why's that, love?"
"Shut the hell up Frankie." Oh god. Please don't say it.
"She can't swim."
I didn't move. Jack snapped his head around to stare anxiously at me.
Barbossa swaggered forward, tucking Jack's effects into my belt. I was lifted onto the plank and urged forward.
"A pirate lass that can't swim." Barbossa chuckled to himself. Shakily, I turned to Frankie.
"Hey Frankie...see you in the locker." The look of panic on her face was enough to satisfy me for now and so I stepped away from my only support. My eyes closed involuntarily as I was submerged in water. My arms and legs were flailing uselessly, trying to stay afloat until I eventually felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and start to pull me up wards. When we broke the surface I coughed and turned to see Jack swimming us back to shore.
"Thank you." I smiled. "Is this becoming a habbit? Saving girls from drowning." He chuckled but didn't reply.
Once we got onto the sand I pulled Jack's arm from my waist and took a step away from him. It wasn't that I didn't like having his arm around me, it was the heat. The sun was blistering and having his body heat added to that was unbearable.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship."
I handed Jack his effects, leaving him to talk to Lizzie whilst I tried to find his rum stash. Harder than it looks. I had no idea how many steps he took, which trees he knocked on or in which direction he went. Luckily though, the dull sound of footfalls on sand changed to a thud of boots on wood. Smugly victorious I swiped the sand away, pulled up the hatch and made my way down. I picked up the first bottle I came to and shrugged. I can handle absinthe, whiskey and sambooka, how band can rum be? I took a large gulp. Not bad, not bad at all. It was extremely strong and burnt it's way down my throat but the after taste is glorious. I could hear Jack's voice and so I grabbed two more bottle, went back up to the Beach and handed them to him and Elizabeth.
"How'd you know about this place?" He frowned.
I shrugged. "Drinkers instinct."
He frowned again before that world famous smirk formed on his lips. He held out his bottle in one hand and I clinked mine against it.
"Cheers." We grinned in unison.
Elizabeth groaned. "Oh for the love of god!"