Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. I am merely playing with all of Disney's genius characters.
First of all, like always, I want to thank all of my readers for taking the time to look at this. Without readers, a story is like a screen door on a submarine: useless. So thank you! Second of all, I want to apologize for 2 things: the time between posting and the lengths of the chapters. Now that school is in, it's hard to find time to write but I'll do my best. Also, the chapters are going to be shorter but now that I know where I want to go with the story, there's going to be more of them : ) So please enjoy this chapter.
Elizabeth walked back into Jack's cabin an hour later, pleased to see that the bottle was empty. Elizabeth tuned to leave.
"It wasn't as good as rum." Jack said, without even opening his eyes. Elizabeth jumped and spun around to face Jack, who was now propped up on his elbows.
"Jack, you scared me! I thought you were asleep."
"I wish I was, Deary. But this bloody headache is keeping me awake."
Elizabeth frowned, deep in thought.
"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Elizabeth turned and left.
"Couldn't if I wanted to." Jack muttered to no one in particular. Jack looked out the window at the billowing sails of his ship and beyond that, the open sea. He hated being sick, he always had. It was so unnatural for him to sit around and do nothing-that is, without the company of a bottle of rum-and it drove him insane. He wished that he could get up and walk out to the bridge of the Pearl and feel the wind on his face but he was pretty sure that if he did he would probably fall into the sea and maybe worse, face the wrath of Elizabeth. As if on cue, Elizabeth reappeared in Jack's cabin, sporting the bucket that had been sitting by Will's bed. Elizabeth dipped a fresh rag into it and wrung it out. Jack eyed it warily.
"What does it do?" he asked. Elizabeth laughed.
"Relax, Jack. It's just a rag. Lie back."
Jack obeyed and Elizabeth came and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached over and place the cloth so that it was resting just below Jack's bandana.
"It's not doing anything." Jack said.
"It's not supposed to do anything. But doesn't it make your headache feel better?"
Jack didn't want to admit it, but it did. However, he said,
"It makes me feel like a dish, Elizabeth." Jack reached up to try and remove it but Elizabeth caught his hand.
"Leave it be. It'll help your headache and it will also bring down your fever."
Jack tried to reach up again. This time, Elizabeth didn't try to stop him.
"Thank you." Jack felt somewhat victorious, yanking the strip of cloth off his forehead and tossing it back in the bucket. Elizabeth rose to go.
"Okay," she said with an exaggerated sigh. "but I guess that means you don't wan this."
Elizabeth pulled a pouch similar to that of Mr. Gibbs' from her pocket. Elizabeth swung it in front of Jack.
"Gimme!" he said, reaching for it but Elizabeth pulled it out of his range. She look at the bucket, at Jack and back to the bucket. Jack sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing his victory was now becoming a defeat.
"Oh, fine." He grumbled. Elizabeth smiled as she watched Jack half-heartedly wring out the cloth and slap in on his face.
"Happy? Now give me the rum." Jack said, the rag covering his eyes. Elizabeth handed over the rum.
"Keep it there, Jack. Otherwise there'll be no more rum." Elizabeth warned. Jack paid no attention, his entire focus on that first sip of rum.
Please, review! Pretty please, with Jack Sparrow on top!
Oh…and one last note…if you've been paying attention, you'll have noticed that each chapter is a quote from the movies. If you can think of a really good quote you think I might be able to use, please let me know! I'll give credit where due, of course : )