Everything was spinning round and round in tight circles. Or was I the one spinning? I wasn't sure and I didn't care. Nothing had been funnier.

"You're a silly man!" I told Jack when he fell over by the fire. Were my words running together? I didn't seem to be in control of them anymore.

"That's not very nice," he said.

"Neither is Barbossa, but he doesn't have sand between his toes!" I shouted.

"Do you have sand between you're toes?" asked Jack. "'Cause I have sand between my toes!"

"That's cause you're silly, silly!" I hiccoughed. He laughed. I frowned at him, "I want more rum!"

"But you haven't finished that one," he pointed to the bottle in my hand. I squinted at it, but it wouldn't stay in focus. Was it the bottle I'd always had or was it a new one? Alarm bells rang dimly, how many had I had?

"No," I shook my head, "No, this is empty silly. Look!" I tipped the bottle upside down and watched the rum pour out. "Oh, well it's finished now."

"What a waste!" Jack huffed. "You're not allowed another one!"

"But we've got more -hic- more ones!" I pointed to the huge pile of bottles.

"Wow, yeah we do have a lot!" Jack stared at them. He swayed on the spot. "How many is that?"

"Hundreds."

"How many hundreds?"

"Hundreds of hundreds!" I said wisely.

"That's very much!" he said.

"Very, very much," I nodded in agreement. I swayed and fell over. Jack caught me, but overbalanced and we landed in a heap on the sand.

"Let's sing a song," he said. "'Lizabeth can join in too."

"No!" I said standing up and staggering off.

"Why?" he called after me.

"'Cause I'm going to be sick!" I said. And I was.

***

I stayed very still with my eyes shut tight. My head was throbbing. I was in so much pain I almost didn't smell the smoke. I opened my eyes. The light was so bright they burned. What the hell had happened? I sat up slowly. My eyes focused on Elizabeth who was throwing things on a fire.

She noticed me. "Isabel!" she said sending a spasm of pain through my brain. "You're finally awake."

"Stop shouting," I whispered my voice hoarse.

"I'm not," she replied. I groaned.

"What happened?" I asked. A loud snore drew my attention to the man lying next to me. Jack was lying a few inches away, his face turned towards me, his hand outstretched. "Oh God! We didn't…"

"You got drunk, were sick, and went for a swim in the sea, we sang songs before you fell asleep too, and, erm… you 'moonbathed', but I promise that was it."

"How do you moonbathe?" I asked. She shrugged. "I don't know, you were lying down, but you were very adamant that you were 'moonbathing'."

"I see," I said, "I don't remember any of that. I remember I was sick. Were you… I mean, did you…?"

"I didn't have half as much to drink as you did, but I was a little tipsy, yes," she said.

"Oh God!" I moaned, clutching my head and standing up.

"I have to say your dance was quite impressive," she smirked.

"Oh God, what dance?"

"Well, it was less of a dance, more of you waving your arms around like a lunatic, but it was very funny."

"Oh shut up!" I moaned. She laughed. "Don't laugh so loudly!" I complained. I finally focused on what she was doing. "Why are you burning the rum?"

"I'm making a signal so that we can escape thin godforsaken island," she paused. "And if it doesn't work do you really want to have another night like last night of another morning like this one?"

"Nope," I said moving to help her, my head throbbed on agreement.

It was quite good fun, throwing rum onto the fire. The smell and bits of ash floating around made it very uncomfortable, but the bang and explosion were quite good to watch. The smoke rose higher and higher into the air. I was aware that the dreaded moment where Jack woke up and discovered the fate of his beloved rum was inching ever nearer.

Sure enough the worried shout of, "What are you doing?" announced Jack was awake. He did not look happy, "You've burned the food, the shade… the rum!"

"Yes, the rum is gone!" Elizabeth threw one of the last remaining barrels on.

"But why is the rum gone?" Jack asked desperately. Elizabeth rounded on him.

"One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels..."

Or women, I thought sheepishly.

"Two," Elizabeth continued, "That signal is over a thousand feet high, the entire Royal Navy is out looking for us, do you really think there is a chance that they could miss it?"

"But why is the rum gone?" Jack repeated himself. He seemed to be in a state of shock. Elizabeth turned away from him and sat down.

"Give it one hour, maybe two," she told him, "keep a weather eye open and you will see white sails on that horizon."

Jack pulled out his gun, but thought better of it and put it away. He stormed off muttering to himself. Elizabeth sat there in silence for a few moments as I watched Jack walk away.

"Go after him, Izzy," she said, "he'll need calming down."

I grabbed the last bottle of rum and tore off after Jack. He had walked quite quickly and when I caught up with him he turned and screamed, "WELL IT BLOODY IS NOW!!" in my face. He looked at me, as startled as I was.

"Oh," he said. "I didn't know you were going to be there."

"Um, I brought you this," I held out the bottle of rum I'd saved. He picked me up and spun me round.

"You're an angle!" he said. "I might kiss you!"

That worried my slightly. "Please don't." I said, but my words were drowned by his laughter. He planted a kiss on my forehead and popped my back down on the sand. He took a swig of rum.

"You truly are the most amazing person I've ever met," he said, then he offered the bottle to me. "Want some?"

"No thanks."

"Are you sure? I didn't hear you objecting last night."

"I don't think James would be very happy if I repeated last night," I said.

"He's not here."

"Are you sure about that?" I nodded out to sea. The Dauntless was approaching the island.

"Bloody hell," Jack muttered and took a longer swig of rum.