It's Watery Grave

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Barbossa and Jack fought, back and forth since we had been on board. I was constantly being tugged in every direction as Jack refused to let go of my waist"Trim that sail!" Commanded Barbossa "Trim that sail," Echoed Jack, "Slack windward brace and sheet, haul the pennant line!" Barbossa shouted again being echoed by Jack the whole time. "What are you doing?" Asked Barbossa, "What are you doing?" Asked Jack,  this went back and forth until Jack burst out with "Captain give orders on the ship," 

"The captain of the ship is giving orders," Barbossa said, "It's my ship, makes me captain," Jack argued, "They be my charts," Barbossa said, "That makes you... chart man!" Jack argued, "It does actually make you navigator," I said standing next to them both, "See," Jack had a satisfied smile on his face, "Stow it! The lot of you! That's an order! Understand?!" Pintell yelled at all of us. We stood there in disbelief for a moment and I started pretending to look around "Hang on one second. I'm just looking for where you found the audacity to speak to your captain and first mate like that," I said. "Sorry, I just thought with the captain issue in doubt, I'd throw in my name for consideration, sorry," He apologised again stepping out of the way and allowing them to nearly wrestle each other up the steps to the helm. Barbossa pulled out his telescope and scanned the horizon. Jack smirked cockily at him and pulled out his much smaller telescope, looking disappointed when it wasn't as big. "I guess size really does matter," I joked chuckling when I received a look from Jack. Jack waddled away in shame. "For the record, you aren't the captain," I added to Barbossa earning a glare. A fog settled as night fell. There were no stars like before the locker only fog and darkness that stretched on for miles. The clouds looked angry and serious. The day had been slow and boring, Tia Dalma eventually told us to sleep while we could. I wandered into Jack's cabin to say goodnight only to find Barbossa sitting at the desk instead. "Barbossa. Out." I said holding the door open. "Captain gets the captain's cabin," he said. "I know so why are you here?" I sassed walking over to him. "You aren't immortal anymore Barbossa," I said cocking my flintlock at his head. He put his hands up in defence and slowly backed out of the cabin glaring at me as he went. Jack walked in as he left "What was he doing in my Cabin?" Jack asked nonchalantly as he walked in and yawned. "He thought he had the right to be here," I muttered lowly. "I came to say goodnight," I said louder, before walking to the door. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Jack asked playfully. "What might that be?" I asked turning around to be met with Jack directly in front of me. He looked down and me and kissed me again. "We are a little item now, you sleep in here," He said afterwards. That's when I heard Elizabeth's screeching. Will was pulling her away from the side  of the ship, "What happened?" I asked Gibbs, "Her father died," He said sympathetically. I sighed. Elizabeth stopped struggling and looked at me. "What?" she demanded. "You're fatherless now. That's the one thing we have in common" I said. She stomped over to me and slapped me. "Don't think I deserved that. If you didn't want me to be rude you shouldn't have killed Jack. Believe me, you should be thankful I'm only being rude. You murdered Jack and now you're finally getting your return payment," I snapped before walking to Jack's cabin. 

I took off all of my layers apart from my usual sleeping attire and slept well for most of the night. Until the nightmare. It was about Jack dying again. I awoke sweating and crying. I was shaking.  I took a second to collect myself and headed to the stores for some rum. Rum is what I needed. I made it back to the cabin, entering a little more than silently. He stirred, mumbling for a moment before fully opening his eyes. "Love?" He asked, his voice gravelly and croaky from disuse. "Yeah, it's me. I'm sorry if I woke you, Jack," I replied, walking over and sitting on the bed taking a sip of the rum. "Why are you up?" He mumbled. "Nightmare," I replied, waving vaugly at my head. He threw his hand up onto my shoulder and in one movement pulled me down to lay next to him. I gasped lightly at the close proximity of his chest. He slept in his trousers only, the Caribbean heat usually being too much for him to wear a  top as well. I felt heat rush to my cheeks and I could practically smell his smirk. "It's been hellish to be off the sea," Jack murmured his eyes already closing, "Amongst other things," he muttered louder, "It has been so awful without you, Jack," I said as he shifted me so I lay on my side while he lay on his back, my left hand rested on his chest. I could see two round bullet scars. I started to trace them absentmindedly, "Who shot you?" I asked, looking up at him. With his eyes still closed he told me the tale. I eventually fell asleep, Jack's heartbeat and rhythmic breathing assured my tired mind that he was still alive. It was the best I'd slept in months.