A wave upon the Caribbean ocean: II

| I want his compass. |

"Why is this happening?" Elizabeth looked at Will, worried.

"I don't know.." He looked at her

"..You look beautiful." He made her smile.

"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding." Elizabeth sighed.

"Make way! Let me through!" A man said, running through the crowd of guards.

The guards blocked the man from getting closer, it was our father.

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"Jack?.." I smirked it him, as I leant onto the table that was in the cabin

"Aye, love?"

"As yer the captain, shouldn't I just call ye..-" I stopped.

"Did I say, what I think I said." I looked at him.

"Aye, love." He smirked, as he came a bit closer.

"I swear, if you tell anyone I will smack that smirk off your face." I looked at irritated.

"How about this, I don't tell anyone.. if, I get a kiss." He said, curling up his mustache a bit, to look flirty.

"Captain Sparrow!" I gasped, raising an eyebrow.

"Do we have an accord?" He smirked, holding has hand out.

"Well, Captain. Is there a specific time, before I maroon you on an island?" I giggled.

He got closer again. "When's a time you'll want it?"  

"I'll see.." I smirked, as he gave me a painful look.

"Aww.. is my captain sad I won't kiss ya now?" I giggled again, raising a brow again.

"Maybe." He says, walking away. He grunted, opening his compass, near the door.

"Jack. What does the compass point to?" I walked over to him, gazing over his shoulder.

"It points at you." He smirked.

"Huh?"

"Huh?" Jack imitated my reaction, I rolled my eyes.

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"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum." I heard Gibbs sing.

"Freya, darling, now that he says it! Ya want some rum?" Jack grinned at me, as I didn't hesitate to nod.

"Close you're eyes." He said, taking off the piece of cloth, he had around his waist, held by his two belts.

I closed my eyes, and felt the cloth on my face. Jack ran his fingers through my hair, then quickly tightened the cloth.

"Can yer see?" He questioned me politely.

"What do you think, Jack?" I said, feeling his gaze on me. "Course not, dumbass."

"Great!" He said. I heard his footsteps, and he opened some drawers. "Shit. Where did I put it again?" He mumbled to himself.

"Aha!" He closed the drawers, walking back to me. He put the bottle in my hand, before untying the cloth.

"Was that really necessary?" I looked at him concerned.

"Yep! I be a cautious man, you know?" He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Sure, keep imagining that." I chuckled

He grabbed the rum from my hands, opening the bottle. He drank quite some rum, before I snatched it from his hands, drinking from it now too.

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