Where We Will We'll Roam

Chapter 9

Elizabeth's P.O.V

 I had Barbossa carry Jack onto his bed, and I ordered everyone to keep sailing toward the port. I went to Jack's bedside with a damp; somewhat clean cloth. I slowly cleaned his face, removing the dirt and grime slowly. I then left the cloth on his forehead to bring down his fever, and got up to get him a bottle of rum. As I grabbed the bottle I saw him stir. I walked back over to him and passed the bottle to his shaken hand.

"Thanks luv." He said smiling as he took a swig and put the bottle down.

"Are we in Port yet luv?" He asked quietly.

"Not quiet yet. Few more hours max." I said as I moved one of his dreads out of his face. My stomach pained a little I winced slightly at the pain, Jack didn't seem to notice.

Jack reached his hand up to my face. His fingers rested behind my ear, as his thumb stroked my cheek. His touch was rough yet gentle.

"Jack?" I asked slowly as I got into the bed.

"Yes dearie?" He said his voice smooth.

"I'm scared." I didn't want to admit it but I was. The tears rushed in, I sobbed slowly.

Jack looked at me with sorrow in his eyes, it then turned back to anger, I believe towards Will. He put his arm around me, it was somewhat comforting. Until I felt his manhood press into me from behind.

"JACK!" I screamed at him as I jumped up out of the bed.

He looked shocked as he looked down at his pants.

"I'm sorry Lizzy. It's not my fault I swear" He said he looked as if he was about to burst out laughing.

"All men are the same! You only think with your dicks!" I said as I pulled out my pistol, my moods have been everywhere lately and Jack is getting on my nerves.

-Hey guys. Lots of stuff have been going on so I'm sorry for never meeting my deadline. I'm a terrible writer I know. Hopefully I'll update over next weekend.