IF I SHOULD DIE BEFORE I WAKE

"Why is it whenever I am with you, Jack Sparrow, I am in danger of
loosing my life?"

"Luck?"

"How is waiting for the sun to rise so we can be either tortured or
hung, lucky?"

"Don't forget shot or run through, luv."

"Oh yes, that too." Will fell silent for several moments. "Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know who has us, and why exactly are they are very eager to
kill us?"

Jack was quiet as Will waited for answer. Moments stretched on and he
hoped that the daft pirate hadn't fallen asleep on him.

But he answered before Will's anger mounted pass boiling
point. "Don't know."

Will was incredulous. "You don't know?" he tried to twist around to
see the pirate, "How can you not know who wants your head?"

"Follow along with me now, ye hear? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow. Captain
Jack Sparrow is pirate. Pirates kill, rape, and pillage people, and
occasionally other pirates. Ye get lot `o enemies that way, and not
enough time to stop and ask fer names, savvy?"

Will grit his teeth in silent acknowledgment that the other man had a
valid point. But he was far from telling Jack that. Pride could be a
hindrance every once and awhile. So he found another thing he could
currently complain about. "Can you move your hand any way? My hand is
numb and being wrenched in a painful way. Plus all of those cursed
rings you have are digging into my skin."

He heard him shake his head as the beads in his hair clinked
together. "Nah, sorry lad, kin't do that, my hand is just as wrenched
as yours."

Will cursed whatever cruel god put him in this situation. A situation
where he and a very mad pirate were bound hand to hand with a very
large wooden (and splintery) pole between them. So both of their
shoulders were pulled far back and wide while being made to almost
hold hands. It was very painful to sit like that like they had been
doing for several hours.

"I can't get any sleep like this." Will moaned.

He heard a snort. "If yer gonna be a pirate, luv, yer gonna have
to learn a certain skill."

"And what is that?"

"The skill of getting sleep in any situation. Whether or not it seems
impossible." Jack's right hand twitched and he began to rotate it in
an attempt to get feeling in it. As he did so, his fingers brushed
Will's.

The two fell into a less hostile silence. Will used that moment to
try and find comfort in quickly deteriorating state of affairs. After
trying to lean his head on his own shoulder and getting a dull ache
in his neck, he tried to slouch further down the pole so he could
just lean his head against the evil Devil-sent pole.

But his efforts earned a grunt from Jack as the slouching pulled his
arms further back. "What are ye doin'"? he demanded.

"Sleep. S L E E P." He enunciated it clearly so that Jack could get
it. "I need sleep."

"Heh. Fine, get sleep. Just do in a way that it don' be botherin' me.
Savvy?"

The response that Jack received from Will was a heavy thud as Will
banged his head to the back of the pole.

More of that damned silence came about.

"Jack?" Will spoke up again.

"Hmm?"

"I-" but he was cut off as a door opened and the sound of heavy boots
thudded down stairs, toward them.

"If yer gonna tell me that yer madly in love with me, it's gonna have
to wait, luv, our nameless captor is here." Will could hear the smirk
and wink in Jack's voice.

"Why, hello, Jack Sparrow." A new and rough voice sounded off
near them in the dark that permeated their cell.

"That's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow."


***

**********

Will had the vantage point to see who had taken them. He had been
expecting to see the ragged, grimy, miss-matched clothing of a
vengeful pirate. Not the stiff, startched blue and powdered wig of a
Brittish naval captain.

"Who are you?" Will asked, suprised at the turn of events.

He was even more suprised when his head cracked with a violent force
to the pole behind him while his cheek was stinging from the back
hand the nameless captain had delivered.

"Speak when spoken to." he said in a dead voice. "Now, Sparrow. I'm
glad to see that you are slightly more sober than the last time we've
met."

Will shook his throbbing head in an attempt to clear it. Jack twisted
slightly to see if he could steal a glance of the captain. "I'm
sorry, have we met before? Well before you knocked me out with that
damned sword of yers?" he amended.

There was a short dry laugh. "No, no. I wouldn't dare associate with
the dirty likes of you. I was just refering about how you were so
drunk that night that you, a the supposed 'smartest' pirate around,
never even heard my men sneak up on you."

Will heard the sarcasm that laced the harsh voice. He felt angry that
the captain derided Jack's cleverness.

Or as Will called it, Jack's madness.

"It was a night of revelery. Of cour'e I was gonna be sloshed." Will
felt Jack shrug through their connected hands.

The man rolled his eyes, which only Will could see, "Imbecile. It's a
wonder that the Commodore was unsuccessful in his attempts to attain
you. I wonder why that is so?" he mused to himself.

"Luck?" Jack piped up from behind the pole.

"Yes." the captain drawled. "It was luck. But here you are, finally
aprehended. The Commodore will be please that we finally caught Jack
Sparrow."

"That's Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." Will corrected, bringing
attention back to him.

"Ah yes, not only do I have Sparrow, but I have his little protector.
You were just trying to get your 'captain' back to his ship, eh?" now
he was referring to when the captain's men sourrounded them, Will had
been trying to drag a very drunk and clingy Jack back to the Pearl.

Will realized that the Englishman didn't know that he was the ex-
fiancee of the Commodore's new wife. A warrent had been issued for
his arrest shortly after he ran off in the middle of the night and
chased after Jack and the Black Pearl. Now the pair of them were
wanted for what else? Acts of piracy.

"He was just bein' a good cabin boy, savvy?"

Will bristled. "Hey-" but Jack clenched his hands around Will's and
held them in a tight grip.

"So why don't you let 'em go? He ain't done no 'arm to you."

Jack was still gripping his hands in that death hold to warn him to
not do anything stupid.

The captain cocked his head and appeared to be considering Jack's
suggestion. "How about this instead? I just straight kill him while I
let you suffer a bit longer?"

"Ya, that's an improvement. I figured that ye Brits would do
the 'onorable thin' and just throw us in jail to rot. Doesn' o'l
Commodore want to see us?"

"No. He just issued the order to have you killed."

"I always did like that man." Will could hear Jack grinning.

"But he never specified how long it should take for death to come."
Jack couldn't see the smirk of malice that lit up the captain's face,
but Will could.

It was just then that he realized that Jack was still holding his
hands. And he was holding tighter than he was before.

The captain made his way over to where they were held and removed a
key from the folds of his jacket. Jack immedaitly let go of Will's
hands as the captain moved in to unlock them.

"What is your name?" Will asked as they were unlocked.

"Captain Earl Warren." with that said, Warren delivered a brutal blow
to the side of Jack's head, knocking the pirate away from Will and
the pole.

He returned to the shackles on Will's wrists and re-locked them
together just simply behind his back. Walking over to where Jack was
shakily climbing to his feet, he planted a sharp palm thrust to the
middle of the wobbily pirate's shoulder blades.

Jack fell forward again and Captain Warren reached down and wrenched
his arms behind his back and locked them again.

"I like it when yer gentle." Jack quipped into the wooden floor.

Jack fell silent after a kick to the ribs. Warren leaned down to
whisper in his ear. "Now get up Sparrow, it's time to meet my crew."

***

Will was restless as he attempted to fall asleep. Now that he wasn't
confined to the pole or Jack, he was able to lay down on the wooden
floor and feel the rocking of the waves against the anchored ship.

But sleep eluded him not because of lack of comfort this time. It
was because of lack of Jack. He still hadn't been brought back to
the brigg since the Brittish Warren taken him top-side.

As the minutes had passed into hours, Will's worry increased. But
there was nothing he could do but wait. And try to sleep. But the
worry became almost papable as hours stretched on.

Tangible as the worry may have been, exhaustion emerged as the
ultimate victor.

**********

"Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!" Jack grinned as he raised his mug and
clanged it loudly against Gibb's. Both men didn't mind the rum that
splashed out at the impact and instead up ended their glasses in
their throats.

Will sat next to Jack and watched as the Captain downed more mugs of
rum than any other patron in the bar. And he still seemed to be
normal, well as normal and Jack could be.

The man swayed slightly as he stood. "Who wants 'nother round,
mates?" he asked eyeing his assembled crew.

Most waved off any more drinks as the night was soon to become
morning and many in turned bidded their Captain good night and
returned to the Pearl.

"C'mon, luv, you gots to try some 'ev this stuff." Jack breathed rum
into Will's face as he slung a companionable arm around the boy's
shoulders. He smiled widely, brandishing several gold teeth and
raised his mug to Will. "C'mon now, luv, it ain't gonna bite ye."

Gibb's squinted a eye at Will. "Don't listen to 'em, young William.
Ere ye end up like 'em!"

Jack spared his mate an exaggerated glare. "Says you?"

Gibbs nodded. "Says I."

Both broke out into drunken laughter, while Will tried to see what
was so funny. He shook his head at the wonders of drunken pirates.

Jack and Will stayed longer than any of the crew of the Back Pearl.
Anna-Maria eventually drug Gibbs back aboard while leaving Will
on 'Sparrow Duty'. Luckily by then, Jack's drinking had slowed down
as he began to claim that his glass was moving away from him.

"C'mon Jack, we need to return."

"Jusssssst...one more, luv, one more." he slurred.

"No, you are done." Will grabbed Jack's drink away from his as the
Captain's hand made movement towards it. "We're leaving now Jack."

Jack met Will's gaze and pouted, an expression that almost worked
until Jack's eyes crossed in an attempt to keep Will in focus. "Now,
Sparrow, we leave." Will pulled the drunk man to his feet and shoved
him through the tavern crowd.

"No fun, luv, none whats'ever, nope. Ye kin't haff fun, sure not a
eunuch? I hears they kin't haff fun either." Jack mummbled as they
finally made it out on the street of the small port town, which Will
couldn't remember the name of.

"Jack, you're drunk, stop talking." Jack proved his point by
tripping over something (probably his own feet) and stumbled roughly
to the ground, taking Will down with him as the boy tried to prevent
the pirate from going down.

Will landed on top of his captain, thrown for a second from the
fall. "Jack, you okay?"

Jack propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Will. "I'm
fine, luv, just that yer crushing my proof that I be no eunuch."

Red faced, Will scrambled to his and brushed dust off of his
clothes. "Sorry, Jack, I didn't mean to." he blinked as he swore
Jack was watching him with a bemused and gentle expression. But the
expression dissolved into a leer as the drunk tried to pull himself
up.

But he was way pass the 'just drunk' stage and he fell back down.
Will offered his hand and Jack took it greatfully. Only to try and
stand but in end just pulling Will back down on top of him.

"Jack!" Will exclaimed as he fell again. He couldn't articulate his
frustration at the moment. They just stared at each other.

And Will noticed, not for the first time, how attractive the Captain
of the Black Pearl really was. Albeit at the moment, the kohl around
his eyes was smudged, rum was smelled everywhere on his body and
sweat from an overheated tavern was still seen on his face and
visible skin.

With out fully realizing what he was doing, Will leaned down, closer
to Jack.

That's when rough hands gripped his shirt and dragged him off of
Jack.

The last thing he saw before being knocked out, was Jack being
pulled to his feet by a tall intimidating shadow.

As blackness took him, worry was the last thing he felt.

*********

The same worry was there when Will was jerked awake. There was a few
moments of confusion as he tried to remember who and why he was
worried.

A thumping down the stairs brought the memory crashing back to him.
He looked up to see a soldier dragging, to Will's horror, what
appeared to be Jack's lifeless body.

Jack was desposited unceremoniously to the ground near Will's feet.
The soldier gave Will a look filled with contempt, "Do you know how
to attend to injuries?" he asked.

Will was taken back by this, "Yes, I do know the basics."

"Good." the soldier threw several rags that were suppose to serve as
bandages and a canteen of water. "Bind his wounds and make sure he
is awake and ready by tonight, else you'll subsitute as our toy
tonight." with that said he turned as stalked out of the brigg.

Will crawled quickly to Jack's side to inspect the damage. He had
been robbed of the dirty white shirt and over-vest that he had been
taken captive in and he had lost his boots that he had worn. Will
could see, even in the dim lighting of the brigg, the multitude of
bruises that covered his naked chest. Jack's breathing was shallow
and irregular, that hitched several times, indicating to Will
evidence of a broken or cracked rib.

There was nothing that he could do for that with the meager tools he
had been give, the dirty rags weren't stable enough to provide
suitable and stable bindings for his ribs. He could only hope that
nothing would pierce his lung. Will had to move on to find other
injuries that he could take care up.

Jack's hands were a start. Will gently pushed back the shakles as
far as he could up Jack's thin wrists. The skin on the wrists were
rubbed raw and dried blood was caked around the their undersides.
Will washed the blood away with one rag and and ripped another into
two to conserve rags. Once the wrists were taken care of he moved to
the hands themselves. He noticed idly that every one of Jack's rings
had been taken from his fingers. The only damage there were the set
of matching four cresent shaped marks on the palms of his hands.
From the coresponding blood on his nails, Will could tell that they
were self-inflicted wounds.

"What made you clench your hands so tightly to merit such wounds?"
Will asked the silent pirate. He was reminded of how Jack had held
his hands before Warren had taken Jack up to the deck. "What did
they do to you?"

Will was becoming frustrated that he could barely attend the wounds
because of his confined hands. But he had to move on. Jack had a
slowly devolping black eye. Will dipped a rag into the water and
wiped the kohl away from the bruised eye. He also did the same for
the other eye.

There was more blood to be wiped away from on Jack's lips where it
appeared that the pirate had bitten completely through his own lip.
The bottom lip was swelling and looked bruised as well.

That's when Will noticed something that made him fill with saddness
and at the same time a violent anger. Someone had taken a knife to
Jack's hair. The beads that had been so creativly braided into the
hair had been cut out, as with the bone. The dred-locks were shorn
at such a brutal angle that some were chin length while others were
cut to the ears.

To Will's saddness, someone had also cut off the two braided strings
of Jack's beard. Red hot anger filled him at that sight. But he had
to force it back down to continue to help Jack.

Most of the injuries were deep black bruises and sratches that just
needed to be cleaned out. The broken rib was found when he had ran
his fingers up and down the skin of Jack's sides. That was Will's
biggest worry. But a dread like apprehension began to fill his heart
when he had discovered deep teeth marks along the hollow of Jack's
throat and finger shaped bruises on his hips.

After he did all he could do, Will climbed behind Jack and looped
his shakled hands over the motionless pirate and pulled him gently
into his lap and leaned against the pole to rest.

***


Will could now say that his favorite hobby in the world was to just
simply watch Jack Sparrow sleep. Not making swords, sailing, going on
adventure, not even sex was as full-filling as watching the man
sleep. The angle's on his face were more pronounced and stood out in
the dim lighting. The black of the long eyelashes resting against the
angled cheek bones was just so pleasent to watch.

So much in fact, that Will never fell back to sleep. He just watched.

He watched the rise and fall of the battered chest.

The small twitching of his fingers, as if searching for that bottle
of rum.

The way one leg was bent and the other was splayed out in disarray.

Everything.

Everything was just so simple then.

But every good thing must come to an end.

Will was watching Jack's hands when things started to go wrong. Jack
let out a sharp and loud hiss of pain that faded into a whimper. His
breaths became shallow as he woke to begin gasping for air.

"Jack! What's wrong?"

Jack rolled over on to his back and clutched his chest as he
struggled to get air in. "I.....cccan't....breath" he managed to spit
out.

Un-looping his arms from around his head, Will moved to gently lay
Jack staight. "There, breath in slowly. Don't rush it, you'll get
light headed."

But the pirate was growing frantic as he couldn't get the air he
needed. Which in turn made Will more nervous. "C'mon Jack, listen to
my voice. Breath in. Breath out. C'mon you daft idiot, breath with
me!"

Will threw his body down next to the struggling man and pressed
himself next to Jack's side. He put his arms over where Jack's heart
was and gently pressed, so that the pirate could feel them. Will made
sure that his own chest was pressed tightly to the side of Jack that
wasn't sporting the injured rib. "Alright now, can you feel me Jack?"

Jack's eyes were wide and frightened as he stared at the ceiling,
still gasping the shallow air. But he tried to speak,
nonetheless. "...ye..ah."

"Good now breathe with me." Will began to take deep slow
breaths. "Breathe with me and the air will come. It is almost there,
the air will come." he kept up that mantra as he took the regular
deep breaths.

Jack closed his eyes and focused on Will's body and tried to match
the younger boy's breathing. It took awhile but the panic bean to
fade as he forced himself to go with the slower breathing.

Will could feel the tension begin to leave the body next to him. They
both began to breath in unison and he kept it up until Jack could
continue on his own without panicing again.

"Will...?" Jack rasped out. "Thank you."

Will stayed where he was with his hands over the captain's beating
heart. "Just don't ever scare me like that again. That was the second
time in two days that I thought I lost you."

"You told me that I wouldn't die before I would wake." Jack stated
softly, in an almost accusionary tone.

Will pressed himself even closer to the still breathing body. "And I
was right."

"Yes you were Will Turner." Jack smiled. "But if I were to die, Will,
don't forget me."

Will was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"A lot of people will always remember Captain Jack Sparrow. But I
know you will remember me differently." his voice was getting softer
and tired again.

"I wouldn't ever forget you Jack. I don't think I could if I wanted
to."

"Good."

"Here," Will slipped Jack's head into the circle of his arms and had
the pirate rest his head on his arm. "you should have a pillow."

"T'anks."

"Go back to sleep you filthy pirate. I need you in your cleverist
state of mind to come up with one of your hair-brained escape
plans...savvy?"

Even in the dim light, Will could see the small smile. "Yes Captain,
my Captain."

Will laughed slightly, "Hah, roles have been reversed, haven't they?"

"I'm only letting you pretend to be Captain."

"Uh huh."

"Will." Jack's voice was serious again. "When they come again
tonight, don't do anything stupid. They want me but they will hurt
you and kill you without a second thought. I don't want that, 'eh
luv?"

Will felt anger rush through him. "Don't do that. You will be killed
if you go with them again. Remember that little panic attack you just
had? You will die."

"So would you. They will kill you to get to me." Jack had a dead
sounding quality to his voice.

"I will take that chance."

"No you won't." Jack struggled to right himself but Will's arms
around him wouldn't let him sit up, neither would his rib. "Whelp,
y'll listen to me, ye hear? I am still captain."

Will responded by pulling Jack closer to him, "You may be captain but
I don't and will not let you get hurt anymore."

"Will..."

"Jack."

"I don't want you hurt."

"And I don't want to just have to remember you."

***

he hours passed slowly with the pace of a snail in the dark, dank
brig. Will assumed the role of both mother and doctor to the injured
Jack, making sure that the frequently titled 'daft' pirate wouldn't
do further harm to himself.

Strangely enough, he listened to Will and followed his every order.
This easy compliance put Will on edge as if the man was planning
something.

But then again, Will realized, Jack Sparrow was *ALWAYS* planning
something.

At the moment, Jack was dozing again. It had been determined by
Will's light finger brushes, that the rib previously thought to be
broken was in fact probably cracked at most. If given decent time to
rest and be binded properly, it would heal without a problem.

*IF* given enough time.

Will knew very well that Jack had every intention to go back to the
brutal hands of the British crew at nightfall. Just as Will had every
intention not to let that happen.

But after their brief but intense argument earlier, they hadn't
discussed the topic anymore. In fact Jack hadn't been talkitive at
all. Which was downright creepy to Will.

The Captain of Babbling, Mister I-Don't-Know-When-To-Shut-My-Mouth,
himself had managed to reign the unstoppable mouth for several hours
now.

This coupled with the silent compliance to Will's words were just
grating on Will's already shot nerves.

Jack was plotting something.

Will knew it.

And he knew he wasn't going to like it.

Through the small slit that was suppose to serve as their window, the
light began to fade in the velvet darkness. It was going to happen
soon.

In his sleep, Jack had snuggled up close to Will's thigh, as he sat
next to the pirate. Will couldn't help but to smile down at him. How
unlike the image that the common peasents whispered about in dark
corners of taverns, of the captain so evil and so on, this version,
the sleeping snuggling version. One of Jack's hands was flung over
his head and rested on Will's knee, the scraped and scabbed skin
hiddened by its dirty rags.

Will sighed as he felt the first slivers of desperation at their
situation creeped into his mind. The dark feeling loomed just in the
background of every thought. The Brittish had them. They clearly
wanted Jack dead. Captain Warren made that abuntantly, or as Jack put
it slightly ironically, 'inescapably' clear. Jack was doomed for the
infamous short drop and a sudden stop. As for his own fate, he was
dead. The method of his demise was still an unknown.

How in the Caribbean were they going to get out of this one? Will
could take undead pirates any day over vengeful Brittish.

And what of the Black Pearl?

They obviously would have noticed the disappearence of their Captain
and First Mate by now. But according to the code, they should have
moved on by now. But this crew had shown that they could suspend the
code to help Jack. The question was were they going to risk their
neck twice to show Jack the same loyalty again?

Will sincerely hoped so.

Boots thundering down the stairs broke Will out of his reverie. And
he looked up to see the cold face and powdered wig of Captain Earl
Warren backed up by several red coats.

"Well isn't this a touching sight?" Warren asked, his voice as cold
as his face. "Are you more to the Captain than just his cabin boy?"
he asked with a leer seeping into the dark eyes.

Will remained silent and focus on perfecting his method of killing
another man through the death glare. As it was, he wasn't very good
at it yet.

Warren inclined his head slightly to the red coat on his light and
the man came over and delivered a swift and sharp kick to Jack's
side. Jack was thown into waking with deep pain that reverbated in
his ribs, but he schooled his expression and instead of crying oout,
he exhaled a shuddery breath.

"Wake up, you filth." the captain sneered down to the other captain.

Jack stumbled to his feet with the aid of Will and the post that he
had been chained to what seemed so long ago. "Now that be no way of
treatin' yer guest, Warrey." though still in pain, the drunken wit
remained in place.

"Guest?" a delicate eyebrow was arched, "Hardly. Men will you please
escort Mister Sparrow top-side."

"No."

Warren turned, this time giving Will the arched brow. "No?"

Will ignored the look that Jack was giving him that clearly read 'YOU
BLOODY IDIOT', and trained his gaze on the captain. "No." he firmly
repeated.

"Who are you boy, to dictate my orders?" Warren asked in his deadly
calm voice.

"You will not hurt him any more. If you are not men of honor, as men
of the Royal Navy should be, then you should leave the prisoners
unharmed until their trial." Will had pushed his way between Warren
and Jack.

A memory of a time when he had done something stupid like this before
flashed through his mind.

//"You need to learn you place, Mr Turner."//

//"My place is here. Between you and Jack."//

As he recalled, they both escaped the noose after that one. But
Norrington could be a bit more reasonable that the statue
masquerading as a man in front of him.

"Trial? No, no, dear boy, there won't be any trial. Commodore
Norrington has already waved the trial concept on this trash."

Norrington reasonable? Nevermind.

"Then if you want to torture someone, take--"

Jack moved before anyone could blink. He had grabbed the red coat
nearest to him and before Warren or Will could even comprehend what
had happened, he had slit the man's throat with his own sword and was
on Warren.

Will reacted then. Throwing his shacklled hands up, he connected with
the other red coat's head, using the heavy iron chains to his
advantage. The man was out before he even hit the floor.

Will turned back around to see Jack on top of the English captain
with the sharp edge of the sword resting against his throat.

He could barely make out what the pirate was whispering to the now
obviously frightened man.

"....remember, no one uses Captain Jack Sparrow for their own twisted
ideal of power, savvy, luv?" the blade was shoved straight down with
such force that it became embedded into the planks beneath.

Jack climbed off of the now very dead Brit. "That went better than I
planned." he muttered to himself with a slight bit of wonder in his
voice.

Will choice not to question his friend of the meaning of his last
comment to the other captain. Instead he reached for the keys that
were conviently attached to the belt loop of the dead red coat and
finally relased his hands.

Jack limped over to the knocked out man, tossing over his
shoulder, "Rub yer wrist o'lot, luv, it be best getting blood flowing
back there." he leaned down a bit stiffly, and felt for a
pulse. "First rule...well maybe not the first rul exactly, but a very
important rule nonetheless, whelp, leave no survivors." with that
said, Jack removed the man's sword from its sheath and in one fluid
motion, slit that man's throat as well.

"How many bloody Brits, do you think are on this ship?" Will asked as
Jack moved back next to him.

"I'd say 20 at most. This is no Brittish galleon. It's nothing more
than a sloop of war. So we either commandeer this one or we make for
a life boat." Jack threw him the dead man's sword and knelt down to
pull the bloody one from the stained wood. Will grimmaced as he
watched.

"What are our chances on either?"

Jack grinned, showing his golden teeth in the sliver of moonlight
that drifted in through the slit. "Slim to null on both."

Will turned back to the stairs leading out of the brig. "Great,
wonderful odds."

Jack mocked confusion. "What? Your expectations be too high for a
pirate's life, luv, you better get use to these low odds if y'want to
be a pirate."

Will nodded resigned. "I'd say lets take our chances with the row
boat, we're not too far from Port Royale."

A look of disapointment flash across Jack's face but it was qucikly
replaced by a mocking smile and a devious wink. "A'ight, Captain
Turner, let's go find us a row boat."