I'm too mean? I'M TOO MEAN? Okay, I'm better now. My mom just told me I have been mean lately. Yeah, like she's around enough to know, she's always off with her stupid boyfriend. And she'd be mean, too if she had to put up with a very overly pessimistic best friend, who's whiny and gets asked out everyday and puts you down...Who you just happen to love. Not love romance but love like family. Being told you're not smart almost everyday, told that you're best friend who needs you to console her whenever the tiniest thing goes wrong is wiser than you, and being reminded that nobody likes you more than a friend, is really enough to make anyone a little mean. Especially if they have to weather *that* with a smile. I mean, being smart and wise is all I have, and the whole boyfriend thing could depress anyone, no matter how hard you think you don't need one, you don't, but you still feel like you do. Not to mention I'm at a school where I know little over 15 people. I worked for 6 years to get friends to help me through high school and then end up going to some shitty middle of no where's school. I gave up my other best friend, who I was already starting to live, thinking it would be better with the shitty no where school. Oh, no. Boy, was I wrong. I was looking at band pics from the school I was supposed to go to- I knew as many people in the band there as I did in my entire high school. On top of that, I can't confide all of my problems in my mom anymore(mainly because she's the cause of a lot of them.) and I feel if I tell my best friend she'll just tell me that her situation is worse. Which it's not. I don't care how much she thinks it is, it isn't. When she starts thinking going crazy and ending up in a mental hospital sounds better than living out each day sane (or as sane as I can be) then I'll reconsider how bad her situation is.

Uh...I guess I needed to get that out. Ignore it, it's just me ranting since you guys reading and reviewing are my only friends who haven't driven a hole through my bleeding heart. You guys deserve a medal. Or a Jack. Here you go, your very own Jack muse: HAVE FUN! *hands you a Jack muse*

Disclaimer: Oh, great. Just what I need. To be forced to remember that Jack ran away. Woo hoo! Yep, you heard right. Jack ran away. (that's why this took so long to get posted) If anyone sees a Jack Sparrow running around in 'I love me!' underwear, please tell me and then check yourself into Charter for being able to see other peoples muses...Obviously, I don't own POTC, but like I said...(you wouldn't make me remember that Jack ran away, again, would you? Damn. You just did...)

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When he finally let go of her hand, she was too shocked to move it away. Jack took this as an opportunity. "Why don't ye just come out an' say it. Ye want me." Jesse moved her hand away, but not before she scoffed at the comment. "to go to hell." (yeah, ouch) "Only if they have rum, only if they rum..." She rolled her eyes and grabbed the longest the longest piece of cloth she had brought up. Then, she wrapped her arms around him, to get the cloth in both hands.

Jack decided this was a good time to make a move. He scooted closer to her. If Jesse had been any more annoyed, she probably would have twitched. He didn't give up! Oh well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em! She pulled the cloth and tied it right on the wound. Tight.

"OW! Watch it, woman!" "Speak for yourself." She said, with a sweet smile. If she hadn't known better, she would say he actually liked her, rather than him just wanting to sleep with her. If he wasn't always half-drunk and a bit of a horny dog(sorry, but you guys know I love Jack, so I mean it in the most attractive way), she would actually consider him charming and handsome.

"Done." She chimed. "Thank ye." He was still less than a foot away from her. "It was more hospitality than you deserve." "Yer right."

He said huskily, before her into a passionate kiss. She didn't exactly enjoy it, but she didn't fight it once it happened. (well, she didn't enjoy it as much as Jack did, anyway) When he pulled back even he was kind of shocked she had kissed back, but he wouldn't let her know he had been preparing for the worst.

"Same goes for you now." He called over his shoulder as he walked off to find Will. She wanted to scream. She wanted to jump up and down. Why had she kissed back; why had she given in? She just couldn't win. "ARGH!"

Will raised an eyebrow as he walked towards her. Jack had told him to make sure Jesse didn't jump overboard, though he failed to mention why she would... "Something wrong?" he asked carelessly, in case she didn't want to talk about it. "Yeah, the captain, that ****(We're skipping over her proceeding to call Jack every dirty word invented, and some not because I should like to keep this PG-13 and I don't have time to write all of the words-I'm going to see POTC again in about and hour and a half{YAY!}) -that's what's wrong." "Oh. What did he do?" "I'd rather not say. I'm starved, have you eaten anything yet?" "No. Is there even any food on here?" "One way to find out." And with that, Jesse strode across the deck and below, in search of dinner.

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Yeah, yeah. It's too short. But I have 6+ pages in my notebook that are just for the next chapter, all I have to do is find time to type them. Not to mention I'm trying to finish the third chapter of The Great Jack. And I have no inspiration for A Newfound friend so if there are any fans, I'll start up on it again once I've finished this story and got at least five chapters of the Great Jack up. I'm off to read one of the three new books I just bought at Barnes and Noble (yay!) until it's time to go see POTC.

Next Chapter: What happens between Jack and Jesse when Jesse gets extremely drunk? Will they ever find any food? Tune in next time to find out!