Sleep in the Caribbean

Bending down to look at the compass, it was pointing directly behind me.

I looked back a little strangely, because it seemed to be a little bit different from my impression of Nan.

"Is that Nan?" I asked, perhaps with an undue naivety in my tone.

I still have some confidence in my sense of direction.

JACK put away his smile and looked up at me.

I was taken aback by that serious look, which seemed to see through me.

"Maybe." He smiled again, disapproving as usual, but his eyes were still gentle, with his unique rhythm and tone,

"I think it can find my black pearl for me~" Another helpless smile.

His emotions are indeed elusive, and it seems that there is always something hovering in his heart that I don't know.

But I don't mind, because this is JACKSparrow.

So I learned: the magic pirate has a magic compass to find his ship.

I admire slightly,

Then I also sat down and leaned against him, but kept what I thought was a subtle distance, and looked in the direction the compass pointed earlier.

"We'll get the Pearl back, Jack, and we'll get out of here."

Under the visual impact of the vast sea, I said firmly, with a faint smile.

The sea surface under the night is simply beautiful, the sky full of stars reflects on the sea surface, presenting two star maps, one static and one moving.

In this dark but gorgeous night, I gradually fell asleep with peace of mind and satisfaction.

Not only because I love this beautiful sea, but also because I am accompanied by my beloved.

What I didn't see was that JACK always looked at me with complicated eyes.

Warm and sad.

The mottled flickering shade of the tree makes the sunlight shine into my eyes from time to time, and I wake up from a dreamless night.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to get up and look for JACK.

What made me feel relieved was that he was still sitting where I was when I fell asleep last night, staring at me when I woke up.

"You should sleep more." I found that JACK always seems to go to bed later than me and wake up earlier than me, which is not good for his body.

But my mother-in-law's concern made him bow his head and grin, expressing that it was unnecessary.

I am still immersed in the sense of stability and happiness that I can see Jack when I wake up in the morning.

But it seems to smell some familiar smells that shouldn't be here.

rum.

At this time, I saw JACK raise his hand with his back to me, and with an expression of extreme enjoyment, he took a deep sip of the golden liquid in the bottle in his hand.

"Rum?!" I was amazed, "How do you have this?!" I couldn't believe my eyes, even if a pirate is amazing, it is impossible to conjure wine out of thin air.

JACK seemed very satisfied with my surprised expression, he didn't stop drinking, and winked at me with a charming smile.

"Sea God's gift." He said mysteriously.

Naturally, I didn't believe these words, and couldn't wait to ask him where he got the wine.

But his still pretending to be mysterious made me get up and grab his bottle.

To be honest, I'm a bit of an alcoholic.

"Oh no no no...don't be so dear." He also smiled enthusiastically, "come with me." He waved me to follow him.

I found that his movements became more agile.

Is it the effect of the wine, or he recovered too quickly.

He proudly led me through the trees, and he seemed to have recorded the distance and steps specially.

His demeanor seems to be that of a child who has discovered a treasure, showing off to his partners.

That swaying body made me laugh out loud.

A wooden door appeared in an open space, obviously there was something hidden underneath, and there were traces of it being hidden, but it was opened by our Captain JACK not long after.

"Look at what we found~Look at what we found~~" JACK shook the wine bottle from side to side, even humming a song.

I was a little worried about whether he would open his own wounds, and wanted to praise his good voice, although maybe only I think his melody is not bad.

He kicked the door open.

Underneath is a small but deep square pit, which is actually filled with bottles of shiny rum of different sizes.

I found that the eyes of me and JACK were shining at the moment.

There is nothing more exciting than a pirate discovering rum while in exile.

"Haha, a gift that can't be missed, isn't it." JACK threw away the rum bottle that he killed in a while, reached out and picked up another bottle, and threw a bottle to me.

The movement is unbelievably smooth.

I don't have much confidence in catching things, but he threw it very accurately and landed firmly in my hand.

I may seem a little greedy at the moment, but it's still hard to resist the relief after these few days of boring and depressing life.

I opened it quickly, took a sip, and tasted the fragrance that I hadn't seen in the past few days. The mellow and rich taste made me feel refreshed immediately.

"Female alcoholic." JACK was on the side, almost finishing another bottle, looking at me with squinted eyes and a smile.

And I just took a sip and I was lazy to fight back. Both of them were very loyal to their own wishes, enjoying the pleasure that belonged to each other and existed between them.

Do not disturb each other.

Towards evening, JACK barely ate anything except his rum.

I drank a little without interruption, and I was a little drunk, but I still felt that I should eat something else, for the patient.

I almost jumped into the water like yesterday and only caught a few small fish.

"... Appetizers for wine..." When I strung them on the branches, I laughed at myself with some helplessness and embarrassment.

But in the end I was getting drunk.

JACK was also drunk, perhaps in response to the saying that it is easier to get drunk when you are drunk.

He almost collapsed there, raised one hand and swung it unknown, fast and slow, following his own rhythm.

I regret not restraining him, but in this situation, the other party is still JACK, so what can I say.

By the campfire, two decadent drunks.

I suddenly felt that such a situation was funny, because it was ambiguous, because it was embarrassing.

But I'm aware of it, and somehow I'm not drunk either.

Date: 2010-9-2600 21:[-]

By convention ==. .Fresh out of the oven ==. . .

It is indeed the second day to say ==. .

I drifted off to sleep. . .

"YOHO... YOHO..."

Jack, who was lying there drowsy, suddenly began to sing vaguely.

"Yoho what?" I didn't hear the lyrics clearly, so I asked him casually while watching his funny expression.

"YOHO... YOHO..." JACK sang again on his own with a melody that could hardly be found, but I still couldn't catch it.

"what?"

"YOHO!! YOHO!! Apirate's life form!"

The drunken JACK obviously became impatient, he stood up suddenly, stared at his eyes and yelled in a deep voice, but immediately shook again, almost closing his eyes.

Like a naughty and willful child.

I thought he was too funny like this, so I decided to keep teasing him.

"What song is this?" But I was really curious, maybe I should learn the pirate's song.

"Songs that all pirates should know." JACK was still shaking, and answered me vaguely, "I have to teach everyone...!" He kept his head down. For a drunk person, he This seems too quiet.

Next, JACK was really teaching me this song. Although I'm not sure if the melody he hummed is right, it's still a catchy and lovely song.

"Weextortwepilferwefilchandsack. Drinkupmeeartiesyoho~"

After roughly mastering it, I don’t know if it was the effect of alcohol. I reviewed the lyrics aloud a little excitedly, and turned around the campfire in all directions. In the end, maybe this kind of crazy action is really not suitable for me. I read the last one When the word "HO" was spoken, he fell into the sand pile in front of JACK.

"...hehehehe..." I realized that my abnormal behavior was really funny, and I couldn't help laughing when I stood up from the sand, "Hahahaha... DRINK!" I took another sip for myself liquor.

And JACK seemed to turn a deaf ear, just grinned sullenly with a "hehe", raised the bottle at me: "WELLDONE!" and drank again.

The pile of rum bottles I've drank should be quite a lot by now.

It's also getting darker, and the night on the Caribbean Sea is not cool, maybe I drink a little too much, my heart is very warm, maybe it's the people in front of me that make me so.

I have been drinking wine cautiously, feeling the changes in myself every time I drink a little.

How much do I drink?

Or, when the hell should I go drunk.

When I finally got dazed, I almost crawled towards JACK in a posture that I didn't understand, maybe with a silly smile.

"Hehe, hehe..." Seeing me like this, JACK smiled silly twice, and stretched out his hand to me, but he didn't have the right intentions, and missed it.

"Captain...Jack Sparrow." I finally leaned over him, keeping a wobbly distance.

"Captain Jack Sparrow,