"What do you mean you don't know?"

Temperance was standing, staring at Jack with an expression of surprise and shock.

"Exactly what I say, love, I don't know, I wasn't there."

"Then how did you get there in the first place?" She was shouting now, it might have been frustration, but she couldn't tell at the point and time.

"That's not really your concern is it?" He was shouting too now, beginning to rise to his feet.

"It might as well be!" Jack didn't respond, he looked as though he was restraining himself upon strangling her. He returned to fully sitting on the bench, reaching for the canteen on his belt.

Tipping it up, only a single drop fell out.

"Why is the rum, always gone?" He questioned to himself. Temperance held back yet another growl of frustration and sat down herself.

She really hadn't been this bored in her life. At least on the island, there were things to do, things to see. On the boat, the one object separating them from the vast ocean below, there was nothing but both blue sky and sea.

As of now though, the sky was still black, and a hazy reflection of the moon lit the water's surface. She waited another moment before questioning Jack.

"Do you have any idea where we are?" He too took another moment before speaking.

"Nope." She gave him a suspicious gaze and jerked her head toward his belt.

"Your compass."

"What about it?"

"Well, what do you use a compass for?" She mocked. Jack shook his head.

"It doesn't quite work like that love." She rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Of course it doesn't." She grumbled under her breath, but Jack seemed to have heard her and grinned. Temperance decided to fire another query at him, one that had to nag at her in the back of her mind.

"Why did Barbossa have the chest of coins, of the one I took." She shook her pocket around for a minute, before feeling the hard, cool surface of the coin she had carried around with her for days. She had almost forgotten about it.

"Full of questions today aren't we?" She smiled, almost laughing.

"I've got nothing better to do." Jack shrugged but still didn't answer. She pulled it out of her pocket running it through her undead fingers. The clicking noise that ensued shocked her slightly, and she immediately stopped.

She looked up to find Jack staring at the coin in her hand. She flicked her thumb, sending the coin spiraling through the small space between them.

Jack caught it without a problem enclosing it in his fist. He twirled from finger to finger, flying across his hand, though without an ominous clicking noise.

Her eyes followed the coin in Jacks palm as it slithered back and forth. He caught her watching and looked up, flicking the coin back to her.

She almost didn't catch it, instead fumbling with it before shoving it into her pocket hastily. 

"Well?"

"Barbossa and his crew of miscreants had the chest, filled with Aztec gold."

"Lemme guess, a terrible curse was placed upon the gold." She mocked, waving her hands. Jack looked at her.

"You're pretty good at guessing love."

"I wasn't serious, I was kidding." Jack shrugged and returned to knotting his finger together, lounging back on the hard wooden bench.

She lay back as well, watching the stars glittering in the sky above. Her thoughts swirled in her head, coherent ones unable to form completely.

The moon moved behind a cloud, shielding her from its rays of light. At least now she could look at her hands without the urge to gag. She ran them through her hair. It had become course due to salt, but she cherished it anyway.

Leaning over the side of the boat, she dipped a hand on the still surface. Ripples cascaded from where her fingers reached, but she couldn't feel the coolness of the water.

She glanced over, again, at Jack, who was now fiddling with the hairs on his beard. She shook her head and looked away, for what felt like the tenth time tonight.

Strangely, she could feel Jack's eyes on the side of her head, it put her slightly off, so she pretended to not notice.

"She'll be just fine love." His voice ripped through her daze, and she stared at him with annoyance and confusion.

"What?" But the words his her mind like an anvil, and somehow, she knew just exactly who Jack was talking about.

"She's tough love, she'll be fine." But somehow, even he doesn't sound so certain.

Temperance lay down across the length of the bench, stretching her feet over the edge, her head resting on the other. She can feel the water rocking the boat under neither her swaying back and forth, almost lulling her to sleep.

Almost. 

Turning her head on its side, she looks down on the surface of the water. The once still, clear glass is rippling, tearing like a piece of paper from the movement of the boat. Temperance sits up, eyebrows furrowed together.

They are definitely moving faster.

Without looking away from the water, she speaks to Jack.

"Jack, you don't need to row." Silence.

"I'm not rowing love." Her head shoots up, and she's pretty sure she almost fell out of the boat from the sudden movement. And Jack's right, he's not rowing.

And now he's looking at her with a bewildered expression, but soon enough, as he looks down at the water, he comes to the conclusion as well.

They are definitely riding faster.

Jack leaps up from his position, shaking the boat, tipping it from side to side, and snatches up an oar. Only for it to be ripped from his hands by the now speeding current.

Temperance springs up and tries to seize it, but it is swept away, and now there are both painfully aware of how fast their small vessel is moving.

She clutches the other oar and debates internally whether or not to try and row with only one. Jabbing it into the water, and keeping the strongest grasp she can muster on the wooden handle, she holds it steady.

The boat leans to the left, as she tries to lead them away from the source of the rushing current.

"Jack," She grunts. "A little help?" But Jack is paying her no attention whatsoever. He's standing, staring in the direction they are still headed in.

"Jack?" Placing the oar back on the bench, she joins Jack, who stares with a grim expression.

"Ja-" Her jaw falls open.

Where the horizon should be, and she would know if it were the horizon, she spent hours studying it, lays the border between sky and sea. But it's climbing closer, and horizons do no such thing.

It almost looks as though the boat could fall off the face of the earth.

And it's getting closer, and she can do nothing about it. Jack is making a grimace like face toward it, and if not for the current situation, Temperance would laugh.

She can hear the rush of water, and it's so loud now, she can't hear herself think. And now the line is so close, she can see over the edge, and it indeed looks as though they are going to tumble off the earth.

The boat tips forward, and looses her footing immediately, falling back against the bench she spent days sitting on. The rest of the boat follows, and Jack tumbles forward, and she soon follows.

She is pretty sure she's screaming, but she can't hear anything underneath the rushing waterfall.

And that's what it is, that's what they've fallen from, the top of a waterfall. Temperance catches glimpses of it as she flails her arms and legs and tumbles around in circles through the air.

She's lost track of Jack, he's disappeared into the mist, and soon enough, Temperance hits the water with a crash.

Hi. Yep, hi. That's what I have to say to you all wonderful people after all this time. And sorry, lot's of sorry's. Lots.

Anyway, this chapter sucks, the second chapter in a row where I have to fill time with them on a boat. So I apologize. This chapter sucks, I know, believe me, I know. And I know it's short, I know. But at least It's Wednesday!!! XD XD.

Hope you enjoy, please don't kill me. Super busy with school theatre and band and school and more school. And it's bleh.

Guess where they went or came to? I hope you can, it's like, one of my favorite scenes without Jack himself in it.

I love you all, I really do, thank you so much for reading, it really does mean the world. It makes me so happy to read your comments, to cheer over votes, to gush over reads. So thank you.

~Kelly~