****Alright, last part. Sorry if it's lacking in description.
Enjoy 😘 *********************

Jack ended up giving in and gave back one of the bottles, which he was reluctant to do. He helped out with the cooking though, along with John, Glen and Edward. Glen gave up halfway through when he couldn't grate a carrot that was meant for the salad we were all going to eat. "Fuck this." He said. "I can't do it." He stalked off into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Odd place to vent, but whatever.

Anyway, whilst I was cooking sausages, I bought up the subject of that girl at the supermarket, the one who was yelling at Jack. "I don't know why you even bothered talking to that psycho," I told Jack. "all she did was shriek and act like she was being refused candy."

"Well, I thought she was nice." Replied Jack, who was chopping tomatoes. "Yes she was screaming at me but I liked her."

"You have an odd taste in women," I muttered.

"I'd call it unique, actually." Corrected Jack.

"You can call it whatever you want, cause it don't matter to me, but it's still kinda weird. Personally, I wouldn't want my partner shrieking at me at the top of their lungs, but, you do you.
One other thing. Why do you go for women who either are cheating on you, lie about being pregnant, or are wanting to kill you?"

Jack looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know really." He replied after several seconds had passed. "And if you're referring to Angelica, then I still like her."

I hadn't heard much about Angelica, but from what I had gathered I thought she was a bit crazy. She sounded perfect for Jack.

I smirked and rolled my eyes.

"What?" Asked Jack, seeing my eye roll.

"Nothing, nothing." I turned quickly away to focus on my task.

"Hmm. Oww!" He suddenly yelped.

I jumped and spun around. The knife Jack had been using was covered in blood. So was the counter and Jack himself. I looked down at Jack's left hand, only to see a cut on his index finger. The cut didn't look particularly deep, but it was looking really nasty.

"Bloody hell Jack!" I said blood pouring from his finger.
Shooing him away, he went into the bathroom to nurse his injured finger, leaving a dripping trail of blood over the floor. "John, can you Edward and Sweeney, or whoever, take care of the lunch whilst I help Jack?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." I yanked off my apron and put it on Sweeney, who happened to be walking towards the kitchen. "Thanks, Sweeney." I flashed him a thankful smile, before following Jack into the bathroom.

Closing the door behind me, I heard John howling with laughter. He was more likely than not laughing at the apron Sweeney was now wearing.

"Jack, do you need help? Or have you got it under control?"

"I need a bit of help."

Jack was sat on the toilet, nursing his injured finger which was still bleeding. There was a bottle of antiseptic next to him, but he didn't seem to have got that far.

Avoiding the blood on the floor, I tiptoed towards Jack. "Come on then." Unscrewing the antiseptic and grabbing a cotton wool ball, I carefully cleaned the wound.

Jack hissed with pain.
"Do you think I'll need to go to the hospital?"

I smiled. "No. It's not that serious. If you're finger was just hanging off on a piece of skin, then yes, we'd take you to the hospital."

Once he was all cleaned up, I put a large plaster on the cut and wrapped a bandage around it to make sure the plaster stayed on.

"Done."

"Thank you, Y/N. You've really helped a mate out. You know," He put an arm around my shoulder. "I think you'd thrive on The Black Pearl. You'd make a fine pirate."

"That's very kind of you Jack, but personally, I like to keep my feet on the ground. I'm not really a sea person." I laughed.

"That's ok, I understand. Well...kind of. Well, I'm going to see what John was laughing about, bye."

After Jack left, I made a start to clean up the blood in here, in the hall and in the kitchen.

Once I was done, I just flopped onto my bed and went to sleep.

***********

I woke up to the smell of smoke and to someone tapping me furiously on the shoulder.

"Wah?!" I asked startled, sitting up, as I saw Glen inches away from me. "What's going on?"

"The kitchen is on fire." Said Glen.

I looked blank. My brain not completely registering what I was being told.

"The fucking kitchen is on fucking fire!" He repeated louder and more desperate. "Come on!" He shook my shoulder.

When I finally realized what he was saying, I dashed out of my room and into the kitchen. My eyes started watering almost immediately as I stepped into the hallway, it was completely filled with thick black smoke. Closing my eyes, I felt my way to the balcony. When I finally felt the catch on the door, I pushed it open. The smoke soon started to disappear.

When it'd cleared, I dashed back into the kitchen. Standing there was Jack, John, Sweeney and Mortdecai, all looking slightly guilty.

"Well?" I crossed my arms and stared at them intently, waiting for an explanation.

The rest of the guys (Glen, Gellert, Sam, Ichabod, Mort and Edward) were all gathered round, all wanting to know the exact same thing - how did the freaking fire happen?

"Um, why don't you explain, Sweeney?" Suggested Mortdecai nervously, nudging Sweeney forward.

"Why don't you explain, Mortdecai? You're the one who started it," Sweeney snapped, his brown eyes turning dark with anger. "jabbering about your stupid job. If you hadn't distracted us, we wouldn't be here in the first place."

"Poppycock. Well - " Mortdecai was desperately trying to come up with a come back. "If you hadn't lost your family, then you would be nicer to me."

There was an awkward silence. Now that was too far.

"Don't you dare have a go at my family - I was torn away from them!" Sweeney shouted, his eyes glittering with anger and sadness.

"Woah, woah, woah, that's too far, Charlie," John stepped between the pair, trying to stop them from having a go at each other physically. "You can't talk like that to someone. You need to say sorry."

"Sorry," Mortdecai muttered almost immediately, before sloping off into the bedroom he Gellert and Ichabod shared.

"What an asshole." Sam mumbled, before going back into the living room.

"Okay..." I said awkwardly. "Who is responsible for burning the sausages?"

"I am. Sorry, Y/N." John confessed guiltily.

"That's okay, John." I sighed. "It doesn't matter."

"And no, they're not burned."

"Oh? Explain how."

John looked stumped for a moment, before saying: "Because they're caramelized."

Everyone laughed.

"Whatever you say. Jack, those are burnt! Why are you eating them?"

Jack, who had been holding the tray of burnt sausages, was now eating them.

"Waste not, want not." He mumbled through a mouthful of 'caramelized' sausage.

"Ooo, sausages." Said Glen, suddenly appearing by my side.

"Sorry, bro, they're burnt." John explained. "You wouldn't want them." He took the tray from Jack and started to dump the burnt meat.

"Oi! I want some."

We all watched dumbfounded as Glen picked up three sausages and started eating them. "Mmmm, yum."

Burp

"Got any left?" He asked hopefully.

"No." John gnarled, emptying the sausages into the bin.

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down you lot," Gellert spoke, coming back into the kitchen.

We went quiet.

"Since the lunch is burnt - "

"Let's order pizza!" Mort interrupted, his breath smelling strongly of cigarettes.

"Hurrah!" Everyone cheered. We all liked this idea.

Since our meal was burnt, we all went with Mort's idea and bought several large pizzas - plain, vegetable and pepperoni.

They were delicious.

When we went to bed later that night, we all felt nice and full. All the guys and I thought that pizza idea was the absolute highlight of lockdown.

And they were right. It was.

***I hope you enjoyed this last part of Quarantined.  It certainly was interesting, to say the least.
Anyway, I will be writing some more JD imagines soon.
And yeah. Stay safe 😘*********