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Summary: Aboard the Black Pearl with Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann. Takes place after Curse of the Black Pearl but before Dead Man's Chest. Will and Jack come down with the flu and poor Elizabeth is running back and forth between the two. Sure to have some cute moments as well as some humor! Reviews always welcome and much appreciated (:

Elizabeth walked down the stairs leading to the brig of the Black Pearl. After letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she made her way between the hammocks hanging from the rafters until she found the one occupied bunk, an unusual occurrence for this time of day. She was pleased to find Will finally getting some rest; he had come down with what Elizabeth figured was the flu about two days ago but had only given into it's demands of rest and relaxation that morning. She turned and started making her way back towards the stairs when Will stirred.

"Elizabeth?" he mumbled as Elizabeth retreated to his side.

"I'm here, Will." she said gently, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. She watched as his eyes focused and smiled when they finally locked on hers.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thanks. Just seeing you makes me feel better." Will said, returning Elizabeth's smile before turning away in a fit of coughing. Elizabeth stood by, feeling concerned. When Will regained his composure, he took Elizabeth's hand in his.

"You should probably be getting back on deck." he said, his voice horse.

"Aye." Elizabeth responded. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Will nodded and closed his eyes as Elizabeth made her way back to the deck. She went to the edge of the ship and leaned on its steady timbers, allowing the wind and the waves to take her mind off to the edge of the map.

Jack Sparrow had retreated to his quarters shortly after he had ordered Will Turner to his bunk on account of the flu. And although there was almost nothing that could keep Captain Jack Sparrow from being on the bridge of his ship, he had decided that maybe it was time to take his own advice when he could no longer see straight on account of dizziness. Now, mid afternoon, he was in his own bed, wondering what he had done to deserve this. Absolutely miserable, he thought surely Davy Jones himself had ordered the pounding headache and constant dizziness and nausea. He looked around hopelessly for a bottle of rum to put an end to his misery but couldn't find one in sight. With a big sigh, he forced himself up.

"Oh." he let out a groan as the room swayed before his eyes. Unsteadily, using the wall for support, Jack made his way to the door and opened it and squinted as the bright sunlight hit his face. He started heading towards the stairs to go and fetch a bottle of relief but only made it a few steps before leaning over the rails and allowing the contents of his stomach empty into the sea.

Elizabeth was brought back to reality by the sound and sight of Jack vomiting over the side of the Black Pearl. She hurried over to him.

"Jack?" she asked. Jack swung his head around to her in an over-exaggerated motion and Elizabeth watch him fight for his balance.

"Aye, Love?" he asked, still swaying. Elizabeth put her hand on his shoulder, stabilizing him temporarily.

"Are you okay, Jack?" she asked, noting that the Captain was sporting the same pale completion as Will.

"Just need a bottle of rum, Lizzie. Now if you'd be so kind as to let me go…"

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows but released her grip on Jack and watched with amusement as he took a few steps before grabbing onto the rail to stop himself from falling onto the floor, or worse, the water.

"A bottle of rum, eh Jack?" Elizabeth asked, coming up beside him.

"Aye." Jack insisted.

"I don't think so, Captain Sparrow. Face it, Jack; you have the flu, just like Will."

"But Love, I am Captain Jack Sparrow. I don't get sick. Savvy?"

"You look bloody awful, Jack. You shouldn't even be out of bed."

"Look, Lizzie," Jack started.

"Jack, please?" Elizabeth gave him a hard stare and Jack finally relented.

"But only if you bring me a bottle of rum." he said as he allowed Elizabeth to lead him back to his cabin.

"I'll see what I can find, Jack. For now, just relax."

Jack rolled over on his bed, mumbling to himself.

"Bloody flu."

In spite of his distaste of the situation, sleep quickly found Captain Jack Sparrow.

So…what do you think? Reviews are much appreciated-even if you didn't enjoy it that much. If that's the case, then please tell me nicely what you think I could change (: I'm open to hearing just about anything.