Margaret saw Jack started to squirm. She gently placed an arm on the goo side of his chest and stoked his fore head. "Shhh, Jack, don't move, you won't get better idf he can't get the bullet out. Shhh." She soothed him, sure it looked odd to Flip, she had only known Jack for days, while she had known Flip for years. She continued to say soothing words while holding Jacks still and patching the wounds she could, and at the same time she would wipe the blood away from his mouth, and often kiss his cheek. To anyone seeing this, they proberly looked like they were in love.

"Bloody hell..."

The doc muttered as he finally drew the last bullet, he dropped it into the mug and patched up Jack`s wounds. He was able to stop the bleedings and the coughing, he finally sat down with his hands covered in blood.

"There... he must remain here for some days... I can`t guarentee he will be alright after all of that... but he will survive"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Margaret nodded to the doctor gratefully. and slowly she laid next to Jack, extremly tired, she held his hand in hers. "Flip,"She muttered as she started to fall asleep. "Go tell my Father where we are then come back." And with that she fell asleep next to Jack, they must have looked like an actual couple.

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"Are you stupid?!"

Flip asked and looked at them.

"The town is full of guards, they will notice me all tough I wear these and ecspecially if I talk to your father. They probably have figured out that I was disguised and oherwise I will be regonized..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Margaret didn't answer, she was already deep in sleep as a smile graced her lips.

Flip hmped and sat down onto a chair by the window with his musket leaning against the wall.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

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((Jack could have a dream segunce that could hint about his future with Margaret, the wake up.))

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((OK))

*Margaret smiled, she was on the Black Pearl with Jack. A crew worked behind them. Jack had an arm put around her hand brought her closer to him and used his hand to tildt her head and leaned in.*

Margaret woke with a yawn. What was that dream about. She looked over to Jack, he looked better then he had before. then she noticed not only was she still holding his hand, but his fingers were wrapped around hers. She smiled and gave a gentle squeze before she sat up and got her first look around and was glad when she noticed some food was waiting. And Flip was asleep. It was then tha her stomach growled and Jack started to stir.

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Margaret glanced at Jack who woke up. "Its ok Jack." She said approaching him. She held out an apple. "The doctor left food." She smiled, the dream still on her mind. What did it mean? He had appeared older, as she must have. "Have something to eat, you'll feel better." She insited getting back to reality. "I think Flip wants to go home." Home, she thought, home was where your heart is, and somehow, her heart had claimed Jack home.

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Margaret nodded, and put the apple down and grabbed the bottle of rum. She walked over and sat beside Jack on the bed. "I glad your ok, Jack." she caressed his face, and looked into his eyes, then the images of her dream returned and she wanted to change the subject. "Want something to drink, its rum." She lifted the bottle up for him to see.

((hey Pip, am I moving things to fast, like the dream, or is the hinting and slow relationship working with you well?))