Surreptitious Amity

Jack sneered. "Ass..." he muttered and looked through the other shelf of bottles. He huffed and gave up, sitting at another table and pulled out one of his rolled cigarettes, lighting it with a candle. It was better just to ignore the other man.

Randy immediately sat up straight when he saw the cigarette. "Is that a cigarette?" he asked, eyeing it like it was God's gift to Earth. He seriously needed one right now.

John took a long drag and gave Randy a look. "Obviously." He muttered quietly and took another drag, not noticing Randy's edge and need that obviously said 'I need a cigarette'.

"Can I have it?" Randy asked bluntly, his need making his accent strong and then weak, strong and then weak again. He was going to go crazy if he didn't get a cigarette soon.

Jack raised a brow. "Your a disrespectful ass to me at first, and now your asking me for a cigarette. Will you fancy that..." He chuckled and took another drag.

"Please. I'm dying for one. Please," Randy begged, not caring who saw him in this state. He needed a cigarette and he would do practically anything to get it.

Jack raised a brow. He kind of liked to see the other man beg. He shook his head and sighed, handing Randy one of his cigarettes. "Here." He said. Jack wasn't a complete asshole. He may be a greedy, but he wasn't one to keep a man from his poison.

"Oh, thank you!" Randy exclaimed, taking the cigarette and taking a nice, long drag. His head cleared and his body relaxed. As he smoked more and more of the cigarette, he felt better in better. When he finished the cigarette, he let out a relaxed breath. "Thanks again," he said before turning around and going to his bed.

Jack shrugged and finished off his cigarette. He glanced a Randy again before going to his quarters, trying get him off his mind. But Randy was a stuck thought on his head. He sighed tried to go to bed.

Randy laid down, sighing as Jack weighed heavily on his mind. He closed his eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep.

The next morning, Jack was awake, steering the ship. He still sensed he was being followed and tried several time to loose them, but he couldn't. Jack pursed his lips and decided to look for land.

Randy awoke the next morning feeling refreshed. He sighed as he got up. He looked around, stretching before going up on deck, shivering at the chilly air of the ocean.

Jack looked at main deck at Randy. His eyes trailed up and down the man's body. He couldn't help it. He found the man gorgeous.

Randy felt someone's eyes on him and turned around, glancing up at Jack and locking eyes. He didn't really know how he felt about Jack checking him out, but he certainly felt something.

Jack locked eyes with Randy. He smirked a little before going back to steering the ship. He pulled out his compass, following the direction. EVentually, they reached an island, their first destination.

Randy smirked and walked around until they arrived at an island. He gazed at the island, a concentration look on his face.

Jack picked several men to go with him. Three of them being Randy and two of his men that Jack didn't know that were undercover. They walked on the island, Jack following his compass, not noticing the look on Randy's, or his intentions.

Randy smirked and nodded to Cody and Ted. This was their chance to do what they needed. But they had to wait until they were out of view of the ship.

Jack heard a noise come towards them. A group of indians. He growled. "Run!" Jack ordered and the crew member scattered in all different directions. When Jack escaped the indians, he realized he was lost. And the only man he had with him was... Randy. "Bugga." He grumbled.

Randy looked at him. "What the fuck does that even mean?" he asked, slightly angered, his accent very thick as he spoke.

Jack rolled his eyes. "You Germans are very ignorant, no?" He huffed and started to walk. He had no clue where he was going. he just knew he was lost on an island with an asshole of a German.

"Yes, we are," Randy said, following Jack. "Where are we going?" he asked, looking around. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck on an island with Jack.

Jack glared. "I don't know. If I knew, I'd tell you... maybe. Maybe I should just leave you here." He said with a slight smile as he pulled out his compass.

"What, like you were left on an island not so long ago?" Randy snapped, before letting out a string of German curses when he stepped on something.

Jack snickered. "Karma. And by the way I speak German." He smirked. "And I got off that island... so suck it!' He snipped as he walked.