Off the Map - A Pirates of the Caribbean AU

After drinking and eating himself into a near coma, Jack sleeps a good long while. The bed isn't the best in the world by far, but the company is better than the Dutch crew. When he starts to wake, he's loath to move from his position. The body wrapped around him feels so warm and comfortable. The odd familiarity of a body that's a perfect fit to his own is hard to pull away from. He roll over in Sam's arms and nuzzles against the selkie before he even realizes who he's in bed with.

"Good morning, luv..."

He opens his dark rimmed eyes and blinks a few times. Jack laughs to himself and sits up.

"Bugger. My apologies, mate. Rather forgot where I was."

Jack stretches as the present situation comes back to him. A small grin comes to his lips and he looks over the side of the bed for the large, red-headed Norse he left sleeping on the floor. Noble self-sacrifice always amuses him when he's not the one doing it.

"Wakey wakey, snow giant."