I wrote this when I was fifteen, and looking at it now... I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Or throw up.

Now, I did clean it up some. That way you readers may only get mildly ill.

So basically, I'm only putting this up for fun. I don't see the point in rewriting something that I can't publish.

JACK'S POV

Gibbs came to help me up on deck. But when I handed him the skeleton leg I had used as an oar, he just stared at it. So I had to crawl up by myself.

"Not quite according to plan." he commented.

"Complications arose, ensued, were overcome." I walked toward the helm.

"Did you get what you went in for?" a woman stepped forward.

The silver haired, green eyed beauty had fallen for Barbossa and when I killed him, she had sworn to kill me. Even though she said she had forgiven me, I was still wary of her.

"Of course I did Sylvia." I waved a piece of rolled up parchment around.

"Captain, I think the crew - meaning me as well - were expecting something a bit more... shiny. What with the Isla De Muerta being reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it." Gibbs sounded pained.

I saw Sylvia flinch. That was where I had shot Barbossa.

"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic." a pirate commented.

"And the hurricane!" Marty the midget said and all the others agreed.

"All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating." Gibbs said.

"Shiny?" I asked.

"Aye. Shiny." Gibbs confirmed.

"Is that how you're all feeling then? Perhaps dear ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as Captain?" I was a little bit angry.

"Walk the plank." Cotton's parrot squawked.

I aimed my pistol at him, "What did the bird say?!"

"Don't blame the bird. Show us what's on that piece of cloth." Sylvia nodded at the roll of parchment.

Just then the monkey dropped in front of me and grabbed the parchment. He ran a ways before I shot him and made him drop it.

"You know that does no good." Sylvia pointed out, almost smugly.

"It does me." I said.

The monkey had once belonged to Barbossa and he had named it after me. Unlike Barbossa and his crew, the monkey had remained cursed. So he still turned into a skeleton in the moonlight and could not be killed. Much to my annoyance.

Marty retrieved the parchment and looked at it, "It's a key."

"No, much more better! It is a drawing of a key." everyone just stared at me, "Gentlemen..." Sylvia cleared her throat, so I added, "... and lady. What do keys do?"

"Keys unlock tings." a pirate answered.

"And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!" Gibbs assumed.

"No." Gibbs looked confused, so I explained, "We don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So, what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it."

"So we're going after this key!" Gibbs sounded happy.

"You're not making any sense at all." I said and Gibbs looked really confused, "Any more questions?"

"So... Do we have a heading?" Marty asked.

"Ah!" I reached for my special compass, "Set sail in..." the compass was pointing in every direction, so I just picked one and pointed, "... that way direction." everyone looked confused, "Come on. Snap to and make sail, you know how this works."

I walked to my cabin as the crew began scurrying around.