I do not own PotC I never will

I do not own PotC I never will.

Elizabeth

"Ready?" I whispered to Will while we were in the haul of the Pearl. Hehe.

"Yeah." He picked up the large crate and dumped it over the side.

Jack

Ow. The sun hurts. Horribly. I hate hang-overs. Hmm… Who is that next to me? I hope I didn't have to pay for her. That would stink. I could be spending it on rum, by God! Women, or rum… that's like saying run or women! Rum!! Oh My God. Let me rephrase that. I hope I didn't have to pay for him. I don't want to know how this happened. Well, only one thing to take care of my hang-over. Rum!! Now, let me just reach next to me…

BLOODY F& HELL!!

"GIBBS!!" I yell, getting up. He doesn't answer. "MISTER GIBBS!!"

"Wot?" He was on the other side of the him/her thing. I better have been too drunk to notice.

"Thas wot, Cap'ain, to you Mr.Gibbs," says I.

"Wot Cap'ain?"

"Where is my rum?!"

"Well, ye probably drank it."

"WOT!? I DID NOT DRINK MY RUM!! IT DISOPEARED I TELL YOU!!" Mr. Gibbs looked at me like I was crazy, or probably drunk. I wish I was. But no, my rum just had to disappear. Ah well, down to the stores.

I skip happily own to the stores. "THE RUM!! NOOO!! IT'S GONE!!"