Disclaimer We don't own it! So don't sue! We're a pair of broke teenagers! THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MARY SUES. THEY DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH EITHER JACK OR WILL (such a shame...) SO IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR THAT KIND OF STORY, YA WON'T FIND IT HERE! Sorry, mates

Chapter One
A Shirty Affair

Bouncing happily along in the foamy waves, the ships of the Trio were bound for Port Royal. Two joyful figures clung to the prows of the Running and the Wolf, loving the feel of the spray off the waves and the wind riding alongside them. Captain Jack Sparrow watched them proudly, with a playfully evil glint in his eyes.

"They're 17 and 18 and they still find time to act like children." He remarked to Gibbs, who smiled.

"LONE STAR!!" Came the shout from the Running. Jack turned to see his goddaughter balancing daringly on the prow and Captain Caylyn Starre shouting at her to get down. They could clearly tell that the vivacious teenager was all ready in trouble... and it wasn't even noon.

"New record." Jack commented. "Caylyn! Hank! Send the girls over before we arrive!" He shouted.

"BLACK WOLF!" Hank shrieked. Black Wolf froze, halfway thru climbing the mast in order to stay out of trouble.

"But dad-"

"Get your ass down here! NOW!"

"All right then." Black Wolf said smugly. She reached for a rope and swung in a grand fashion all the way to the Pearl, where Hank was waiting.

"Grounded." He said angrily.

"But you never said how to come down, dad!" Black Wolf whined. Her father's glare stopped her in her tracks though,

"Hank! Go back to your ship!" Jack admonished. "I have important business to discuss with the girls." He continued, looking sternly at the girls, who, stood side by side and looked aloof. Jack proceeded to walk back and forth in front of them like a general walking the ranks of soldiers. Lone Star and Black Wolf gave him 'what the hell?!?' looks. "As you know we are heading into Port Royal today." They nodded. "We will be seeing the Turners. As you know they have two teenage boys about your age. I am here to tell that the Turner boys are dangerous territory and are to be avoided at all costs!" The girls gaped at him.

"Jack." Black Wolf said, shocked. "You expect us to be afraid of two wimpy teenage boys?"

"I mean, c'mon! We fought cursed pirates," Lone Star said with a roll of her eyes.

"We fought cursed, undead zombie sailor things," Black Wolf continued.

"We lifted the curse on the Forgotten Isle," Lone Star said.

"We live with you!" They cried in unison.

"And you expect us to be afraid of two," Black Wolf said.

"Wimpy," Lone Star said.

"Teenage," Black Wolf.

"BOYS?!" They cried as one. Jack pretended to be thinking hard on it.

"Yes!" He said. His reward was turn eye rolls from the girls, who began to walk away. "I bloody mean it too!' He shouted after them. Still they did not reply. "They are just.. Ignoring me, Gibbs. I'm hurt." Jack said to Gibbs, giving him the puppy dog eyes.

"Jack. I know this may be a bit much for you, but think really hard on this one." Gibbs replied putting his hand on Jack's shoulder. "When did they ever listen to you?" Jack stopped abruptly, seeing Port Royal come into sight.

"Good point."

---Pirates---

"You know how Jack is always rattling on about Tortuga, Black Wolf?" Lone Star said as she and her friend ambled along the sunny avenues of Port Royal's marketplace.

"Aye."

"Well, in some respects I think Port Royal is better."

"We'd better keep you away from the ships for a while, Lone Star," Black Wolf snorted. "Jack'll kill you if he hears you talking like that."

"Where the hell are we suppose to go though? You heard what Jack said about avoiding the Turner boys. We don't know anyone else in Port Royal."

"Since we do we listen to Jack?" Black Wolf snorted. "Let's just get to Will and Elizabeth before he does, so we can persuade them to our side."

"Aye." Lone Star neatly scooped up an apple from a nearby cart as she said it. "See, that's how Port Royal is better than Tortuga because every shop-keeper is so paranoid they'd have a knife out before I -"

"Thief! Someone catch her!"

"Shit."

"Lone Star, my dear, I think we should drop in on the Turners very soon."

A pair of off-duty naval officers had heard the furious shopkeepers call and started towards the pirate girls, who very casually began to pick up their pace, ducking into the first alley that presented itself.

"Will they recognize us?" Lone Star hissed.

"We haven't been here in years. Don't worry. Besides, I think we've given them the -" Black Wolf didn't just eat her words, she damn near chocked on them. The two officers had appeared in the alley ahead of them.

"You there!"

Without a second thought , Black Wolf and Lone Star turned and ran back the way they came.

"All this for an apple?" Lone star panted. "They're worse that Barbossa!"

They ran across the street, causing several horses to shy in fright, and crouched behind a wagon parked outside a butcher's shop. The officers were waiting on the other side of the street, attempting to cross and scanning the crowd.

"You're wrong, you know," Black Wolf whispered. "It may be harder to steal in Tortuga but at least people there respect your right to your plunder once you've succeeded."

At that, the officers reached the other side of the street. The cart began to roll away. cursing, the girls leapt to their feet, tired to escape, ran into the furious owner of the cart, then finally got going. They could hear the officers panting behind them, shouting something about stopping in the name of the law.

"Mention the code and then we'll be talking," Black Wolf called. "You ready, Lone Star?"

"Always!"

They stopped abruptly, causing the officers to rush right by them. They gave them a little extra push, pulled their hats over their faces and planted a boot in their rears. This accomplished, they turned on their heels and headed down the street. They looked back once or twice, but no one was pursuing.

"One thing doesn't change between Tortuga and Port royal," Lone Star grinned. "Trouble always finds us."

It was then that they saw the cart they'd disturbed earlier barreling down the street towards them, its owner giving chase. They dove to the side, into an open doorway to avoid being flattened. The door slammed shut behind them leaving them lying on the dirt floor of the shop they fell into. The two girls looked around and immediately recognized their surroundings.

"I'll be damned!"

"You already are Lone Star, but that's besides the point."

"It's the Turner's blacksmith! Apparently we do have a sense of direction."

"It's either that or a highly developed sense of luck." Black Wolf laughed. "And from the lack of disasters around here, we've beat Jack."

"I don't see Will either. Don't they live somewhere nearby?"

Both girls were standing on tiptoe looking out the window for any sign of a Turner- like dwelling, when they felt the cold steel of swords at their throats.

"How do you know our father?" A male voice behind them said.

"We'd appreciate it if those swords weren't at our throats."

They turned at once and drew their swords, knocking away the ones threatening them and laying theirs along their attackers necks. They almost froze at the sight of them. They were young, no older than the girls themselves, with intense dark eyes.

They obviously weren't as stunning because the boys were utterly unphased. They threw down their swords and snatched the girls' left wrists baring them to the light and revealing brands in the shape of a 'P.'

"Pirates!" they hissed, dropping them.

"You seem really, really familiar." Lone Star frowned.

"They look just like Will! And just like Bootstrap!"

"Bootstrap?" The one who had threatened Lone Star asked. "How do you know our-"

"Wait, if they're related to Will, that means that they're Turners," Black Wolf deduced. "and I'm remembering a very important conversation about Turner boys. A conversation with Jack."

"Shit." She and Lone Star said at once. By the looks of those boys, it would be hard to stay out of trouble with them.

"Matthew? Michael?" Will's voice called from the back.

"Shit!" All four cried.

Lone Star and Black Wolf had barely enough time to sheathe their swords before William Turner entered the room. It had been many years since they saw him but he hadn't changed a great deal; his hair had greyed a little and there were crinkles around his eyes that failed to leave after his frown turned to an expression of shock.

"Arlen! Liash!"

"Will, you know you love us," Lone Star cried falling at his feet. "We didn't abuse you too much as a pillow!"

"Please don't tell Jack we're here!" Black Wolf added.

"What happened? When did you get here?" Will asked, bewildered. "And boys, put your shirts back on!"

It was then that the girls noticed the fact that the two boys staring down disapprovingly at them were shirtless and sweating, and that they had physiques that suggested Will had been working them hard.

Shortly after this, they noticed that they were kneeling on two somethings that didn't quite feel like dirt.

The tableau lasted for another second or so before they heard a shout and a crash in the back.

"Jack!" Will hissed.

Black Wolf and Lone Star dove for cover behind some crates.

"Make a distraction, Will!" They whispered.

"Right!"

It didn't take long for him to find the most distracting thing in the room...

---Pirates---

Jack burst into the blacksmith's with his usual lopsided grace and cast a weather eye about.

Nope. No girls.

"Jack!" A happy voice called.

"Bloody hell, whelp! That you?"

"It's been too long." Will smiled, clasping his hand.

Out of habit, Jack cast another weather eye. Before he could check the room again - especially those crates in the corner - he noticed something rather distracting in the center of the room.

"By all that's unholy, those can't be the young whelps! What exactly are they doing?"

The two young whelps in question were currently doing push-ups as a matter of fact. What was biting at Jack's ares was the fact that they were shirtless. Just one more glance around the room- crated still suspicious, but no girls.

"Ah! I'm trying to keep them busy. Matt, Michael say hello to Jack. I doubt you remember him."

"Hello." They each managed to grunt.

"Keep that up until I say." Will said sternly before smiling at Jack once more. "You can never be too careful with adolescent boys."

"Nor with the girls." Jack said dryly. "I have come to inquire of my goddaughters."

"Don't you trust them? You should know to do that by now."

"My dear William, if you lived with them you'd know not to trust them." He shook his head. "Don't let them in here while Matt and Michael are about, savvy? Especially not while they're like that. I have to continue watching the unloading of my effects. I hate having to moor the ships so far out, but I think Norrington's a fixture here."

"He keeps the peace, and it seems the Navy intends to keep him here until he dies."

"Well, he deserves a promotion for putting up with all the hell we raise. One that takes him far, far away." One last glance. Just one more. "I think I'll be off. Just keep the girls away."

"I don't know how you really intend to keep the children apart and avoid Norrington for two weeks. I don't even understand why you want to keep the children apart.

Jack froze. "Did one of those crates just say 'children' in a rather outraged voice?"

"No, that was Matt. An extra minute for you." He said to his offspring.

Jack shrugged. "To answer your question: I want to keep my hellcats away from your whelps because your whelps got your good looks, mate," Will beamed proudly at this. "But unfortunately your brains came in the deal too. There's no telling what the four of them would get up too. Savvy?"

Will sighed. "Savvy."

"Ta, then." Jack tipped his hat, glared at the crates once more and ultimately decided to leave them unmolested. He sauntered off.

---Pirates---

"Thank you SO much Will!" Lone Star cried, leaping out from behind the crates the moment it was safe.

"Thank you!" Black Wolf added, following her.

"Honestly, I don't think what I did helped. You've made an art out of disobeying Jack, and I can't stop the tide."

They persisted in their thanks until they heard a somewhat irritated voice.

"Father?"

"Yes, Matt?"

"Can we stop now?"

"Yes."

The boys collapsed at once then stood and dusted themselves off. The girls couldn't help but feel a twinge of loss when they pulled their shirts back on.

"That was a bit too much for the sake of a couple of girls." Michael muttered.

"Oh, I should think we were worth it." Lone Star smiled, shifting her hips to one side and resting her hand there. One shoulder of her linen shirt was nearly falling off. Michael smiled at the picture she created.

"I dare say that it was worth the view..."

It was then that the girls realized the boys' pushups position and the way they crouched behind the crates made it very easy for the boys to see down their shirts.

"Michael!" Will shouted, reaching the same conclusion.

Black Wolf started to drag Lone Star out the door, recognizing from the look in her eyes that she was close to attacking Michael.

"We should go get our stuff off the Pearl. We'll see you at the party tonight!"

"Until then!" Will called. He shook his head once they were gone.

"Well that was interesting." Matt to his brother.

"Quite a shirty affair, don't you think?" Michael snickered.

As both boys erupted into hysterics, Will couldn't help but wonder if Jack was right.

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