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WARNING! This story is a result of sleep depredation (I have to reinstall a bunch of things into my computer and it's late at night…)! Forgive all the stupidity…

A cheep motel room, Tortuga (hm, don't think that's how you spell that…), late at night

Jack Sparrow, sorry, CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow rolled over in his sleep, his lips moving silently in a song only he could hear. With a snort, he rolled over once again…

THUD!

Right out of his bed. With a grunt, he sat up and grabbed his aching head in an attempt to stop the world from spinning. When everything seemed to be normal, he let go and shook his head, as if making sure it would still work. He slowly stood up and looked around.

His eyes landed on a wooden chest under the window. His eyes lit up and a drunken grin spread across his face.

"Ah, the rum!"

With that, he lurched across the room. Once he reached the treasure chest, he happily sat on the floor and rubbed his hands together menacingly (well, it would look more menacing if he didn't look so happy… or so drunk). He gleefully opened the chest. He then shut the chest, his face no-so-happy. His eyebrow collided and he opened the chest again, as if he expected to see something he hadn't when he looked before. Once again, he closed the chest, a frown on his dirty face.

"But…" For once in his life, Captain Jack Sparrow was speechless.

A maid, a black girl appearing to be about 20, entered the room. "Housekeeping!"

"Where is the rum?" Jack asked, still sitting before the chest. "Why is the rum gone?"

"'Sucse me?" the girl asked, looking questioningly at Jack. He turned to her.

"My rum has gone." Jack said, looking like he was about to cry.

"Ah, well let me see if anyone has been up here lately." She stepped into the hall. "Gwen! Get over here!"

A small white girl, also about 20, raced to the other girls' side. "What is it, Jessie? I've other chores to do, ya know."

"Has anyone been in this room?" Jessie asked, squinting at the girl.

"Yea, some hairy guy and a skinny girl. Thought they was still up here. Never saw them come back down."

Jack looked at the window above his beloved chest. Come to think of it, he didn't remember leaving it open. Meanwhile, Jessie had dismissed Gwen. She walked over to the man on the floor. His eyes were squinted and he had a look of utmost concentration upon his face. Jessie shrugged and got to work on cleaning the filthy room Jack was currently occupying.

Suddenly, Jack jumped up. "I have it!" he shouted, scaring poor Jessie. Jack paid her no heed, a look of consideration on his face as he went around the room gathering his stuff and stowing it in his chest (a different one from the one that held the rum, mind you). Once he had finished, he turned to Jessie.

"I do believe my bill has been paid in full?" he asked. Jessie nodded.

"Good, good. Is there someone I could pay to get these two chest onto a ship?" Again, she nodded.

"Just ask one of the holsters. Whilst ye be need'n anything else?" she asked.

"No, no, I just need to get going. Thank you." With that, Jack fled the room. Once she was sure he was gone, she smirked.

"That'll teach him."

A/N: Wow, that certainly wasn't my best stuff! Well, not bad for my first POTC:COTBP (wow, what a mouthful!) fic, no? Yes, yes, I know it was stupid. I did warn you! Mayhap I should stick to Harry Potter…

If you have any ideas for this story, by all means, tell them to me! Don't know if I'll even write more.

Preview for the next chapter:

Jack visits some old friends!

And can you guess who says this:

"I burned it all, remember?"

Cookies to those who do!

Nature's love,

JD