Full Summary: We all know how Jack Sparrow is when he's alive. But what if he's dead? Even 200 years after his death, he still personfies his character. But why does he still linger?Is it because his death was unjust and not meant to happen? Or is he avoiding his judgement and sentence? Will he be guided to his next world, or will something make him have second thoughts?

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters expect for Evie, and a original plot.

I knew the house was haunted. I just knew it. I was able to feel it when I got the chills despite the Jamaican weather. I hated moving for one thing. But I hated moving into really old houses, such as this 17th century mansion that used to belong to the governor of past Port Royal.

If this were to be a vacation spot, I certainly didn't want any ghost business to go on, but that was just my luck. And my, didn't I just get luckier.

"My, these bloody fools just keep on moving in. They don't get the picture. They wont be here for long-"

"My father is a pretty stubborn man. And if you intend to scare the wits out of me, good luck. There is not a single thing scary about you" I snickered amused. The man, ghost, whatever, looked at me bewildered, but wasn't too far from his normal expression. I could tell he walked through life like a dweeb.

"Ho- How. What?" he asked, his hands being used as if I couldn't hear him.

"Are you wearing eyeliner?" I asked, not one bit interested at his surprise. "And your hair, they have beads"

He narrowed his eyes at me with his mouth gaped open. "I'm sorry, But, who are you?"

"I'm Evie. And you're in my room"

"You're room?" he asked while stepping forward. "I'm sorry darling, but I've been in here for over 150 years, and I think this makes this very much my room" he informed.

I looked at him lamely. "Yes, but I think you're past your expiration date, and shouldn't even be here in the first place. Don't you have some next world to go to? Heaven? "

"'I'm far from Heaven love. And I'm pretty sure I have some unfinished business here"

"And what would that be exactly?"

"None of your business" he snapped.

"Look you twit, the reason why I can see you is because I can help you. And I wish to do that quickly so I can get onto my relaxing. I wasn't expecting you to be here taking up my room!"

"Well I'm sorry girl, but you will have to deal with it. I'm not exactly willing to go anywhere until I figure out why I was killed in the first place."

"Are you sure you didn't die from drunkenness? Or a STD maybe?" I suggested.

"A what?"

"Never mind." I sighed. Looked like another job after all. "Look, I'll help you figure out why you were killed and even who's your killer"

"You can do that?"

"Yes, it's my job, but you'll have to be cooperative and willing to do me favors along the way"

"I am at your service" he vowed, emphasizing his words by properly taking his hat off and bowing to me.

"Alright, well start your services now by allowing me to change into something comfortable. I'll call you and then we'll chat about this unjust death business" I said in a final tone, turning around and expecting him to just vanish. I didn't wait to hear the door shut, because he didn't need to use a door. All he had to do was apparate. Apparation did not have any sound, but the atmosphere did change when a ghost left. And I knew he was still there.

I turned my head and looked at his with a arched eyebrow.

"Oh, sorry luv. Just pretend you cant see me" he smirked. Now I knew a perk of being dead for a scoundrel. But I wiped that smirk off his face and made it perfectly clear, that it would be a perk he wouldn't enjoy with me. I slapped him.

He straggled back, surprised at the fact that I slapt him, and surprised at the fact that it hurt.

"I hadn't felt a slap like that in ages!" he proclaimed, more intrigued now than shocked. I guess the sting went away because now he was more interested with the fact that A) he was able to feel me.

"What are you?" he asked ,his hand to his cheek as if he still felt my touch there.

"I don't know what you call it" I replied annoyed, and truthfully. " But all I know is by helping, I rid you from robbing me of my free time in Jamaica."

He held out his hand.

"I'm Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow"

I was amused, because I certainly did not see his ship. It most likely was sunk at the bottom of the ocean somewhere or firewood. But I kept my mouth shut. I would give him that pride.

"Well Captain Jack Sparrow, I'd appreciate it if you keep your part of the deal now, and at least allow me to settle in" I replied formally taking his hand. Perhaps he would listen then.

He squinted his eyes and looked at me skeptically, but nevertheless (did to me what is now one of his most renounced traits); smirked.

Which so did not catch my attention.