Yes. Yes. And Yes. Another story. This is what I hope to be a three or two part thing. Erm...I just cant keep to one story too much, and I haven't been getting that much reviews. Well..enjoy. Ps; this is BP...Before Pirates- of the Caribbean movie.

Chapter one: Care of mythical pirates

"Jack, I swear to all that's heavenly, if you don't hold bloody still...I will shoot your arse!" Jack gave a seductive laugh. And Else silently wondered how this pirate could still be seductive when he was almost dead with fever.

"Ah, come on, El. Jus' one more drink!" Jack moaned. She slapped at his wandering hand and he withdrew it from her skirts quickly. He was smiling stupidly at her, and she cursed the fever for playing on her emotions.

Else was a sort of renegade pirate. Going from ship to ship, and never having a home. Some said she was pretty, and others just plain. She had long blonde hair that she usually pinned up to keep out of her way. A few times she cut it, but after she was mistaken for a boy, she quit. She had gray eyes that were not out of the ordinary, and she figured her nose was a bit long. She was a plain Jane, alright, in the looks department. But Jack Sparrow had taken a liking to her. He loved her temper and her way of words. Which basically meant that he liked the way she could curse. She had been on this pirate's crew for a while now, and somehow taken over the role of doctor.

"Well, its your fault you got sick." She hissed, pushing him back into his bed. It was night and as he was too sick to be left alone, it was up to her to stay and keep watch. Else figured it was around midnight and his fever was causing him discomfort.

"How!" He demanded, hurt. She finally managed to lift him in the middle of the bed, and pulled the sheets up to his chin.

"You had to prove yourself to Bootstrap. He is only two years younger then you, Jack." She scoffed. She was trying hard not to smile at the scene she remembered so clearly in her mind.

"Else, my dear...he wounded my pride. But he did prove himself. Damn blighter." He winced as he moved his left arm, causing the wound on his shoulder to stretch.

"Why couldn't you have had him just...I dunno...climb the rigging or something?"

"Oh pish. That has sooo been done." Jack snorted. He sunk into his eider down pillows and smiled his half drunken pirate smile up at Else who was looming over him, a worried frown on her face.

"Listen, luv...Don' worry 'bout me. Im fine! Just a wee bit tired is all. Now...go eat. Your skinnier then normal." She watched his eyes droop, but he refused to sleep until she left.

"ELSE!" He said loudly, then grimaced at his own loudness. "I could have you thrown off the crew you know. Women pirates aren't allowed. Tis in the code, so tis." Else rolled her eyes, and poked Jack before making for the door.

"Ah, hang the code." She laughed, and when she opened the door and went to slip out, she saw him drift off to sleep.

Most of the crew was asleep, except for the few who were out steering and watching over the ship. Else quietly padded down to the galley and lit a few candles for light. She fixed some porridge, and left it hanging in the pot for someone else in the morning, if they wanted it.

She sat down and quickly ate her food. Not realizing until a few bites in that she was ravenously hungry. She had been diligently watching over Jack for three days now. And Bootstrap, as he was called, was gladly welcomed into the crew with opened arms. Else laughed at the memory of him and Jack battling it out on the deck.

"I'd like to hear a good joke." Else looked up to see the first mate of the ship, Barbossa. He came in, and sat down opposite her.

"Oh, just thinking about the other day." Barbossa immediately knew what she was talking about, and laughed too. Else wasn't too hip on Barbossa. He was nice and all, but there was something in his eyes that suggested he wanted more. But she could find nothing wrong with him. He was a great and ruthless sailor. Anyone could want him on a crew, because he was a great pirate.

"Yeah. Cap'n was pretty great. How is 'e?"

"Ah, truth be told...I dunno. He's feverish...But then, he always acts that way." Barbossa laughed.

"Listen, I have to go back in there, before he tries getting up. See ya later." He waved Else off as she left to the cabin.

"Try not to kill him!" He shouted after her.

"Easier said then done!" She shouted back over her shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" Else was sitting besides Jack's bed in his chair that she pulled up. He had woken up and she was dead tired herself. She only managed about an hour of sleep, because he must have been having bad dreams. His voices and 'but please! I need rum!' kept her up.

"Better. Can I gee up now mum?" He asked in a sweet and tantalizing voice.

"No son." Else matched his tone of voice perfectly, like a mockingbird. He chuckled, and with her help sat up.

"So, is it grits, or do I get some soggy bread?" He asked in a fake cheerful voice. He had a look of revulsion on his face that was very comical.

"Oh shut it. You know very well that you are still a bit too weak for much solid food. You'd chuck it right back up again." He mumbled something under his breath, but Else didn't catch it. He was sore about not having anything to drink, and he was undergoing some serious mood swings.

"Come on, just one small glass of wine?" Else shook her head, and tried hard not to slap him. Her hand was itching for a stinging blow, because she was finally growing tired of him.

"Don't make call in Bootstrap so he can kick your arse again." She snapped instead. He scowled at her, and if looks could kill, shed be dead.

"Just shut your little arse and get out." He growled. She rolled her eyes and walked out of the cabin, calling for someone to bring in his food.

"You, Bootstrap, can I have a word?" Else walked up to the newest crew member who was dutifully cutting some lengths of rope. He looked up at her for a moment and she realized just how good looking he was.

He had a lean face that showed hardships, yet lightheartedness. His brown eyes looked soul searching and his light brown hair fell perfectly into his eyes. She smiled without knowing, then shook her head.

"Er...Sure." He said in a light voice. He stood up and offered a hand.

"Me real name is William. William Turner." She shook his hand and vaguely nodded her head.

"Else."

"Just Else?"

"Just Else." She confirmed, then laughed. He smiled, a nice smile showing all of his teeth which were straight and fairly white.

"You wanted to talk about something?"

"Oh yes!" She felt slightly embarrassed for staring at his face, but he was very attractive.

"I am sorta the ship's doctor. I wanted to introduce myself. Er...do you have any family, Will?"

"Call me Bootstrap...everyone else does. Yes, I do. A wife, and a new born son, Will." Else's face didn't fall and shew as rather glad that he was married. She had a sort of bond with Jack anyways.

"Oh. Then why did you join the account?" He chuckled again. Bootstrap seemed to be a very easy going guy.

"Money, dear Just Else. Money. I am actually a merchant sailor. At least everyone except me wife thinks I am. But I want a bit more adventure." He looked up at the sky, squinting in the early morning sunlight.

It had rained the day before, and the world seemed to have a shine on it and be clean. Else loved the days after it rained. Everything was just so much brighter.

"Ah. Well, if you have any ailments at all, Im round. Tah." She saluted him airily and sauntered off, damning herself for being stupid.

"ELSE!" A loud voice boomed.

"Else...captain wants ter see ye." She nodded at Barbossa and walked back to the captain's quarters.

"Yes El Capitan?" She said in a Spanish accent. He glared at her. She walked fully into his cabin and smiled cheerfully. Jack was sitting on his chair with a pained expression on his face.

He suddenly put his hands to his head and slammed his eyes shut. "Oh god! It's the D.T.'s! I have the D.T.'s!"Else spun around to see Barbossa walking in and a baby monkey on his shoulder. He gave Jack an odd look, and rolled his eyes.

"Cap'n, we are nearin' Jamaica. Which port do we sail in?"

"Get that damn thing out of here!" Jack hissed, snarling at the monkey. Else drew Barbossa aside, and whispered into his ear.

"He needs drink, but he cant stomach it. Just sail into Morant." Barbossa nodded and walked out, muttering something about an incompetent captain.

"Jack...why don't I fix you a nice drink?" Else said happily, reaching for the flask at her hip. She tossed it to him, but he was too slow and his shoulder didn't allow fast movement. It ended up bouncing off his head and falling onto his lap. He paid not mind but quickly drained it.

"I love you Else." He said happily.

"You love rum, Sparrow." She said shaking her head.