"SHIT!" was the first word that came from her mouth. The burning smell of smoke and soot and burning seawater. She could hear Norrington laugh now! "Fuck it!" the pearl didn't even stand a chance…it burnt down to the water line.

Airtimes groaned, Jack was coming back TODAY and how in hell was she going to tell him his ship went up and burnt to hell? HOW! Gibbs could all but stare at wonder at the smoldering pile of wood. William looked away.

"Good one Art, what's next?" Airtimes' jaw had dropped long ago. Jack had put her in charge while he was away on 'business' that is unless you call doing a whore business. She finally got a hold of herself. Ordering everyone in the nearest tavern she ordered them a round of drinks.

"Bravo Captain Arty!" someone jeered

"Shut up!" Airtimes snapped. She looked around at them all. William was grim with Elizabeth on his arm perhaps the first time since they got married they weren't making out or screwing each other's brains out. Annemarie couldn't help but laugh, and Gibbs had an afeard look on his face, hell even Cotton's talk-your-ass-off bird was quite. Airtimes groaned.

"So who gets to be the lucky SOB to tell Jack his ship burnt down?"

"It ain't me!" Annemarie said. Airtimes glowered at her.

"I just got married!" Will said followed by a 'me too' from Elizabeth.

"He's three sheets to the wind!" Cotton's talk-your-ass-off bird squawked. Airtimes nodded.

"I agree with Cotton get Jack drunk!"
"Then you can tell him Gibbs!" Airtimes grinned. "Thanks for volunteering! Love you all!" she smiled.

"Jus' hold yer horses, who's in charge here?" he asked.

"I am,"

"Firs' rule of management, everything is your fault!" Gibbs smiled.

"Alright then, it's your fault!" Just then Jack walked in.

"Alright, where's the Pearl?" he asked dead drunk. Nothing got past him even in his most intoxicated state. Airtimes grinned and stepped away. "Don't tell me Barbossa stole it!" he roared. Everyone looked to Aritimes. "You Art, I put you in Charge what the fuck happened to my ship!"

"Um…we were just dicussing that……" she said sheepishly.

"When I get my hands on that low life good for nothing…." He paused smiled and then snarled. "You burnt it down didn't you!" He pointed his finger at her.

"It wasn't me!" she said. Jack growled. Airtimes yelped diving for the door only for him to follow after her.
"WITCH!" he shouted chasing after her. Will and Elizabeth stood in the doorway looking out at the chase. Elizabeth nodded.

"Too bad, and she was such a nice girl."

"Yeah and the first one Jack didn't charm her pants off within five minutes of meeting her,"

"Will she doesn't wear pants,"

"Exactly," he said.

"YOU BURNT DOWN MY FUCKING SHIP!" The words echoed around the port like a bell. Will turned to Elizabeth.

"Sounds a lot more final when he says it you know,"