Hey! I'm back once again! I hope you all love this as much as I have enjoyed writing it:-) But here I am, sentimental over something on the SECOND CHAPTER! I am SUCH a freak! But this should hopefully satisfy you, dear readers! And HERE is my FIRST DISCLAIMER FOR THIS STORY! Yayayayayayayayay:) The last one didn't' have any POTC characters, so there wasn't any need for one. BUT NOW THERE IS! So... here it is!

Livvy: Jackie, do I own ANY POTC characters?

Jack Sparrow: Sorry, luv. You own nothing, not even that damn undead monkey. Do you 'av any rum?

Livvy: *finishes a bottle* Not anymore, Jackie!

Jack Sparrow: Bugger.

The Theif

Tessa moaned, rolling over onto her side. "Ugh! I thought this matress had just been replaced!" She muttered. She'd been doing that a lot recently, she realized, as she rreached over to grab her phone of of that little side table... and her hand hit the wall. "Wha...?" her eyes snapped open, to see a cream colored wall, which met a rich mmahogany colored wooden floor. "What am I doing in the hallway?!" She screeched, spinning around. The hallway looked... cleaner. Yes, definitely cleaner, if not brighter and more like everything was new.

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same question," came a voice from behind her. It was low, definitely masculine. She spun around, to face a man, rather short by normal standards, although still taller than herself. She was admitably a very short woman.

The funny thing was what he was wearing, though. It seemed like he hand just stepped out of her high school history book, wig and all. Like a Naval officer,she thought. "I... umm... your not the other guy renting here, by any chance, are you?" She asked. His eyes narrowed.

"I can assure you I do NOT simply rent a room in my own house." Tessa shook her head. "No, this house belongs to Mrs. Lisa. You must be going crazy or something."

"If this is some prank..." He began. "No! This house belongs to Mrs. Lisa!" Thas man stalked his way over to her, grabbing her arm. " This is my house. I have no idea how on earth you snuck in, and I do not wish to know..." He began tugging her down the hall, and over to the head staircase.

Suddenly, as if hit by a tidal wave, all the memories of last night's treasure trove rushing back to her. She gasped, interupting the man's rant. "The Rock!" she yelped, yanking herself free of the man's grasp. She ran back up the stairs as flast as possible. "WHAT ROCK?" She heard him close behind her. He knew, she was sure, or else has wwouldn't have such a reaction. She ignored him as she suddenly darted into the room she had been staying in. Just as she was about to yank open the drawer, she was pulled back by a pair of strong arms. She signed, annoyed.

"You are just lucky I haven't called in Mercer yet, you thief!" He spat in her ear.

She squirmed in his arms, trying to get into the drawer. Keeping a firm grip on her wrist, he called into the hallway. "Guards! You insulate fools! There is a thief!"

A few men came running in, dressed in red coats and carrying muskets. "What? The British... muskets... What is going ON? It's like I'm in the Eighteenth century!"

The men looked confused. "Well, miss," the one on the right spoke up. "You are. Wait," he turned to his companion. "We are right?" The man holding her down sighed. "Of course we are, you fools! Now take her to the brig!"

And that is when Tessa fainted.

So... here'as a new chapter already! So... no reviews. None. I know that you all want POTC characters... but really! So if I don't get at least FIVE more reviews, no more chapteras! I feel terrible doing this, but if you all don'at review or anything, then why should I continue? If the story sucks, that's ok. I mean, it could always be discontinued. So leave me your thoughts. Love you,

Livvy