Oh, and I forgot to add this to the other one… I am not the owner of anything in this…. Just the concept of them all getting together like this… if I was the owner, I would own a Lambo… but I don't… so I'm not…

"Well, it's about time you got here, Spencer." Was Lassiter's greeting. But none of the newcomers were paying him attention. They were staring up at the huge ship in front of them.

"Gus… it looks just like the one in the movies..." Shawn whispered. Gus barely nodded. He was just as amazed. Lassiter, however, looked unimpressed. "So, Lassie, what is the murder victim here? Your imagination? Or something that actually exists?"

"Very funny, Spencer…"

"So, what's the case?" Lassiter sighed.

"Listen, Spencer… there is no case. We needed you down here to see if you could talk some sense into this guy," Lassiter said, turning away from the ship. Shawn glanced around, but saw nobody out of place. McNab was talking to Jules, Jack was with Ben and Riley, and Lassiter was right in front of him.

"Umm, Lassiter, what guy?" asked Gus. Lassiter pointed at the ship.

"He's up there… he refuses to come down unless somebody with some 'sense' comes up there to talk with him, and tell him where he is…" He sighed, and ran his hand over his face. "Can't we just have a normal day at work without you people here, Spencer?" Shawn just gave him a humoring look, and turned away.

"Ready to go, buddy?" he asked Gus. Gus glared.

"Umm, are you crazy? Shawn, I still don't wan to go aboard a pirate ship!" Lassie rolled his eyes at the word 'pirate', slipped his glasses on, and walked away to where Jules and McNab were talking. Shawn shook his head.

"Gus, don't be a fish eating mime with a pet duck in a Lambo…" he said. Gus looked at him.

"Where did you even GET that one, Shawn?" he asked. Shawn shrugged.

"The words were coming out of my mouth faster than I could think them…" He started sloshing through the water towards the ship. Gus looked around the bay at all of the gathering people, then started sloshing after Shawn. "Oh, look at you! You're coming out of your shell!"

"Shut up, Shawn! And you owe me a new suit for work!" Gus shouted.

"Yeah, I'll get it!"

"With your OWN money, Shawn!" Shawn stopped, and looked back at him, nearly up to his chest in water.

"Oh, come on, you know that I blew all of my money on that pineapple cookbook last Tuesday!" Gus sighed.

"You know you will never use that, you can't even cook!"

"I know… I just like looking at the pictures…" By this time, they were at neck level water, and just about at the ship. They started swimming.

"OI! You there! What're you doing?" The voice was accented. Sounded like British. They looked up to see… Jack Sparrow. He looked just like Johnny Depp's portrayal of him. Shawn smiled.

"Hello! We are the people with sense you requested, Captain!" he yelled up to him. Jack disappeared, and came back with a rope. After seven long minutes of climbing, and arguing, Shawn and Gus spilled onto the ship.

"Do you mind telling me where I am?" asked another voice. It was a girl's voice. Shawn and Gus looked up at Elizabeth Swan. They scrambled to their feet, and smoothed their clothes.

"Umm, ma'am, you are in the lovely city of Santa Barbara, California!" Shawn said. "My name is Shawn Spencer, I am a psychic detective… this is my partner, V-"

"Gus… you can call me Slicks…" He flicked his nose with a smile. She just glared at him.

"No thank you…." She said slowly. Jack looked at them.

"Can either of you tell me the way to Port Royal?" he asked.

"No."

"Yes." Shawn and Gus spoke at the same time, Shawn saying yes.

"Gus, may I have a word with you in the 'Stop openly contradicting me' room?" he asked. He grabbed Gus by the arm, and lead him away. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Come on, Shawn, you've seen the movies… we go, raid Port Royal, get captures, and maybe killed! You must be out of your damn mind!" he growled. Shawn smiled. Gus sighed. "Alright! But if I die, I am quitting PSYCH!"

"I understand…" He turned back to the pirates. "Okay, we will go with you to Port Royal… I am originally from there, and I have been waiting for the opportunity to go there again to see my father, Mr. Tibbs… but, first, you need to send out a boat to get my Uncle Jack, his lover Ben, and Ben's best friend, Riley…" Jack nodded, and went to the boats. In no time, they would be on their way into the wildest adventure ever imagined.

Yah, so it was slow. The first few chapters always are. Believe me, it picks up. It's all right here…. *puts finger to head in a Shawn imitation* In my mind… Review now…