Again, thanks to those who have been reading this.

Teague sat in his cabin of his ship, the Prowler, drinking copious of rum while attempting to think up of ways to get back into Neela and Jack's good books, but trying to think and being drunk at the same time mix about as well as vinegar and water. "Gifts mebbe? Would dey be brought over wit shiny lil' 'rinkets?" Teague drunkenly asked himself. He lifted his head when he heard a knock at the door, "Wot? Wot do ya want?"

"Captain, the crew are wondering what exactly we're here for," a voice said from the other side of the door. Teague recognized it as the voice of his first mate.

"Thought dey knew, 'm here meetin' me son an' bonny lass…though she tol' me not ta call her that," Teague got up, wobbled slightly for a moment before promptly falling over, "S'okay! 'm just drank…drunk I means!"

"…captain, the lookout thought he spotted Navy ships…"

"Why didn' you bloody say so?!" Teague shouted getting up, his drunkenness quickly disappearing, "Weigh anchor an' get us outta here!"

"Aye sir!"

"Oy, Jack!"

Jack turned around one of two his best mates, Bill Turner, running up to him, "What's the rush Bill?"

"Didn't ya hear? The Navy nearly caught some pirates a lil' while ago," Bill said, as he caught his breath.

"Of course I heard, I'm the one that called the Navy on them," Jack thought before asking aloud, "What do ya mean, nearly caught?"

"They escaped; I heard the Navy just missed them," Bill explained, "Hope they have better luck the next time."

"The pirates or the Navy?" Jack joked.

"The Navy o'course!" Bill exclaimed, "Why would I wish a pirate would have better luck?!"

"Only kidding with ya Bill," Jack said calmly, "Hurry up or we'll be late for school, I don't wanna stand outside the room with a bucket on ma head again."

"Me neither…race ya!" Bill said before running off, forcing Jack to follow quickly to catch up. The two of them barely got to school on time and quickly getting into their seats.

"Will the two of you at least try to get to school on time without having to run most of the way?" a voice asked.

Jack turned and saw his other best mate, Cutler Beckett, smirking at him, "Where's the fun in that, Beck?"

Beckett frowned, "I've told you countless times not to call me that, you may call me either Cutler or Beckett."

"Both your first and last names are odd, it's easier to just call you 'Beck'," Bill reasoned.

"Just because it's easier to call me that, it doesn't mean I like it," Beckett scowled. Before the conversation, or argument if you look at it that way, could escalate, the teacher called for the classes' attention for the lesson to start.