Disclaimer: I wonder if my readers even read these? Do they know that I get into my disclaimers and notes before the story? How do I even know that the Disney folk are searching through the fan fiction trying to find someone who didn't write a disclaimer. A long shot eh? So I ain't gunna writes won……..I can't take it! I don't want to be the only fool who gets caught. So…I NO OWN PIRATES!!! Understizzand? So don't hassle me! Not that you are…

Sorry these installments take so long! It's not that they take long to write, it's just I don't always get interweb connection. So I write a few for this and other parody's my mind invents and waits 'till I can get on. Then, I don't post all of them at the same time. For this particular story I post a chapter, wait a few days, then post another. Actually only a day or two not a week.

These chapters are really short so I can post two at a time. We will see. And if people want to hear about Will's crazy-vampyre-banana-bloody volleyball-shoulder buddy adventure to candy mountain!!! Okay I lied. No candy mountain. Yet. I think I just got a new parody idea. -laughs demonically- I will update you guys IF I write a pirate journey to candy mountain.

It's candy mountain Charlie!!!!! Tee hee. Addicting youtube video. Link 

Alright I am ranting I know. Shall we move on?

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Chapter Four:

-INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE-

"Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

After a long day of shopping, Will finally stole-I mean bought what he needed. A loaf of bread, two large canteens of water, an assortment of fruits and vegetables (none being banana's) and a hen named Pepper. It wasn't much, but if he got really hungry he could always kill Pepper and eat her. With the bag of food under one arm, Wilson under the other, and Pepper attached to a rope, he headed to the Port where he would sleep under a dock. Pepper set him back in finances, so he couldn't afford a room for the night.

People at the Port were scarce, perfect for Will's situation. If he saw anybody he knew that would be the end for him. They would ask what he was doing with a volleyball, a bag of food and a chicken. And what would he say? Absolutely nothing, that's what! He would probably just stutter and try to think of some excuse, but before he could come up with something acceptable, they would throw cuffs on him and wheel him on down to the loony bin.

Daytime was nearing it's end, the last of the golden rays reflected off of the wet horizon. He watched the glimmer of the sea and sighed.

"William?" a slurred voice asked. He wheeled around to face Jack, bottle of rum in hand. "Where have you been?"

"McDonalds."

"Mc what?"

"It's over there." Will pointed to the building with the giant glowing M. Or there used to be a giant glowing M.

"That? That's a manure factory."

"…" Will glanced at where the restaurant used to be and realized it was never really there. "Oh God." His eyes watered with disgust. His stomach began to regurgitate what he had really eaten, brown and yellow chunks shot out of his mouth and covered the dock. "But the woman." Will took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"What are you talking-woah is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Jack was eyeing the lump in Will's pocket.

"Actually yes." He set Wilson and the food down to reach inside his pocket.

Jack backed away from Will. "I'm flattered dear William but the sea is my one and only love."

Will frowned at Jack and explained, "No, you're right. There is a banana in my pocket." He tugged the brown paper from his pants, unrolled it, and pulled out the enchanted yellow fruit.

"How ironic," Jack mumbled, relived that Will wasn't going to come onto him.

"Here listen." Will thrust the banana in Jack's face, waiting for him to take it.

"Listen to a piece of fruit?"

"Trust me," Will assured him. "Just hold it to your ear and tell me what you here."

"Don't think I will mate." Jack pushed Will's hand down and raised his eyebrows.

"Why not?"

"Just ponder your askewest. You're asking me to stick a banana in my ear."

"I thought it was weird too when Wilson told me to do it-"

"Wilson?"

"No one, just listen!" Will forced the banana into Jacks ear. Ying yang ying yang ying yang ying yonana phoooonne!!! I've got this feeling, it's so appealing!

Jack ripped away from Will, eyes bulging. "What was that?"

"You hear it too?" Will listened to the banana once more. Cellular, modular, INTERACTIVEODULAR!

"Here what?" he lied.

"The singing! The voices! INSIDE THE BANANA!" Will put the banana back in his pocket, panting with both excitement and frustration.

"You should really seek some help." Jack glanced at the clucking chicken and volleyball. "Alright, well…This has been fun but…I have to-" without finishing his sentence he turned on his heal and hurriedly made his way down the dock. Will heaved a sigh, picking up his items.

"Come on Wilson." He slipped underneath the dock and made himself comfortable. He tied Pepper's rope to a support beam and tucked his food in the sand, underneath Wilson. "Tomorrow we head for the devil." He shut his eyes, curling up in a ball. Before long, he fell into a deep, well deserved sleep.

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Why does he like that thing so much? Demon asked, eyes fixated on Wilson.

Jealous are we? Angel dug the dirt out of his fingernails with a metal file.

No! snapped Demon, whipping his head around to scowl at Angel.

Well, I don't like it either. He might be trying to take over our jobs.

Then lets get rid of it. Demon concluded after some silence.

I could never steal from anyone! Especially William.

Why? Because 'stealing is wrong'? Demon mocked, using his hand as a visual.

Well yes.

If you ain't gunna help, I'll rid of it myself. Demon cracked his knuckles and popped his neck.

I cannot let you do that. Warned Angel.

Why? It's not like you're gunna help in this volleyball's destruction.

Yes but if I know I can stop it…Then I will.

Ooh I'm really scared! Demon rolled his eyes and commenced in pushing the volleyball into the water. Angel dashed over to the volleyball's other side and pushed the opposite way.

Don't you dare! This thing suddenly means the world to him!

Well, I'm easily going to fix that.

They struggled against each others strength, each panting with bright red faces. Let go! Demon hissed.

Leave Wilson alone!

Don't call it that! It's a volleyball, it doesn't have a name.

If he calls it Wilson then its Wilson.

Is not!

They tumbled out from under the dock and continued rolling around. With the pressure on each end of the ball, it shot into the air and onto the top of the deck. Now look what you've done! Angel raced Demon to the top of the dock to put Wilson back where he belonged. At Will's side. Standing above them was a kid in rags, foot drawn back, ready to kick the volleyball that had mysteriously appeared.

No, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOO! Angel waved his hands back and forth, trying to stop the child from what he was about to do. Angel was fully aware that the child could not see him. The only one that could see either of them was Will.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YEEESSS! Demon cackled, rubbing his hands together deviously.

The child gave a toothless grin. In an instant, his withdrawn foot met with the volleyball. Wilson went flying through the air and into the sea. Angel tugged on his curls in defeat.

Ha! Evil one, good zip, zero, ZILCH!

Angel glared at him. Unexpectedly, he lunged, tackled, and pinned Demon to the ground. His hands wrapped around Demon's throat and Angel found himself squeezing.

What happened to Thou shalt not harm thy neighbor? He gasped through breaths. Angel slammed Demon's head repeatedly into the dock, halo going crooked. What happened to-

Oh shut up!

Instead of trying to pull Angel off of him, he wrapped his own hands around his neck and began to choke Angel. The duo rolled across the wooden planks, each gasping for air and choking the other. Angel's halo eventually fell off during the scrap.

"Wilson?" Will slowly opened his eyes, a noise above woke him up. "Wilson?!" He said in a panic, realizing that the volleyball was missing.

Uh oh. They said in unison. Will rushed to the dock, searching the area.

Gotta go. Two wisps of grey smoke rose to Will's knees then disappeared. Angel suddenly reappeared mumbling, Forgot my halo. He positioned it on top of his head and vanished once more.

"Wilson?" Will spotted the volleyball floating out to sea. "WILSON!!!" he cried. He dove into the water and began swimming out to his buddy. "I'm coming Wilson!" His efforts were failure. There was no way he could catch up to him. Tears began streaming down his face.

"Wilson come back! I'm sorry!" he bawled. "Wilson! I love you Wilson! Don't go!" he wailed. The volleyball watched Will as it drifted away. Will floated with the current, tears flowing down his cheeks without relent. "I'll always remember you Wilson," he sniffled. "And I will always love you."

He slowly swam back to shore as the horizon drew Wilson in with its array of sunset colours. Will had made a friend that he would not soon forget. A friend that listened, understood, and was always by his side. Well, he was for the few days he was with him.

Will tried to put Wilson in the back of his mind so he could focus on his real problem. His real problem was finding the Gates of Hell to seek revenge upon Elizabeth. Elizabeth, he thought cringing. She'll pay. Oh, she'll pay alright. As he lay himself back down to sleep, the only thing running through his mind wasn't Wilson leaving, or revenge on Elizabeth, no. It was that annoying song that was stuck in his head and it goes like this. Ring ring ring ring ring ring riiiiing…you know the rest.

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Awe, I miss Wilson already, what about you? Ugh, sorry this chapter was so choppy, I hated it. Well, the next will surely bring great interest to you all. MWA HAHAHA!!!! "Insane in the membrane...INSANE! Ain't got no brain..."