Ok I know, class didn't exactly start on that chapter but I had to make it slow. Anyways! Enjoy the next chapter where we finally enter the classroom! LOL ^^

And ok, you get the gesture. Everyone is alive for this book so ha ha .A.

Oh and by the way if you're wondering the teachers are exactly my teachers. And the kids are too. And so is the class work. :/ Sorry, I just couldn't think of anything else to do so I just based it off my sort of school things. But please enjoy anyways!

Chapter 3

After stopping to get directions on where he needed to go from another darn teacher he trudged down another long hallway coming to a stop at the room '254'. As Jack reached out his hand to knock he then whipped it away and slowly looked into the small window that was made into the door to see through and into the room. There were loads of random people he didn't know and already didn't like, and loads of books that they had already gotten from the teacher which were piled high on their desks. But worst of all… There were loads of paper that were being filed out one by one as the teacher practically pranced around the room. Suddenly, another student's hand rose up and instantly he pointed towards the door frame. "Bugger!" Jack muttered to himself as the teacher began inching towards the door. In moments the door swung open. "Well, well, well! If it isn't Jack Sparrow! I was just counting you absent on my list. Come in, and find a seat."

Jack's lip rose with disgust as it usually did as he made his way to the far back corner of the class by a large opened window.

Flopping down, he then heard the sounds of horse hooves on pavement and as blacksmith's banged on the hot iron in stores below. Jack was already feeling what he called 'life-sick.' He wanted his old life back, and not… This. Turning his attention back to the front to see if anything interesting was happening it was then when he noticed the teacher was a female. And she was quite old too. White with strands of blond for hair, small yet lazy wrinkles lined her face, and she was sort of short. Like about Jack's size but… Maybe a little shorter. But either way, Jack never considered himself as 'short'.

As the teach spoke, her high pitched voice rang throughout the room. "I'm Mrs. White and you are officially in Language Class! Now… First off I want us to get a chance to know each other. Ok?" She smiled widely but no one smiled back. "Alrighty! Let's start off at this side of the room." She had pointed to the totally opposite side Jack was sitting at, and plus he was the last one in the row so she'd probably never get to him in awhile. Instead he waited half patiently and half annoyed as he heard the call of random names. "Christopher!" "Chase!" "Rea!" "Lauren!" "P.J.!" "Blaine!" "Michael!" "Lia!" Sighing Jack turned his head back towards the open window. Dawn had not yet come and it was still pretty dark outside, reminding him of how early he had gotten up this morning.

Jack then began to daydream. He dreamed of sailing on the seven seas, finding some o'l guys lost treasure, or fighting with some random evil villain way out there. Life was absolutely beautiful! He thought of the smell of the sea, the feel of the wind, the churning of the waters below. Oh it was all so good. And for that moment… Everything was perfect… And then that moment ended as he heard the words. "Next?... Next? Hello? You there! Boy in the back turn around and pay attention! It's your turn anyways." "Huh? W-what?" Giving one more longing glance at the window he turned to see all eyes on him. "Oh! It's… It's my turn!"

"Uh-huh! Now tell us! What's your name?"

Jack was quite stunned. The old teacher's voice was still quite cheerful. I thought them old teaching people got mad all the time?... Guess not.

"Are you gonna answer? Or… Am I gonna have to send you to the principal's office on the first day?" The students around him began chuckling softly. "Uh… No. Course not! My name is-" He then cut himself short. What would they say if they knew he was the actual 'Captain Jack Sparrow!?'

He only shrugged off the thought. After all it was the stupid principal himself who had invited him. "Captain Jack Sparrow." He replied at last. raised an eyebrow. "You're Jack Sparrow?" "What does it look like?" He tossed at her.

She only leaned back and sighed and Jack could already tell she was very much annoyed with him already.

"Well anyways! Time for some… Work!" Clapping her hands she hobbled over to her desk and hauled out a stack of papers. "This here will get you started in the 1st chapter of poetry." "Poetry!?" A dark skinned student asked. "Don't we already know what poetry is?" The other men and women around him started agreeing too. "No no! You may think yall know what it is, but you haven't gotten but to the basics! This year we'll be going into the hard core of poetry." Jack slightly felt disappointed in himself. He didn't even know the basics of poetry! How was he suppose to learn the hard core if he didn't already know the basics? "Guess I can't do anything about it." He told himself softly.

As the guy in front of him turned to give him his paper, a disgusting slime spattered right off his hand on right onto Jack's desk. "Oi! What's this mess!?" He declared. The man turned around but then Jack decided it wasn't a man at all. In fact! It was more of a sea creature! "Wait!... I know you. You were Davy Jones's first mate!" "Aye!" The familiar faced shark dude agreed, his scratchy voice piercing Jack's ears. "I was. And still am."

Jack stared, jaw-dropped. "Davy's alive? Where is he?" The creature looked oddly confused. "What do ya mean? He's already been alive? He never died?"

Jack sighed and pressed farther. "Does he go to this academy?"

After a long moment of silence the shark dude nodded. "Yes."

Eyes wide, Jack instantly shot back in his chair. What if he wants revenge?... He might be that darn immortal way again… Or did he ever die? Jack was starting to believe the first mate, and from the looks of him he hadn't ever changed back into regular form. "What's your name?"

"Maccus."