This is the chapter with a cliffie...ha-ha! This chapter is hilarious...It contains a

VERY sober and rum-deprived Jack Sparrow...which, I think, is hilarious...ENJOY!

WARNING: a chapter of rumless proportions!

Disclaimer: I don't...just don't...

CHAPTER 4

"No! We will not go to Tortuga. We will set sail for the island...Immediately!!!" Elizabeth protested.

"We will bloody port there bloody now!" Jack reprimanded.

Elizabeth grabbed te wheel and spun it left. "no. We won't." Jack had perked her interest just enough that she wanted to get to the island right away.

Jack snatched the wheel back and spun it right.

"Tortuga!"

"The island!"

"Tortuga!!"

"The island!!"

They jerked the wheel back and forth between them. Gibbs and Will glanced at each other. The ship rocked back and forth as the wheel was fought over.

"What is your bloody problem!" Jack yelled, releasing the wheel. This sent Elizabeth across the deck.

Any member of the crew that wasn't holding on by that point were thrown across the deck like Elizabeth.

"What in the seven seas is going on here?" Gibbs yelled after he was safely behind a barrel.

"Coward..." Will mumbled.

"We...Will go...To the island..." ELizabeth demanded inbetween breaths.

"Fine! The island! Let's go!" Jack yanked her up by the shoulders. " 'Women are bad luck on board.' Well, Mr. Gibbs," he said mockingly as he put his face inches away from Gibbs' "You were bloody well right about that!" he hollered.

Gibbs shrank back at the smell of Jack's breath and the damage that had just been made to his eardrum.

"By all means, Elizabeth, show us which way the island is." Jack said the whole sentence with mockery and spat her name like a curse word.

Elizabeth, her anger building, threw open the compass and glared at Jack. "that way," she pointed eastward, " 'Captain.' "

The whole crew muttered in disbelief, astonished that she would mock Jack's title. Jack turned on her, his eyes full of fury, then suddenly they mellowed down to their usual calm chocolate brown. "Listen to the...Captain." he replied, choking on the last word.

The crew hesitated only for a moment then obeyed his order by setting sail eastward and bringing up the sails.

Jack walked up to Elizabeth, "You're very VERY lucky you're women. If you were a man who insulted my title, you'd be in Davy Jones' locker by this point. Plus," He flashed her a grin, "we're good friends, aren't we?"

Jack strode off in his usual manner. ELizabeth looked away, but not before catching a glimpse of him trip over a coil of rope. Jack looked around to see if anyone had noticed his flaw, then swaggered away.

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"No rum."

"Shut up!"

"Need rum."

"There's no more!"

"I noticed." there was a pause. "No rum."

"That's it!" Gibbs, tired of Jack's moaning, stormed up to Elizabeth.

It was 3 days later and they still had not found the island.

"Yer leading us on a wild goose chase! Why else would we not have found the island by now?!" Gibbs yelled.

"He's right." Jack mumbled in his very sober state.

"It's because Jack's bloody compass is no use!" she threw it at Jack and it hit him in the head.

"Wow, he is depressed." Will commented.

"No rum." Jack moaned again. "Need rum"

"Well I guess I'm a better Captain in that aspect." Elizabeth teased.

Jack just blew a dreadlock out of his face.

"He's really depressed!" Elizabeth was shocked. He'd almost killed her last time she insulted his title.

"Oh no...Ship!" Marty called from the crow's nest.

Elizabeth looked over in curiousity, "Ohh...Great-"

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The Endeavor was coming up fast. Commodore Norrington was pleased.

"We finally meet again." his deep voice resonated in the lonely Captain's Quarters. "Sparrow." he spat, driving his sword into the floorboards...

haha oooooooo cliffie, wait two weeks nicely and I'll post the next chapter, promise. I know, I wrote the story and even I can't wait!