Disclaimer: I own only Eve. Everyone else is not.

Author Blab

Well, I like the 1st person POV more than the third, so I will continue. I don't know how much longer I'll have AOL for…I think until the ninth… Anyway, I'll write as much on this story as I can until then. Hopefully I'll find a way to post, but if not, apologies.

Take Four

Now, as you read before, this little outing was meant ONLY to fill the black hole in my stomach, but when I ventured to ask Elizabeth for something to wear, she kept calling it a date… Ok, let me clear a little something up,

THIS IS NOT A GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING DATE!

Ahem…thank you. Moving on now…

I finally got her to shutup long enough for me to get a decent dress on, well, as simple as this damn time could offer. So here I am, in a cotton blue dress…and it's hot. Really hot. Hot enough to fry an egg on my forehead. Hot enough to burn jello for Christ's sake! I don't think jello was invented yet though…pity. I like jello, especially when you put little pieces of peach or other fruit in the mix and no matter how much you jiggle it, it never moves! Maybe we could use jello to protect the Earth from asteroids and aliens or cure world hunger or something…

Back on topic, I walked back down to the living room to get Jack. I peeked over and saw him playing with a compass on the couch. What a small mind…

Stumbling over, unnoticed, I tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around and smiled.

"Stunning." He said standing up and walking beside me, clearly checking me out.

I sighed and flicked him on the nose. "No! Bad dog!" I said sternly.

He looked puzzled a moment, but shook it off. "Shall we go?" he asked introducing his arm.

"Yes, I'm starved." I answered taking his arm.

I noticed his satisfied smirk and mentally slapped myself.

Why am I so blonde?

We walked about for a while looking for somewhere decent to eat, which was pretty cool minus the fact that kept looking at my boobs…Hey, it's not my fault that my honkers are bigger than Elizabeth's and are being pushed up to my neck…But the important thing is that Jack's happy right?

…..

Nope, don't care.

So, I looked over to a small eatery like place on the opposite side of Jack. I inhaled deeply the smell of fish and fresh bread. I heard my stomach growl in want.

"We eat there." I stated in a caveman like voice.

Jack looked where I was staring and back to me in a double take. "There?" he asked.

"Yes. There." I confirmed in an 'Object and die' attitude.

"Right. Of course. Where else." He said in a detested voice.

We walked in and were seated by the window and I noticed that Jack was acting kinda funky….a real weird kinda funky, UN 'Jack'funky like.

Ignoring that for the time being, I looked at the menu and sighed. Not a damn double decker in site. What kind of a world is this? I need my arteries to be CLOGGED! As I continued my futile search for something that contained fat, I was forced to stop since Jack was acting like he was on crack or something. He was looking around and ducking whenever someone passed. My eye started to twitch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked clearly agitated.

His eyes did a little shift to the side before whispering to me.

"Well, luv, I'm not to well liked in Port Royal 'and we're nigh 'lose to a window. Get me drift?" he motioned at the window.

"I see…you're the bad seed of this 'lil old sandbox, huh?" I smiled at his face as it looked at me in mock disbelief.

"I wouldn't say 'at! I prefer misunderstood!" he attempted.

I laughed and stood. "Well, let's get out of here before your ass gets arrested."

He stared at me for a moment before showing one of his trade mark smirks. "I like the way you think, luv…" he stated following suit.

I raised an eyebrow for a moment before heading out. We walked in silence until we reached the docks. I sat down on the edge Indian style and Jack stood.

"I'm still hungry." I stated out of the blue.

I heard him chuckle and plop down beside me. "Aren't she beautiful?" he asked looking to the sea.

I looked out myself and nodded. It indeed was a site to see, so peaceful and calm…

"SPARROW!"

We both jumped and turned. It was Commodore Norrington. I wonder what got his silk panties in a bunch… He was hastily walking over to us.

"Hey Commodore- HEY!" Jack lifted my up by my arm and dragged me further down to the docks.

"What the fuck are you doing!" I screamed when he tossed me over his shoulder.

I saw Norrington running after us with a few soldiers. He looked oddly concerned when we reach a small rowboat.

"SOMEONE HELP ME DAMNIT! HEEEELP!" I screamed.

Don't get me wrong, Jack is ok and all, but when you only know someone for about four days and they toss you over their shoulder and get in a row boat….WAIT!

I made an 'oof' when I hit the bottom of the small wooden piece of shit. I sat up and saw Jack starting to row.

"No. Fuck no! Jack Sparrow let me off this thing NOW!" I demanded.

He looked up angrily. "If I do 'at, I'd be condemning me self. And I can afford it now." He said matter of factly.

I saw the Commodore looking at us leaving before running to another large ship where I first woke up, and I noticed the shore getting smaller and smaller.

"Might as well 'elp…"he said handing me an oar.

I looked at him for a moment and then at the wood…

"BLOODY HELL!"

And I smacked the bastard in the head with it.