"For the THOUSANDTH TIME will you PLEASE SHUT IT!" roared the particularly irate sounding voice of Lieutenant Andrew Gillette as he and his companion covered their ears, attempting to block out the loud Spanish singing coming from the drunk pirate woman next to them.

Lieutenant Theodore Groves grinned at his friend as the pirate glared and threatened him (for the thousandth time) with her loaded pistol. "Well, Andrew, it COULD be worse you know." He said cheerily earning himself a very grouchy look.

"HOW could this POSSIBLY be any worse?"

Theo grinned widely as he threw another piece of wood into their bonfire, which they had started in the hope of being rescued. "It could rain…and then our fire would go out…and then our only distraction would be the singing Spaniard and some soggy wood!"

Gillette folded his arms across his chest and sat back against a tree. "Wonderful. Though, if you'd care to listen, not that I believe that you can ignore that RACKET, but currently our only distraction IS this bloody singing pirate!"

Groves stared at him for a moment. "Andrew Gillette replied in a distinctly unhappy tone." He narrated.

Gillette stared at him like he had grown an extra head. "WHAT on EARTH are you talking about?"

Groves grinned. "He exclaimed in confusion whilst giving Theodore a look that CLEARLY said that he ought to be in an asylum."

Gillette spluttered furiously "WHAT? Theodore! You've finally lost it…I knew you would be first."

"He said exasperatedly as he shook his head in bewilderment." Groves exclaimed almost before Gillette had stopped speaking.

"Alright Theo, what's going on? Is this your most recent attempt to drive me insane? Because it's working. Quite well!"

"He asked irritably, looking ready to strangle his best friend." Theo replied before answering the question. "I'm narrating you! You SAID you needed a distraction…so…I created one! It's working isn't it?"

Gillette smiled at his friend. "He asked excitedly."


James Norrington stood at the helm of the Black Pearl as he watched the horizon where a column of smoke rose from a distant island. He had noticed the signal about three or four hours ago, and decided to make a quick detour while Jack was sleeping. Not that he WANTED to set them back yet again, but his old Commodore instincts had kicked in, and if someone was in trouble, he didn't want to abandon them.

Finally, in the early afternoon, the small island solidified into a smudge rather than a speck on the horizon. Just enough to make it out as the same island where he had rescued Elizabeth. James smirked as he thought of Sparrow, who had no particular fondness for this island, as he WAS marooned there on two separate occasions. James had to admit, the thought was tempting to maroon him, yet again.

James sighed in exasperation as he heard the tell-tale stumbling of the Captain returning to the deck, and the all too familiar: "No no no no! NOT GOOD!" as he set his eyes on the ever growing smudge that was the island.

"I think she's dead…"


"Theo said while poking the unconscious pirate with his foot." Gillette said with a smile before continuing the conversation. "She's only unconscious, probably because of all the rum she drank!"

"Andrew said with obvious disgust, staring down at the dead pirate." Theo said with a grin. "No, Andrew, I'm pretty sure she's dead."

"He says in an oddly jolly voice as he irritates his friend greatly and once again pokes the pirate with his foot, who proves Andrew is right by twitching." Andrew said triumphantly. "See? I TOLD you- OI! Is that a SHIP!"

"Andrew runs to the edge of the ocean excitedly. He then jumps up and down waving his arms, forgetting about the DEAD pirate. Probably thinking about the food on the ship. And now glaring at me."

"Theodore runs up behind me saying irritating things and is NOT helping me WHATSOEVER!" Andrew quipped at his friend.

"Andrew says angrily as he glares at his best friend for NO APPARENT REASON!"

"THEODORE IS BEING USELESS AS USUAL!"

"ANDREW IS SHOUTING AT ME AGAIN!"

"THEODORE IS UPSET BECAUSE HE KNOWS I'M BETTER AT BEING IN CHARGE!"

"ANDREW HAS FORGOTTEN THE TIME WHEN JACK SPARROW TOOK OVER THE INTERCEPTOR ON HIS WATCH AND HE GOT STUCK IN A DINGY!"

"THEODORE IS BEING UNECESSARILY INSULTING!"


"How did you find us?" Andrew asked his former commanding officer as they sat in the galley.

"Andrew asks James, amazed." Theo whispered to his friend, earning him a confused look from Norrington, who decided his life would be easier not knowing, so he didn't ask.

"Well, first I had to literally lock Jack in his cabin so he wouldn't turn the ship around. But, after that, it was relatively simple. I didn't even need the smoke signal!" he said with an amused smirk.

"Andrew looks ad James in confusion."

Gillette glared at his friend before returning his attention to James. " What do you mean?

"All I had to do was follow the shouting! After that, it was simple to get you and the Spanish woman aboard." James smiled at his two eccentric friends.

"Andrew looks at Theodore angrily…and says…"

"YOU CAN STOP THAT NOW!" Andrew shouted at his fellow lieutenant. James once again, decided not to ask.

"Andrew 's face goes red from anger and he looks rather scary…"

"THEODORE!"

"Andrew is-"

"Theo…are you NARRATING him?" James intervened, curious, but also to stop the untimely demise of one of his friends.

"YES!" they both shouted. Andrew, angrily with a murderous gleam in his eye. Theodore, with GREAT enthusiasm.

"An' you thought pirates were mad, mate!" Jack's voice made them all jump as he appeared behind Norrington, glaring at the former commodore. Apparently he was still displeased about being locked up.

Then, to the trio's surprise, Jack turned and left without another word. Though, his devious expression was a bit worrisome.

9. Narrating your friends.


This chapter is setting up a request for Angelica, if you couldn't tell by the discription. Our friend has been asking us to use her since the first chapter, so we figured it was about time! :D I hope you enjoyed it! Also, we re-posted the last chapter with a few minor changes if you want to go back and read that one!

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