7:00 a.m.

The buzzing alarm clock was just begging to be swatted. So Jack did as he felt was necessary and knocked the annoyance off the bedside table into the trash can. The clock hit the bottom with a loud clang, the noise muted by the trash. With a stifled curse, Jack rolled over in bed, tugging the blankets up to his chin. He felt the tug on the sheets at his knees too late and suddenly there was a yelp as Whelp tumbled over the side of the bed and onto the ground.

Jack sat up, hair sticking up at odd angles and glared down at the dog. Whelp stuck his tail between his legs and ducked his head, staring up at Jack with a hurt expression on his face. He opened his mouth to tell the puppy to leave, but the pathetic whimper Whelp uttered made him think differently. As a rule, Captain Jack Sparrow never let anyone sway his commands, but somehow this four legged menace could do just that.

He swung his legs out of bed and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. Picking up Whelp, he headed towards the bathroom that connected his and Will's room. Whelp snuggled up against Jack's bare chest, closing his eyes and listening to the pirate's heartbeat. Absentmindedly, Jack scratched him behind the ear as he padded through the bathroom and into Will's room. Heading over to the blacksmith doctor's bed, he dumped Whelp on the bed beside Will. The puppy gave him the injured look again and then curled up close to his master. Jack retreated back to the bathroom and shut the door.

He was just pulling his toothbrush out of the mirror cabinet when he heard. "Bloody hell, Whelp..." A moment later the door opened and Will stood in the doorway, eye twitching and a yellow stain on the bottom of his sleep pants leg. "He peed on me..."

7:45 a.m.

Jack headed downstairs, buttoning up his shirt. Gibbs was just pulling himself in from the late night shift at the tavern he worked at downtown. A pot of coffee, courtesy of Elizabeth, had just been freshly brewed and there were two steaming cups sitting on the counter. Jack gratefully scooped one up and took a long sip. Elizabeth may not have been able to cook but she did a great job with coffee.

He took the other over to Gibbs and sat down, snatching up a section of the newspaper. As much as it bored him, he always had to have a quick read through the newspaper, looking for potential scams to pull, although this particular morning it was just a boring business section with no benefit to him. He tossed it aside and picked up the other section he read constantly, flipping through until he found the comics section.

"Where's the aspirin?" Gibbs said finally, putting down the sports page and rubbing his temples. Jack paused for a moment behind the paper, trying to remember the last time he'd seen it. Hangover, hangover, falling down stairs, hangover...I used the last of the aspirin.

"Haven't seen it." Jack said lightly, resuming his reading of the comics. "Maybe the doctor in training upstairs has some samples." Gibbs muttered something about living on his own and got up from the table, padding through the door just as Anamaria entered the kitchen. Whelp was curled up contentedly in her arms. Jack took no notice of either of them, laying the paper on the table and picking up his coffee, sipping at it.

"I bet you want to see Jack, don't you?" Anamaria looked down to the puppy. "I think you should go visit your buddy while I get your food." Whelp wiggled in her arms, eager to go play with his 'buddy.' Anamaria set him in the middle of the newspaper Jack was reading. The puppy sat down, wagging his tail and staring at Jack, floppy ears perked. Jack stared back at him, cup poised to take a drink from. Whelp tilted his head slightly, now staring at this strange new substance in Jack's hand. Standing up, he went over and stuck his muzzle in the cup, lapping up the remainder of the coffee. Jack frowned, setting down the cup. Whelp continued to drink the coffee, tail waving wildly.

"I'm going to McDonalds." He announced and got up from the table. Anamaria turned to find the kitchen empty again, except for the puppy that looked as if he had found a whole new level of hyperness.

10:30 a.m.

Jack leaned back against the seat of his car, boredom taking over. His partner in crime had gone to find supplies for their next scam, leaving Jack behind. The pirate glanced around his vehicle, looking for something to amuse him. He realized that he needed to clean up his car, but the next thought dismissed the idea. He was a pirate after all, and most of the things within the vehicle had some story.

His eyes caught something that didn't seem to belong, however. A few weeks ago he had lent Will his car after the younger pirate's jeep had broken down and the duct tape on some of the tubes had melted into a sticky, clogging mess. He reached into the backseat and picked up the book sitting there. He raised an eyebrow as he opened it, seeing nothing but pictures and words.

"Manga." He muttered. He'd heard the term a few times and wondered just what the appeal was. Flipping open the front cover, he started reading. How anyone could ever read a manga was beyond him. The story made no sense as he read on, pivotal facts missing and some of the characters were just downright strange. He slapped it shut and stared at the front cover. He paused for a moment. The front cover was the back cover, so if he flipped it over...the back cover was the front cover. A thought slowly formed and he flipped open the book again, this time starting from the back. Suddenly the story did make sense, but the characters weren't any more normal. "So it goes from right to left instead of left to right. Well, that's...interesting." He tossed the book over his shoulder and back into the clutter of the back seat.

"I'll stick with the paper and novels, thank you very much..." He muttered as he grabbed the seat adjustment. The back of the seat tilted backwards and he folded his arms under his head, closing his eyes.

5:30 p.m.

Jack dragged himself up the sidewalk, sitting down on the front step with his head in his hands. Contrary to belief, conning was a harder job than it looked. For a few moments, he sat watching the neighbors go about their business.

"Come back here, you stupid mutt!" Jack winced as he heard the voice cut across the lawn. As he suspected, Whelp came bouncing around the corner of the house, ears flopping and something black hanging out of his mouth. Not but a few seconds later, Elizabeth came tearing around the corner in shorts and sneakers, tearing after the puppy. Anamaria was at her heels.

Whelp saw Jack and ran towards him, hopping up the steps and jumping up to place his paws on Jack's legs. He dropped his prize on Jack's lap and wagged his tail, yipping happily. Jack gave him a dry look before picking up the piece of cloth. His eyes widened in horror as he found that it was a bra. Quickly he hooked it around Whelp's neck and picked up a tennis ball lying nearby, chucking it away from him. "Go get it!" Whelp barked happily and took off after the ball, shooting between Elizabeth and Anamaria. Elizabeth changed directions as Ana stopped to watch. With a shrug, she wandered over to sit beside Jack.

"So how was your day?" She asked, reaching down to untie her sneakers. Jack glance over at her, eyebrow raised. She raised an eyebrow in return. "What?"

"You never ask me how my day is."

"Blame it on the endorphins. I'm in a very good mood at the moment. All that running..." She chuckled.

"Same as usual." Jack said with a shrug, watching as the puppy and bra came running around the house again, Elizabeth in pursuit. "How long has this been going on?" He asked, looking amused.

"Only about ten minutes. Elizabeth and I did laundry after our run and Whelp got into the laundry basket." She said.

A wheezing engine announced Will's arrival home. The yellow hunk of junk barely made it into the drive, inching forward in increments. Once it was out of the street, the engine was switched off and Will got out.

Suddenly Whelp came around the corner, darting between his legs. Elizabeth didn't have the time to stop and plowed right into Will, sending them both crashing to the ground. "Fancy meeting you here..." Will drawled.

"Your dog won't give me my undergarments back." Elizabeth said, not getting up. She laid her chin on his chest. "Any chance of help?"

"Could've just asked Jack. Whelp loves him." Will said before whistling sharply. The puppy came trotting over and Elizabeth unhooked her bra from around his neck.

"I have a feeling that's how it got there..."

8:45 p.m.

Jack turned on the shower, letting the hot water hit his face and chest. He made sure his hair was suitably wet before choosing one of the shampoo bottles at random and upturning it in his hair. He was so absorbed in the soothing spray of the hot water that he didn't hear the bathroom door creak open.

Turning off the shower, he reached out and grabbed the towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he stepped out of the shower and paused.

Whelp sat in the doorway, Jack's clean boxers hanging out of his mouth. Jack's eyes narrowed and he took a step towards Whelp. The puppy stood up and took a step back, staring at Jack as his tail wagged. He wanted to play; Jack wanted to relax.

"Here Whelp, Whelp, Whelp. If you give me my boxers, I won't box you up and send you to Antarctica..." He muttered through grit teeth. Whelp yipped and turned, running down the hallway.

"You evil mutt!" Jack bellowed and gave chase, wearing nothing but the towel. Considering he was known as a man without shame, it didn't bother him in the least as he went charging out the door, hot on the dog's trail. Whelp bounded across the yard, obviously enjoying the game while the livid pirate tried vainly to stop him.

Suddenly the dog disappeared, leaving Jack standing in the middle of the yard. "Whelp! Where are you? Bring back my boxers right now, you mangy mutt!" He bellowed.

Whelp appeared from the bushes, wagging his tail and missing Jack's boxers. Jack stared at the dog, fighting the urge to strangle him. "Take me to the boxers." He growled, taking a cautious step forward. Whelp's ears pricked and he tilted his head to the side. Jack waited a moment before springing for the dog. Whelp barked and ducked underneath his arm, sprinting for the front of the house. The chase continued out onto the sidewalk and down the street. People stopped, turning to stare at the mad man.

Suddenly Whelp turned and came charging back towards Jack. The pirate's eyes widened as he realized what was happening just a moment too late. "Whelp, no!" The puppy sunk his sharp teeth into the fabric of the towel and tugged.

9:10 p.m.

The only thing Ana could do was blink as the door slammed open and Jack walked in, trash can lids clutched tightly to his stomach and backside. Her mouth opened to comment, but she quickly shut it again as he turned his head towards her, fixing her with a dark look.

"Not. A word." Jack snapped and stomped upstairs. Ana continued to blink, not able to do anything resembling thinking at the moment.

12:46 a.m.

Jack slid beneath the covers of his bed, flicking off the light before he laid his head down on the pillow. After the day he'd had, it felt nice to finally relax in a nice soft bed. He closed his eyes, the blankets pulled up to his chin again.

Something touched his face lightly and he reached out from under the sheets, swiping at it. The menace persisted and he opened his eyes, focusing on a small shape in the dark. His vision was obscured as the thing dropped the fabric on his face. Snatching at it in the dark, he flicked on the light and pulled the offending object off his face.

"My boxers..." Whelp yipped and lay down beside Jack, wagging his tail happily. Jack flopped back on his bed and tossed the underwear aside. "Thank you ever so much." He muttered sarcastically and made a movement to flip Whelp off the bed when the puppy opened his mouth wide and yawned. Standing up, he made turned around twice before curling up in a ball. Jack slumped his shoulders. "You make me do this."

Picking up the puppy again, he padded through the bathroom and into Will's room. Without so much as a second thought, he set Whelp on Will's chest and retreated back into his own room, locking the door.

"Now for some puppy free sleep..."