Once again, I'm back! Oh its all so fab and dandy. Lol, sorry. I don't own POTC...makes me kinda sad..On with the story!

The next morning I woke up to a throbbing headache began to vomit until it felt like my lungs had gone out with it. How many bottles did I drink by myself? I had lost count in my drunken rampage last night and by the looks of the wreckage left around me, Jack and I most likely consumed nearly every bottle in the cellar. Pleasant.

I stood up and started looking for Jack. The standing wasn't hard, it was the staying that way part that was difficult. Slowly, I made my way down the island to find Jack only a few feet from the cellar totally out of it. He was sleeping on his back with a bottle in one hand and almost looked like a child. A child with a gun, sword and drinking problem, but a child none the less.

"Jack.." My voice was horse and almost totally gone, so I added a kick to his shin. "Get up. Its morning." He rolled away from me and twitched his nose.

"Jack! Please, I'm to tired for this!" Just when I was about to break the rum bottle in his hand over his head, he opened one eye and stared at me.

"Not so loud love, me heads about to explode..." With this he shielded his eyes and rubbed his temples. But not before taking one more sip of his rum.

"Jack, that's terrible. Gimmie that." Before he could protest, I snatched the rum out of his hand and launched it into the air. The bottle hit the ocean with a splash and tauntingly floated away with the current.

"Annnnnnniiieeeeee!" He sat up and started protesting like a child again. "That's not fair! Those poor rum runners are going to kill us!" Jack then crossed his arms and attempted to give me a serious look but it didn't last very long. Slowly it cracked into a smile. "For some reason I was just reminded of the day we met."

I looked him over and for some reason I agreed. "Maybe its because you still act like your a five year old who gotten his lollie taken from him, hmm?" He frowned at me but then we both started to laugh.

"How long do you think those rum runners are going to be?" I sat back down next to him and we both leaned against a tree.

"Who knows. That rum doesn't seem like its been here to long, they might come back for it pretty soon." Jack said in a lazy tone and started clicking his heals together while watching the waves move in and out, almost like it would some how help us.


Two days later, our question was answered. Jack had continued to get smashed on a daily bases, while I tried to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. At one point he attempted to flirt with a coconut.

But, on the morning of the third day I saw a small ship coming towards us. After convincing the rum runners that we had been left behind in an unfortunate mutiny, excluding the us being captains part, they let us aboard. At first I thought it was to help, but soon the strange side glances at me told me that they wanted more then just to help us.

Because of this, I hardly left Jack's side. We were out numbered and I wasn't in the mood to be attacked, for some reason they avoided me whenever I was anywhere near Jack. I figured he was making faces at them or something because every time I would turn around, he'd be standing as noble and Jack-like as usual.

After a few days out at sea, we were returned once again to our heaven: Tortuga. It hadn't changed at all in the small amount of time we had been missing. It still smelled, was filthy and full of horrid people, but it was home.

Upon coming back, we were greeted with jeers and whispers. People had found out about what happened in such a short amount of time, it was kind of amusing. But after nearly a week of this, Jack finally lashed out.

"ANNIE! We're getting the Pearl back!" He said as he slammed a mug full of his favorite poison, rum..what else, on the table and gritted his teeth. "It was ours, they had no right to take it! And look how everyone's treating us now! We're the laughing stock of Tortuga! You need to sink pretty low for that to happen!"

I rolled my eyes but Jack was right, I hated the way everyone was treating us now. Almost like scum, a rather funny scum. "And how do you propose we go about doin' that? They kicked us off once, I doubt they wont do it again."

With this he tapped his fingers on the table and closed his eyes. After a few minutes of this, he opened them again. "No idea!" He said with a smile then tossed his head back, inhaling the rum in one gulp. "But we're gonna do it!"

That's when I heard it. An old voice that I had long thought gone. "Jack Sparrow! What do ye think yer doin' bring Miss Annie here?" I turned around to see Morgan in all her angry and scary glory. Jack spat his rum out in an instant but I jumped up and hugged her.

"Morgan, I thought you died!" I was near tears but I didn't cry, pirates don't cry.

She smiled her same motherly smile and quietly laughed into the top of my head. "Still spazzy as ever are we now?"

I looked up to see she had indeed aged. Her gray eyes looked older then twenty and her once long hair had been cut up to her shoulders. She was much taller then I had remembered but towered over me still, her face was worn with years of worry.

Morgan and I sat down at the table Jack and I were sharing as she quietly took in our changes as well. Jack was still dumb founded and was blankly staring at her with his mouth opened.

"Boy, its rude to stare. Close yer mouth while yer at it." She snapped and Jack quickly obeyed. Just like old times.

"But how?" He leaned forward and tried not to stare as openly as before. He was looking at her like she had just walked out of the grave and decided to have tea with us. "Everyone in that house was dead, how did you manage to make it out alive?"

"Well, that night I had been right near the kitchen when...it happened." She looked at me to see if I would show any emotion but I didn't flinch. I hadn't cried since that night and I wasn't planning to anytime soon.

"Anyway, when I heard the first crash I was about to go see what was wrong. That's when Mary managed to slipped out and mouth pirates to me." Morgan stopped for a moment and looked down at her lap.

"She was the first one shot. Right through the door and in 'er back. I started runnin', tryin' to find Annie because I knew Jack could handle himself. That's when I saw him draggin' ye up the stairs ahead of everyone else. I knew as long as ye were with Jack that ye'd both be ok. So I ran out the dinning room door and out the window before they reached me. I ran into the town and told them what was happenin' and within a hour they had gotten a group together and started up the hill to the house."

I heard a squeak as she started to cry. It was the first time I had ever seen her show any sign of weakness. I reached across the table and put my hand on her's as she looked up and smiled weakly at Jack and I. Jack pulled out a handkerchief and gave it to Morgan. I didn't question where he had gotten it.

She took a breath and started again. "By the time we came back, everything had setteled down and every last one of those bastards was gone...I stayed in the town for a few years, finally gave it a name. Port Royal.A new governor came, he has a little daughter name Elizabeth. Cute as a button. I was tending to her for a while but then I heard ye two were captains of some boat and I kn-" Jack cut her off there.

"Ship." Morgan tilted her head and looked at him funny. "Its not a boat..Its a ship love." I could tell she really wanted to slap him.

"Boy, I haven't seen ye in eight years and all ye got to say is 'its a ship not a boat'?" She leaned over the table and smacked Jack very hard upside the head. "How have ye been putting up with this for eight years!" She turned to me with a slightly lost look on her face.

"I've managed..." For some reason, even though I had been practically taking care of a full grown man for the past eight years, been kicked off of the place I called home, and still had some effects of a hangover and heat exhaustion, I finally felt peace.

Sitting in a bar, in Tortuga with my two best friends, I finally felt like maybe we could get the Pearl back. After all, I am friends with The Captain Jack Sparrow. Or maybe it was just the rum talking again.

Yayness! When I started writing this, that song "Roll To Me" was playing. So I could hardly write with the image of Jack drunkenly singing along playing in my head lol. Well...Review...and stuff...