06/12/2006 17:34:00

Mon oridnatuer bites the big one! FINALLY it worked. (see author note at end too)

Disclaimer: What is a disclaimer anyways? Hmph. Ignorance won't work, will it? Kay so I own nothing.

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

--Greys Anatomy

Soooo Jack's SISTER? OUCH.

His sister thought so wrongly of him, or did she? I mean, I really didn't know. I really didn't know him. So how was I to judge the situation? I kind of got the impression that I had two choices. Either a) Take his side, help him, and believe him or b) Take her side, and make it clear that I really didn't know him, and didn't know what to believe.

But I mean, he was my friend. I make friends very easily. That's why I get hurt easily, but that's a story for another time. And friends stick by each other, don't they? 'Sides, he's the Captain, isn't he? Geez, as if he hasn't reminded me and everyone else of that a billion times. A man with pride he certainly is.

"Jack….can you….elaborate?" I asked nervously. I mean, this was obviously a really sore subject. Putting myself in his shoes, yeah, definitely a sore subject.

He sighed, and I thought for certain he wouldn't continue, but he did. "It's a load of…it's not true…I mean…"

'Woah, wait, Jack I'm totally not here to judge you or anything like that. Just tell me like it is, I'm not going to like…you know, evaluate you."

He stared at me for a second, then it seemed as if he mentally shook himself out of it, and he said, "Well no, I know that, I wouldn't let you judge me, even if it were your intentions. I'm only telling you this because I want to know where you got this, and er, it would seem that you wouldn't do so without learning the story behind it."

Whatever, he was going to tell me, right? Blah, blah, jack, making excused. I know you want to talk about it, so just talk about it! Of course, this is me thinking. He was obviously upset at this, and I wasn't really going to press it.

"She and I…we go back a long way. Her birth, actually,"

I nodded, and bit my tongue. I hate sensitive subjects, I always say stupid things. Like, right now, I wanted desperately to point out that 'hello? Of course!' but I held back, again.

"Anyways, we went out separate ways, all that. I was almost a slave trader, but I was not. I mean, come on, I'm not…like that." He rolled his eyes, emphasizing the point. Did I mention that with every little thing he said, he moved? Not a part of him way still. Ever.

"I bailed when I found out what was expected of me, earned me a nice scare, that one did, but besides all that…I never traded no slaves. And word must have somehow gotten back to her that I did go through with it. Now she hates me, and she probably married that wanker David."

"Wait," I actually interrupted this time, "You didn't like David?"

"Never. Even paid him off to stay away from her. Ya see, he and I ran into each other on an island one night. Him with a girl on each arm. Now, certainly, it would have been fine, had me own flesh an' blood not been sittin' on that rock we called home waiting for him. And now that I read this, I hate him even more."

"You paid him off? Didn't you tell her though! I mean, she could still be looking for him, for all you know!"

"Listen, luv, for all I know, she's suffered the same fate I almost did and was marooned on an island. Apparently, you don't understand how much I don't know." He flinched at the words.

"This is something new, I think," I said to him, "But well, I mean, look at the dates. How long ago is all this?"

Silly me, I'd forgotten the date already. Time didn't really matter to me, seeing as how it already threw me wherever it wanted. Who was to say it wouldn't again? I was apathetic.

He did as I suggested, making us both feel a little daft for not thinking of it sooner. "Ah, well…Percy, where did you get this?"

Percy, he called me Percy. Cough, ehem.

"Why?what's the date?"

"It's…a few weeks ago."

"So there's still time! You can find her before she finds David, or a fate worse then death! This is awesome this is…so interrupting my plans to become incredibly rich…" I sighed, but when I looked at him, he had a strange look on his face.

"Where did you get this?" He asked again.

"I had it with me, from my time…you know…that whole bit."

He studied the cover of the book, perhaps checking if it were authentic. I thought about time for a second and what it did to me. I mean, besides bring me here. Time has worn that book so much, it could hardly be new, but back here, the date is recent. It must mean that I'm the first one to open this diary. Perhaps his sister tucked it away into some trunk somewhere, and that's how I came across it. My mind went into a whirlwind of thoughts and possibilities, most just confused me to no end.

"You really aren't from around here, are you?" Such a simple question; asked by a complex man, sure of the answer. He believed me, and that made him my ally. And that was nice.

"Aye!" I laughed, happy the mood had become a bit lighter, at least for the moment. I didn't like this sad version of Captain Jack very much, but you can't really complain about someone else being in pain. Well I guess you can, I do it all the time. Hey, I bet you've done it too! Liars. "Finally you see it. You know, I don't question you about this whole bit being real. I guess I'm a fool, or insane, whatever though. If someone's so desperately to pull something on me, by all means, I'll just have fun while it's happening!" I was ranting, so I stopped, and shrugged.

"Sorry…. go on about your story."

"Nothing more to tell really. I don' even know where we'd begin to look for her. She could be anywhere, with anyone."

I started thinking, and then stated, "Well, was she proud?"

"What? Oh, huh, I don't know really. Oh whom am I kidding? She was perhaps the most-"

"Ah, ok, well then, hello, problem solved," I pointed out, interrupting, "If you're as infamous as you say so, then your sister probably would be easy to find. She's a sparrow, ain't she? Well, there seems to be allot in a name in this time. Especially around here. Why not ask around? Maybe she took David's last name as a cover or something."

"Why would she take his last name? Gulia?"

I had two thoughts, one was of Rose in Titanic, when she took Jack's name even after he had died. The other was of Julia Gulia, in The Wedding singer, and that made me laugh. I felt guilty immediately though, because there was still this bizarre look in his eyes.

"We'll find her. Your Captain Jack Sparrow, after all."

This caused him to smile, "Aye, that I am."

I had found myself at home in the galley, but not with the coffee. I never really did like the taste of it, but once I found the rolls I was ok. I made myself the world's most interesting sammich ever!

As I ate said sandwhich with pride, Jack joined me to update me on our schedule. "Looks like we'll be taking a detour."

ROIGHT! So this was vair v.v.v. short! Indeed, it was a somewhat test. I have another chappie that's much longer, but suddenly my compy started working? Sorry for making you wait. This has been sitting in my files forever because of my stupido compudora. Any road, I found someone wiling to proof – many thanks – and hopefully I'll update ASAP.

Suggestion? Thoughts? Not flames? Sweet. Thanks.