Disclaimer:December 29, 2007 I'm terribly sorry for taking so long to update. Much love to all my reviewers! I couldn't have finished this without you. Thanks guys.

Our Chief

"Our work's half done!,"shouted Gibbs running onto the scene, what remained of the Black Pearl's crew soon followed. They began boarding the ship. Pintel scrambled after them, smiled nervously and added, "That's 'cause we done it for you- we knew you were coming back for it!"

Poochie tilted his head to one side thinking, I thought we were saving it. Will stopped Gibbs and insisted they wait for Jack. Right on cue Jack Sparrow, current living deity of the Pelegostos, appeared flailing his arms, blue painted eyes wide, and his boots kicking up the grey sand. Will smiled. The Pelegostos stampeded after Jack. Will turned, "Time to go!"

Poochie seized up the situation. They were after the funny pirates! No you don't you-very colorful, feathery, bone people! Poochie took off passing the painted pirate who said, "Good doggie!"

Jack? Maybe if you had said that I would've given you the keys, thought Poochie remembering.

"You can keep doing that forever-the dog is never going to move." It had been nice to see someone recognized he wasn't just any dog. He was a dog with noble responsibilities! Alas, all that was undone when later he tried to snatch the keys and called him a cur! Well, Poochie wasn't one to hold grudges especially against someone who had called him a good doggie...
The dog planted his paws firmly in the sand and barked. Grr! Back, back, cannonballs! Er...canary...codfish...BACK!

The Pelegostos didn't seem to notice him until the black ship was sailing away. Only after their strange pleas for Jack subsided did Poochie realize. He was began advancing towards him. Nice feather people, nice feather people...Oh dear!

Poochie bolted into the forest. They shot little needles at him. One moment he was scurrying away on all fours, the next, he had a heavy hat on his head and he was sitting on a very large chair. He blinked and looked around. He spat a bone out of his mouth and picked up the keys that lay at his feet.

"Wainwright! Take a look--it's the dog!" Poochie looked to his left and saw unfamiliar faces trapped in a cage. They were looking curiously at him. They started looking through their pockets until one said, "Ah ha!" He held a piece of eight in his hand. He stuck a hand out of the bars and flipped the coin. It rang a familiar tune.

The song has been sung from it's watery grave... Hm. I guess I have to save another pirate.

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Fin.