(A/N: Uploading the first story for April Fools and will continue with it overtime. I have no real plan with it to be honest.)

Jack Sparrow emerged from below deck of the Barnacle and stretched his arms over his head. A jaunty smile spread across his face and satisfaction sparkled in his mischievous brown eyes. He strode across the deck to Jean at the helm.

"Take a break, mate," Jack said, taking the wheel from Jean.

"Aye, Captain," Jean nodded and stepped away. He picked up Constance from an opened barrel she had gotten into and leaned against the railing, crooning to his sister.

A few quiet minutes went by and the hatch suddenly flew open. A very angry and embarrassed Arabella stormed out from below deck and stomped over to Fitzwilliam, who was sipping tea he had made earlier.

"Fitzwilliam P. Dalton the Third," Arabella growled.

Fitzwilliam was taken aback by her unwarranted anger towards him. He gently placed his tea down on the barrel next to him and faced her. "Did I do something?"

Arabella clinched her jaw and narrowed her eyes. "Did ye do something? What is this?!" She whipped a hand out from behind her back, her fist seeming to tightly grip a pair of woman's underwear—her underwear.

Fitzwilliam's face quickly grew red. "I—um, that's your underwear," Fitzwilliam stammered.

"And what was it doing under your pillow?!" she hissed.

Fitzwilliam's mouth hung open and his eyes widened at the accusation. "Wait—what?"

Jean furrowed his brows in confusion as he spectated from across the deck. Fitzwilliam was not more than a well-bred gentleman. He would never do such a thing like this! Tumen scampered down the rigging near Jean to see what was happening.

"Why was my underwear under yer pillow?!" Arabella interrogated.

"I-I don't know!" the shocked Fitzwilliam didn't know how to explain what happened. "I didn't put it under there! I don't know how it got there."

"Well it got there somehow!" Arabella spat. "Tell me, what do ye achieve from taking advantage of women like that? Does that make ye feel good? Does that make other men like ye? Does that make women like ye?"

Exasperated, Fitzwilliam nodded and threw his hands in the air. "Yes, it does! I feel great and everybody likes me!" He quickly changed his tone and his face turned serious. "No, it doesn't."

Arabella took a deep breath, trying very hard not to yell. "If this was Jack, I would have decked him and thrown his scrawny arse overboard. But, you...out of everybody aboard the Barnacle, it's the well-bred, pampered aristocrat." Arabella turned and looked as if she was going to walk away, but then she turned back to Fitzwilliam. "Actually, I am surprised that it's not Jack."

"Yes, me too," Fitzwilliam said through his teeth. He snuck a glance over to the helm. Jack half-hid his face behind his arm that was draped across the wheel. Jean and Tumen smiled at each other in amusement.

Arabella stepped closer to Fitzwilliam, holding her underwear up to him. "Now, what do ye got to say? What do ye say to me and all the other women out there?"

"I—" Fitzwilliam sighed. There was no way of convincing her otherwise. "All right, I'm sorry," he said under his breath.

Jean and Tumen cheered for him. "Yeah! Go Fitz!"

Arabella turned and gave the boys a scowl. She then stormed off and went back below deck, slamming the hatch shut.

Fitzwilliam was furious. How could his own friend mistrust him like that—after all this time of being a good friend to her and being a great member to the team? He only had one person to blame.

Fitzwilliam marched straight to Jack, who was obviously trying hard not to crack a smile. "You did this!" Fitzwilliam snapped, pointing a finger in Jack's face.

Jack looked around, acting confused. "I did?"

"You put Arabella's underwear under my pillow!" Fitzwilliam snarled.

Jack shrugged and smiled. "Ah, I guess I did," he admitted.

Fitzwilliam rolled his eyes. "And do you know what you also did?" Jack shook his head blankly. "You just put mistrust between me and Arabella's friendship! My reputation with her is tainted!" Fitzwilliam spelled out.

"Well, then go down there and tell her I did it so she can come back up here, deck me, and throw my scrawny arse overboard," Jack said.

Fitzwilliam seethed. "You better fix this!" Before he stomped away, he added one more thing, "And you're going to pay!"

"Come on, can't you just take a joke?" Jack complained. Fitzwilliam ignored him.