Elizabeth stuck out her bottom lip and started to whimper.

"Gee!" she said under her breath, "I put on this stupid dress, wear a plate on my head and still, he just completely ignores me! He thinks he's so great with his parachute pants well. I'll show him! I'll show everyone!" she tried to laugh maniacally but all she could muster was a giggle.

Since her father's attention was elsewhere, and by elsewhere I mean the mirror, Elizabeth snuck down the stairs unnoticed and put on the purple parachute pants. She started dancing around, doing such popular moves as the mashed potato, the sautéed tomato and the dance move that is rumored to be the cause of the Great Confusion of 1616, the rubber-monkey-butt-wiggle, a move that, if done properly, makes you look like you've just swallowed something very hot and are trying to signal to someone very far away that you would like a cold drink, or possibly a good kick up the arse. Elizabeth moonwalked out of the door and onto the balcony that overlooked the docks and due to a very bad judgement of distance on her part, fell off the edge and landed in the water.

Meanwhile, on the Interceptor.

"So I says to the guy I says, 'Listen buddy! How was I supposed to know she was only 15' and then he says."

plop

"He said plop?" asked Murtogg in amazement "Now that must have taken guts."

"What? I didn't say plop?" Jack said looking around him wildly to try and find who did. He looked over the edge of the Interceptor, which he only managed to get onboard of by offering the guards chocolate, and saw a young woman, and a blur of purple, sinking fast in the water.

"Hmm. I think I'm right in assuming that you lot won't be saving her." He said, looking at the men who's faces were smeared with chocolate in front of him.

"Normally I would," Mullroy said, "but my doctor says that I should avoid saving damsels who are in distress as it could be seriously damaging to my health." He let out a weak cough and sat down.

Jack raised an eyebrow and looked at Murtogg.

"Oh, I uh. you see. I just had lunch about half an hour ago and you shouldn't really swim 'till an hour after eating so. I'll just stay here." He said, sitting down next to Mullroy and smiling.

Jack rolled his eyes and took off his hat, satchel and the rest of his effects. He dived into the water and swam towards the D.I.D. who had almost reached the bottom. He grabbed her round the waist and started to swim to the surface but when he reached it, they started to sink again. He looked for what was weighing them down and saw the purple parachute pants. He took them off her, stared at them for a bit, decided that purple wasn't his colour, and swam for the surface again. He reached the docks where Mullroy and Murtogg were waiting and handed them the girl then pulled himself up onto the dock.

"She's not breathing!" Murtogg shouted to no one in particular.

"Out of the way!" Jack said pushing him aside and cutting her corset from her.

The girl gasped for breath, fainted, came to, mumbled a few incoherent things about the weather, then fainted again.

"I never would've thought of that!" Mullroy said, picking up the corset and examining it.

"Clearly you've never been over to Michael Jackson's for dinner!" (zing!) Jack chuckled.

"Hold it right there!" shouted a voice that Jack knew only too well from behind. (double-zing! (this will only make sense later))

He slowly turned around and looked up at the owner of the voice.

"You?!" he said in disbelief.

"Yes Jack, its me!" the voice continued with a hint of anger, "You never called"

Dun Dun Dun!!!!!!!! Ok, the next chapter is coming really soon so don't worry, you'll soon find out who the mystery voice belongs to. I'll upload it as soon as possible cause I know none of you will eat, sleep or go to the bathroom until you find out! This chapter was kinda weak cause I needed to get that part out of the way but the next chapters will be much better, does anyone know if there is a limit to how many chapters you can have? If you do please write how many in your review!