I am once again so very sorry this took so long, and for something so short *groan* I really wanted to post more, but got grounded from the computer for a bit. Anyways, I promise, cross my heart, that the chapters will get longer… MUCH longer.

Anyways, I have decided that this won't be the second part of the 2nd chapter. It will be the third with a title all its own. So, once again, I would like to thank my one and only reviewer, Ira Gaines. It means a lot to me that at least somebody cares. Well, ONTO THE STORY!!!!!!

Oh wait, disclaimer, right… I forgot about that. Well, I don't own "Pirates of the Caribbean" and I don't own Jack Sparrow Dammit!!! I do, however, own his hat. That's right people; I went online and searched for days until I found a hat just like his!!! Want the website?? It's on my bio page. You guys HAVE to check it out!!!! Well, happy reading!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ch. 3

Baby-sitter

            Shay carefully placed her sketch book back in her duffel bag, being careful not to let it get dirty, creased, or heaven forbid… smudged! To her, that sketch book was sacred. In that book she expressed what she could not write down on paper. Everything inside, she translated into images. It was her own personal bible, along with the Pirates of the Caribbean script of course. Shay reached into her bag once more and withdrew her headphones. She had plenty of C.D.s, however she failed to see the use of many of them seeing as she only listened to two: The Edward Scissorhands soundtrack and the Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtrack. In her opinion, Klaus Badelt (Writer of the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack) and Danny Elfman (Writer of the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack) were musical geniuses.

            It was quite incredible what one could comprehend through music. Shay remembered the first time she had listened to the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack. She hadn't seen the movie yet, although her friend Alex had told her a bit about it. Shay knew she would love it the second she heard the very first note. It was the most moving music she'd ever listened to in her life. The way some of the songs could be so eerily beautiful was enough to move one to tears, as it had done Shay. She was listening to it for the first time. She had been in a depressed mood to begin with but once track number eleven came around, she was in hysterics, sobbing uncontrollably. All the while she kept thinking to herself

If the soundtrack is this sad, how am I ever going to make it through the movie?

            One of the less sensitive residents in Shay's group home had become annoyed at Shay's constant wailing had told Harry oh so very tactfully to "Go shut Shay up!" The state in which Harry had found his friend worried him deeply. The first thing he did was make sure she wasn't contemplating suicide. Shay found this thought so incredibly outrageous that she burst out laughing much to Harry's relief and assured him that she was not.

            That had been a long night, one of hollow talks and secrets in the dark. It always made Shay feel more secure when she told Harry secrets in the dark. It made it seem as if the dark would hear her secrets and soak them up never to be seen or heard again except by those for whom they were meant. That was the night Shay had confessed to Harry that, while she was not suicidal, she needed an escape, a way out.

Well, shay thought looking around at the now barely distinguishable outlines of palm trees. Looks like I've gotten one.

           

            Shay put on the headphones and pressed play waiting for the hollow music to begin its haunting lullaby. She knew what would happen once she fell asleep. It happened almost every night… the nightmares would come.

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            Captain Jack Sparrow stood proudly at the wheel of his ship. The sun had gone down hours ago, and so had his crew. They were all warm and cozy in their beds while he stood on deck enjoying the breeze and taking in the many wonders of the night. They had no idea what they were missing.

            Jack loved the night. He always had. It had been his only comfort as a child.  

 The best part about it was the silence. It wasn't a complete silence. That would be boring. It was merely a time when the world was free of man made noises and all that was left were that rhythmic sounds of nature. For instance, the steady beat of waves crashing on the side of a ship, or on a distant shore. That was his favorite. He found the sound of the waves almost hypnotic. If he were in bed, the waves would have put him to seep instantaneously. But seeing as the great captain was wide awake, he simply used the calming atmosphere as a time to think.

            Jack let out a forlorn sigh. How many times had he been to this sorry excuse of an island? Too many times to count. And only three were of any significance. The other countless times were simply to restock on rum, or store bits of loot he wanted to save for god knows why.  

            Jack was suddenly torn from his thoughts by an odd thumping and thudding followed by a string of curses and oaths from below deck.

"Stupid people! Can't you bloody let a boy know when he's over sle-" the voice faltered as a head of light brown hair poked up from the hold. As the owner of the voice, a boy in his early teenage years, realized that it was not yet time to wake up, far from it in fact, the boy's face became livid and he opened his mouth as if to yell something, but Jack was across the deck quick as a flash with a hand over the boy's mouth. Jack had reached him just in time to stop the boy from yelling out the name of the person Jack knew was responsible for the boy's distraught state: Ana Maria.

"It's no use wakin' up the rest of the damn crew over a silly little prank, now is it lad." Jack said in his deep, beautifully slurred voice. 

The boy just glared at him, in the way most boys do when they know they've been defeated but want to keep as much dignity as possible, before actually answering Jack's question.

"No, I s'pose not." he mumbled.

"That's a good lad." Jack said giving the boy a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't take it personally. Ana Maria plays that lovely little trick on every newcomer. She never tires of it."

"But I'm not a permanent addition to this crew. So technically speaking-" He was cut off by Jack.

"Forget technically, lad. Doesn't matter if you're here for an hour or 'till judgment day, its entertainment." he smirked. "Pirates do get bored you know."

The boy rolled his eyes before saying sarcastically "I never would have guessed."

There was a pause before Jack said "Well, now that you're up, y'might as well watch the sun rise."

"Oh joy. I get to watch pretty colors in the sky with a madman." The boy said unenthusiastically. 

Jack smiled slyly. "Aye, I'll admit I'm a madman, but must you be so cynical this early in the morning?"

"I don't know. Must you be so optimistic this early in the morning?" the boy shot back. However, the boy's expression suddenly changed from one of annoyance to one of regret.

"I'm sorry." He said softly. "I'm generally not in the best of moods when I just wake up."

Jack chuckled. "Neither was your mother." He said jokingly.

The boy gave Jack a confused look and said "And you would know this how? Oh, forget it, I don't want to know." before making his way over to the mast where he sat down and pulled out a small piece of rope with which to practice tying knots.

            Jack studied the boy from his position at the wheel which he had immediately returned to after his chat with Jeremy, which happened to be the boy's name. Jeremy had been on the Pearl for what, two days now? Jack hated to admit it, but what he was doing was babysitting, really. Jeremy's mother was a fellow pirate and close friend of Jack's. She had come to Jack telling him only that she had "business to attend to" and needed someone to take care of Jeremy. Now, it was certainly not Jack's plan to have his ship taken over by brooding teenagers, but he couldn't just say no to his friend. So, reluctantly, Jack had agreed.  So here he was, the feared and respected Captain Jack Sparrow… babysitting.

            Well, he thought. At least I don't have two brooding teens on board. That might just be cause enough to commit suicide. Unfortunately, it seems fate is not without a sense of humor…

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