In jail. Again. Me, Cassandra Hawk, Captain of the Golden Tear, most feared ship in the Caribbean. Oh yes, you thought that was the Black Pearl, right? Most people do, most people are stupid.

I am bored so I decide I want out.

"Guard? Can you come here please?"

The Guard came. All men come when I call.

"What would you like mam?" the guard asked.

The man across from me is watching me. He is a strange looking man with beads in his hair.

I 'accidentally' drop me hat "oops" I bend down giving them a very nice 'view'. I am very beautiful, I know this, and I use this. It's too easy. Standing back up I ask the guard, "Would you mind letting me out?" The guard still in shock, said 'OK' and opened the cell door.

Stepping out I pushed him up against the bars, he hit his head and fell to the floor, then I kicked him in the stomach, "That was for looking." I told him even though he was unconscious.

Walking up to the other sell I ask, "what is your name?"

"Who, me?" he asked dumbly.

"Do you see anyone else?" I say as I roll my eyes.

"Oh, aye, me name be Captain Jack Sparrow, please take me with you, I think I be in love with ya."

"Of course you are, but I am looking for Will Turner, I heard you new where he is."

"Aye I do. He be at th' black smith, please, please, let me out."

"No, Goodbye." I left. I told you he is stupid. And I am a pirate, now off to find William my one true love.

There is the black smith. I walk in, there he is, my Will. Looking over his shoulder I see someone behind him "What are you doing here Jack? I left you at the jail!"

"That's 'Caption' Jack Sparrow. And as for what I am doing here, just watching, young William said he wanted to take care of this one." Jack said taking a step back to make it clear he was going to stay out of it.

"Thank you, Jack." And Will jumped forward drawing his sword, Giving Cassandra just enough time to draw hers as well.

"But Will, I love you! And you love me!!" cried Cassandra, gasping for breath.

"No, I love Elizabeth." Will said before taking a stab for Cassandra's neck.

"But I killed Elizabeth!" she managed to gasp out before the sword slit her throat.

Will stared as the corps fell before spinning to Jack, "What did she mean?"

"'Bout what?" Jack asked innocently

"Elizabeth!" Will Cried desperately

Jack sighed "Relax William, your bonny lass is fine. She is only dead in this authors story. Now speaking of which we better be going." Jack headed for the door.

"Wait, I have some questions." Will stated, holding his ground.

Jack rolled his eyes swinging back to Will. "And what might thoughs be? Why are we doing this? What I mean about 'This Story'? Why is the sky blue?"

"Yes. Well not about the sky, but the other stuff. And how can we just go around killing people?"

Jack stared at Will for a second, then sighed. "All right, I'll tell you. We do this because if we don't are world will be destroyed, savvy? And this story? Well, every person who writes a story makes a small world of there own, most of these are fine, they only effect are world a little and for a short time. But some of them, like this one" he added waving a hand at the body. "Are just to terrible, to different form the real thing. You get to many of these then, 'Boom'"

"Boom?"

"Yeah, 'Boom,' our universe is gone, destroyed, just like that." Jack finished, leaning back on the closed door.

A little shaken at this revelation, Will asked his next question. "And the Author?"

"Well you see, we don't actually kill the author, just that part of them that makes them want to write, the little place in there mind they go to write stuff like this. They can still write, just nothing to destructive."

"But that other one, you asked her to promise not to write like that again."

"Yes, see if she swears to clean up her act, she can still write, I'll just keep an eye on her for awhile. Now," Jack said clapping his hand together "Anymore questions?"

"Yes, about my Fath-" Started Will thinking cents Jack seemed to be in a mood for explaining things, then…

"Good!" Jack interrupted loudly "Lets get going then." As he walked out the door.

Will sighed, "Well, off to kill the authors imagination we go" And fallow Jack out the door.

*~*~*

After finishing her quick confronts call with one of her friends about what color short Will should be wearing, Ashley got back to her computer desk. Flicking the mouse to turn off the 'I love Will Turner' screensaver she sat down so she could write in Will wearing the 'Royal Blue' tee shirt her friend had suggested.

She stared at the screen in shock at how much stuff written there that she was positive she did not write.

"Um, Hello." A voice from behind her said, she jumped up, spinning to see who was there. What she saw was Will Turner, standing behind him was Jack Sparrow, casually leaning up agents a wall.

"Hi" was all she said before hitting the floor with a thud.

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"William, I new you were good, but I did not even see you move!" Jack said, then added, "You must be practicing more, you and Elizabeth not getting on well?" fake concern dripping from his voice.

Will glared at Jack, "I did not touch her, I think she fainted."

"Well wake her up!" Jack ordered waving his hands in a 'we don't have all day' kind of way.

Will knelt next to her, taking her shoulders in his hands he shook her gently, "Ashley, wake up, I need to talk to you."

Opening her eyes she starred up at him then wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him in to a kiss.

With a cry Will pushed her away from him, then backed up to a wall.

Jack clapped his hand together, "So you HAVE been having trouble with Elizabeth!"

"What?" a confused Will said. "Oh. NO! Of coarse not!" Turning his attention back the girl in the middle of the room. "Why did you do that?"

"Because I love you Willypoo!" Ashley said as she started to crawl back the William.

"If you want me to step out for a few minutes Will, I don't mind…" Jack offered waving a hand at the door.

This suggestion was followed by a yells of "No!" from Will and "Yes" from Ashley.

Jack grinned at Will, "You know, if you cant handle this one, I can go get Elizabeth for you, I'm sure she would love to kill this one for you…"

"You just stay out of this Jack, I said I can handle it." Will ran a shaking hand threw his hair trying to get himself under control. He drew his sword, and pointed it at Ashley. "Don't move, I need to talk to you."

"You sure about this Will? You look really pale… worried about what Elizabeth will do when she finds out about that little kiss?" Jack, experienced in the ways of jealous woman, almost felt sorry for him, almost.

"Jack, just shut up and let me handle this. Ashley, do you swear to stop righting those horrible stories?" Will asked, trying to get this over with.

"Do you still have it?" Ashley demanded, drooling on the floor as she continued to crawl closer.

" Have what?"

"The hat, the one with the feathers? And the big buckle?"

"Uhhh, yes I do, somewhere. Now please, ans-"

But he was cut off as Ashley jumped up with a squeal and charged at him, instinctively, he raised the sword, Ashley's momentum impaled her on the sword, and causing Will to fall backward on to the floor.

Jack walked over pushed the body off Will with his booted foot. "You all right lad?" Jack asked calmly, studying his fingernails.

"Yes I'm fine." Will replayed, getting to his feet.

"You know, you weren't suppose to kill her 'till after you got her answer."

"Oh yeah, sorry." Will apologized, guiltily.

"That's all right, she won't be writing any of that stuff now." Jack said as he headed for the door, then turned back when he saw that Will was not coming. "Well come on, I want to see you try to explain about that kiss to Elizabeth."

"Jack! You must not tell her!" Will said as he walked up to join Jack by the door.

"Oh, I don't have to, she will know as soon as she sees you that you did something wrong. You're a horrible liar." Jack informed Will sadly.

Will ducked his head, "Fine, let's go."

"Oh, Willypoo, you forgot your sword." Jack told Will as he walked threw the door and back to their world.

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A/N. Sorry for the long wait, but I don't like excuses so I am not going to give any. Sure, I can awes say that I have a life and better things to do then sit around writing this stuff. But cents I don't I may as well just get on with the begging for reviews. There I'm done. Happy? To bad.

Any way, Merry Christmas!

Myth.