YAY!! Arent you all happy? =) I am because I got reviews!! YAY!!! Hem. Sorry about that, nut this is doing pretty good coinsdering it is my first story under this penname. =D right, this chapter there will be slash!! Yay! Because Will and Jack will meet. There is also a pissed off Norrington and nail sharpener in this chappie. P.S. I 3 you reviewers!!! Thanks!!

Nope, I still don't own POTC, as much as you all would like me to.

"Speech" 'Thoughts'

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Will sighed unhappily as he sat down. " I MISS JACK!!!" he wailed. Nothing happened for a moment, but then a neighbor threw a brick through his window.

Dear Mr. Turner,

Do shut up about your boyfriend, or I shall have to call Norrington. And we don't want that do we?

Cheers,
Mrs. Popinea

P.S. Would you like a fried Twinkie? I have too many I'm afraid...

Will looked at the note with distaste. Mrs. Popinea was the neighborhood fried Twinkie lady. A short, miserable old bat with frizzy grey hair, a large beak-like nose and Twinkie yellow eyes. How she managed to stay in business was beyond Will.

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"FRIED TWINKIES!!" Jack and his crew launched themselves at the fried Twinkie stand. "But Captain, you just threw up...."

"Meaning there is nothing to worry about mate!" Jack looked around mouthing numbers. "We'll take 53!"

"None for me Jack, those things are hideous!" Anamarie said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Jack was about make some smartass comment, but Mrs. Popinea's Twinkie yellow eyes had narrowed.

"Cap-" "Are you Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of the Plack Bearl?" Mrs. Popinea asked with suspicion. The entire crew started to laugh uproariously. "The Plack Bearl?? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Aye *hahah* that would be *snort* the Black *hahahah!!!!* Pearl!" Jack managed to get out before collapsing to the ground. Now, if there is one thing you don't want to do, it is pissing off Mrs. Popinea. With her scary vat of boiling oil behind her she was very formidable. Mrs. Popinea is pretty easy to piss off, but there is one thing she despises above all: being shown up. And right now Jack and his crew of miscreants were doing a pretty good job of showing her up. Mrs. Popinea began to inflate with rage, her twinkie yellow eyes narrowed with hate.

Not that anyone noticed. You see, when you are a fried twinkie salesman one of the downsides of the job is that no one takes you seriously. Which explains that while Mrs. Popinea was very dangerous with her vat of boiling oil (hell, anything could be dangerous with a vat of boiling oil) Jack and his crew were paying no attention to her whatsoever.

"HEY!!" she started to yell dispersing her anger on the whole of Port Royale. But for all Jack and his crew cared she could have been frozen to marble. "grrrrrr!!"

Their laughter was fueling her wrath. ' ok time for some heads to roll!!' she decided. With a horrible screech she dumped over her gigantic vat of bubbling oil. At her screech the pirates sat up and therefore the oil went harmlessly by them, eventually cooling. All stared at Mrs. Popinea for a second. It might have had something to do with her amazing array of cuss words (Mrs. Popinea uses words no one else knows such as Yarghsteem). Presently Jack and his crew got up and walked off toward their previous destination, leaving a very surprised/ pissed off Mrs. Popinea.

"Does this mean we don't get fried food?"

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Will staggered out of his house grumbling about how those degenerate teenagers need to get a life and stop yelling at the scary twinkie lady. He paused when he heard Mrs. Popinea utter her annoying-as-hell "war cry". He sighed knowing that tomorrow there would be a patch of oil on the ground, the twinkie lady didn't have very good aim. 'if she is going to bother us all with her stupid fried foods why doesn't she at least learn to aim?' he wondered. He never really found out because at that moment he ran into Jack.

"Hey you dirty- JACK!!!!!!" Will leapt upon the object of his desire but got off as he then noticed Jack's 53 crewmembers. "Ummmm hello there Will. Say, we were wondering, ummm how you were, yes, so do you mind if we come into your house and umm chat?" Jack said with his trademark grin.

"Eh, ok then"

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it was now about 11:00 and Jack's crew were playing some sort of pirate game that involved talking to dead people, and it involved some kind of board. :P Go figure. Anyway, Jack and Will were off in a dark corner and Will had just finished telling Jack about his "problem" with Elizabeth.

"and then she says 'Will, the wedding is off!!' and stalks out the door with Norrington carrying her stuff." Will, said. "Hmmm... so you so don't care about her anymore?" "No, not really." "Good." Jack pulled Will's head to his own and they began to kiss v. passionately (Ohhhhh).

At first Will was shocked, but then Jack's tongue flicked across his lower lip and he began to loosen up. Jack pulled him closer, and Will proceeded to run his tongue across Jack's teeth. Will moaned softly, as Jack slid his hand under Will's shirt. 'I like where this is going' Jack thought as he maneuvered his hand so it slipped down Will's back into his pants, 'he's a pretty good kisser'

Amazingly, this whole process went unnoticed by the crew. However, this may not be due to their prowess, but to the fact that they were raising the spirit of Barbossa who was now having a rant about apples; which was very amusing. Therefore, the fact that Jack and Will slipped upstairs-still kissing- also went unnoticed.

Once upstairs, the two pirates (yarrr, sorry, I couldn't help myself =)) leapt onto the bed, and began to remove each other of all clothing (this didn't take long, because of the absence of underwear). Downstairs, the crew had lost it's main source of entertainment (namely Barbossa), and were now thinking of other things to do.

"Uhhhhh...we could kill someone!" suggested one of the less intelligent crewmembers.

"Nar, to do that we'd have to leave the capin', say, where is he anyway, he an tha Will vanished" One Eye said (One Eye is MY character, not the dude from the movie. The name is Jack London's though...). This comment was followed by a murmur of approval from the crew. "Yah, where'd they go?".

Anamarie sighed, she had a distinct feeling she knew where they were. She used to be jealous, oh yes, there was a time when she used to love Captain Jack. She would politely nod as Jack went on and on about Will and how wonderfully hot he was but how he could never have him because of the bitch, then she would exit the room and scream her rage to the sea. But those days were gone, her dreams of scoring again with Jack seemed far away, and she now regarded him as a mix of brother and captain.

"AY!!! SHUT UP YOU LOT!! I've got an idea!!!!!" One Eye roared. "Let's go find the captain!! He cant have left, we didn't hear the door close!!". Anamarie gasped, 'Ohhh shit'. She hoped they could put their pants back on fast enough.