"So, Commodore, that's why you should donate your ship for a month or two," concluded Jack.

"So you say that I should lend you, of all people, my ship, just before the

'Commodore of the Year' competition, so that you can train up a fresh breed of pirate for me to chase around?"

"Well, yeah," said Jack.

"Pretty please?" said Will.

"No," said the Commodore.

"Be nice to Bambi," said Amber reproachfully.

The Commodore's eyebrows shot up at the mention of Jack's new nickname. He snorted in poorly suppressed laughter.

"Problem, Commodore?" asked Jack coldly.

"No, no," said the Commodore, before dissolving into full-on giggles.

"Allow me," said Deb, smoothing back her hair. She slunk over to the Commodore and put her hand on the back of his neck before staring into his eyes.

"Won't you please just let us borrow your ship for a while? For me?" She bit her lip and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt..." conceded the Commodore.

"Yes!" cheered Jack.

"...but only if I can come with you and help teach them," concluded the Commodore.

"Oh man," said Will.

"Hey, you can still borrow my boat," said the Commodore, eyeing Deb, who had gone back over to Jack and was whispering in his ear as Candy glared.

"All right then," said Will. "Everyone onto the boat!"

"Yaaaaaay!" cheered everyone, piling up the gangplank and onto the boat.

"All right, first lesson," said Jack. "How to set sail."

"Cool," said an extremely tall girl with dark red-brown hair.

"You're Laura, right?" said Jack, consulting a list.

"Yeah," said the girl.

"Good. Erm...right, first step...pull in the anchor!"

A small girl with shoulder-length reddish brown hair and green eyes seized the anchor chain and began to haul on it.

"No, dear, it would be better if you allowed one of us men to do it..." began Will, but stopped when he saw the anchor emerging from the water.

"Wow, what's your name?" asked Jack as she hauled the anchor up.

"Here, I'll take that," said the Commodore, anxious to save face.

"Great." She handed the anchor to him and went over to Jack. There was a loud splash as the anchor pulled the Commodore over the side of the boat, and everyone ran to help except Jack and the girl.

"My name's Ebony," she said. "I'm surprisingly strong."

"You don't say," said Jack, watching Elizabeth haul a soaking wet, spluttering Commodore back onto the ship.

"Hey, you couldn't help us haul the anchor back up, could you?" called Will.

"Coming!" said Ebony, heading back over.

"Right, lesson 2...getting moving!" Jack expertly rigged up the sails and they headed out to sea.

"Soooo...." said Deb, "I hear you allocated me to your friend Will's classes. Any reason for this?" She smiled at him flirtily.

"Nope. It was all done alphabetically," said Jack.

"Oh, you must have been really disappointed...not being able to see me every day..." Deb leaned forward a little to show more cleavage.

"Totally," said Jack, his eyes widening. Meanwhile, Candy was leaning on the railing surrounding the deck, scowling angrily at Jack and Deb. She needed to come up with a plan...

"So, what are you doing this evening?" said Deb, staring into Jack's eyes.

"Oh, err, hard to say," said Jack.

"Quick, Deb, there's a boy in the water!" yelled Candy. Deb rushed over.

"Where?" she said, leaning over the side. Candy quickly gave her a push.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh..." screamed Deb. There was a loud splash. Candy quickly sauntered over to Jack and turned on the charm. Seconds later, there was a yell from Elizabeth. "Quick! Man overboard!"

"Woman, thank you very much!" spat Deb from the sea.

"Hey, isn't that Deb?" said Will.

"What?" said Jack.

"Nothing important," said Candy quickly, turning him away from the action.

"My class below decks to learn technical information!" yelled Will as he pulled Deb back onto the deck.

"Boooooooooooo!" yelled everyone.

"Stop moaning and do it! I'm going to show you how to make swords and then you can make your own!" said Will.

"Hooray!" cheered everyone. They all went below decks with Will.

"So, now Deb's out of the way, how about we get to know each other?" said Jade, winking at Jack.

"Sparrow! A word!" called the Commodore from the stern.

"Oh, what now?" Jack stomped over to him. "You called?"

"Yes. I've noticed you're getting a little over familiar with one or two...or all...of the pupils."

"So?"

"There's actually a code of conduct banning teacher-pupil relationships..."

"Oh, I know. Elizabeth already told me."

"So why are you flirting?"

"I don't know." Jack shrugged.

"Oh. Well...just don't. OK?"

"Aye aye, Captain," said Jack sarcastically, heading back to Candy.

An hour later, Will's class emerged from below deck clutching various designs of sword.

"Look at this!" cried Brianna, swinging her sword around and chopping the top off the Commodore's wig.

"Watch it!" snapped the Commodore, scooping up the severed grey curls from the deck.

Will emerged from below decks looking exhausted.

"You look terrible, mate. What's up?" asked Jack.

"Deb spent the entire lesson making moves on me! Eventually I had to tell her that I couldn't date her because she was a student and I was her teacher! You couldn't take her in your class, could you? Just for now?"

"Well..." Jack looked over at Deb, who promptly blew him a kiss.

"OK. But it's such a major sacrifice. You owe me big."

"Thanks mate!" Will smiled. "I'm going to go down to my cabin and change out of this shirt."

"Why?"

"Oh, Brianna accidentally slashed the back of it."

"Oh, OK. I'll go and tell Deb." He went over to her. "Hey, Deb."

"Jacky!"

"Err, yeah. Listen, you're being transferred over to my class. Is that OK?"

"Ahh, couldn't live without me, could you?"

"No, err, well..."

"So I'm your student now?"

"Well, yeah."

"Great, see you in a minute." She quickly headed below decks.

"Where's she going?" asked the Commodore.

"Don't know," said Jack, turning to talk to a brown haired, freckled girl called Stephanie.

Meanwhile, down in his cabin, Will had just pulled off his shirt when Deb leaned round the door.

"Hi, Will," she said, moving slowly towards him.

"What? I thought we talked about this!" said Will, backing away from her.

"Yeah, but I was thinking...I'm not your student any more," said Deb, with a sly smile.

"Oh, I do not want to know what that means," said Will, taking another step back and realising that he had reached the wall.

"Oh, Will...if only you weren't so shy, and didn't think about things so much...you're so...so..."

"No...back...get back, woman," said Will feebly, grabbing something to fend her off with.

"Oh, you're so funny, Will," said Deb.

Will looked down and saw that he had grabbed a banana. He reached out the other hand and grabbed the nearest table lamp just as Deb finally lunged at him.

It was at this point that Elizabeth walked in.

"WILL! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" she screeched.

"Elizabeth! I was trying to beat her off with this lamp, what does it look like?" said Will.

"It looks like you were engaging in some sort of fetish involving bananas and table lamps with ONE OF YOUR STUDENTS!"

"She's not my student!" protested Will.

"Oh, so that makes it OK," said Elizabeth sarcastically, turning on her heel and stomping off.

"Elizabeth! Come back!" Will ran after her.

"Get away from me, William! Dad was right, I should have married the Commodore!" sobbed Elizabeth.

"Hello!" said the Commodore, bobbing up in front of her.

"Get out of my way, dork!" yelled Elizabeth, punching him on the nose.

"Why?" asked the Commodore, bravely and, some would say, foolishly, standing his ground.

"Will, banana," said Elizabeth. Will meekly handed it over.

"Bend over," she said to the Commodore, gesturing violently with the banana.

"On second thoughts, I think I'll leave," said the Commodore, making a speedy exit.

"Wise choice!" called Will as Elizabeth hurled the banana after the Commodore's retreating back.

"Shut up, William!" Elizabeth slapped him hard, before storming down to her cabin and bolting the door behind her.

"Elizabeth, open the door so that we can talk about this," pleaded Will.

"Get out of here!" she screeched from within. There was the sound of glass shattering.

"I'm going to stay here until you come out!" said Will, sitting down beside the door.

"Then you'll be waiting for a long time, you git!" screamed Elizabeth.

"Please come out, darling," pleaded Will.

"Go to hell!" screamed Elizabeth.

"Problems?" A small girl with black hair and green eyes came up to him.

"You could say that," said Will.

"I'm Rue. Can I help?"

"Go nuts," said Will despondently.

"Elizabeth?" began Rue, knocking on the door. "Will you come out?"

"No," sobbed Elizabeth.

"Why?"

"I hate him!"

"Yes, we all hate him..."

"Hey!" said Will, offended.

"Shut up, whelp," said Elizabeth.

"Don't call me that!" protested Will.

"Will, maybe you should go," suggested Rue.

"Hey, Master William!" It was Jack.

"What?"

"What's going on, mate?"

"Elizabeth's pissed because she thinks I was making out with Debbie..."

"Dude!" Jack thumped him on the back.

"No no," said Will.

"He wasn't just doing that!" Elizabeth sobbed through the door. "He was engaging in a strange practice involving bananas and table lamps!"

"Whoa, mate," said Jack. "I mean, I thought you were a bit strange, but still..."

"I wasn't!" screamed Will, before a sudden thought struck him. "Hey, who's steering the boat?"

"Oh, I left Katie and Frankie in charge," said Jack nonchalantly.

"Katie and Frankie? As in, the criminally insane pair who refuse to pay attention to anything for more than five minutes? As in the two silliest, most hyper girls I have ever met?"

"Yeah, that's them," said Jack, taking a swig of rum.

"Are you sure that was wise..." began Will, but he was cut off by an enormous crash and loud crunching noise. The ship suddenly began to list alarmingly to the right and water began to seep into the corridor.

"Jack?" Frankie's voice came down the stairs. "I think I screwed up..."

"Abandon ship!" yelled the Commodore, running past.

"Seconded," said Rue, turning tail and disappearing up the stairs.

Will and Jack ran after her, closely followed by Elizabeth, who had decided to come out after all.

"What happened?" said Will, marvelling at the vast rock they had crashed into. "How could you steer directly into that?"

"Well, you know...we were just pottering along, minding our own business..." began Frankie.

"And then this giant rock, like, you know, just threw itself at us," said Katie.

"That's not just a rock, that's an island," pointed out the Commodore, before the ship lurched violently.

"Everyone onto the island!" said Jack.

The group scrambled onto the island and watched the ship disappear beneath the waves.

"What do we do now?" asked Will.