A/N:2 all my luverly reviewers: I LUV U ALL!!!!well, most o' u. *hem*Kess*hem* Anything between * and * are "my" thoughts. Ne1 hu wanted random stuff...here ya go!!!!!!!!!! Soz, but I don't have time 2 answa allll reviewers.

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Chapter 3 ~ Pot NOOOOOdle!!

It was nothing that I would ever have imagined. Sure it wasn't exactly paradise, but with Jack nearby, it was close enough. Nothing was where it should've been – rum bottles scattered over the floor, random drawers looked like they'd been ransacked and on the desk was – of course – his famous compass-that-doesn't-point-north, his sword-that-was-half-expected- to-be-made-of-wood, pistol-with-no-additional-shots-nor-powder and 'is 'at.

*Hang on.*

I remembered my baggage and pulled out the refilled bottle he'd left behind and walked out of his messier-than-my-bedroom cabin. I ran into Gibbs, who was eating pot noodles.

"Wait – eh, you there!" I called to Gibbs, forgetting his stupid superstitions.

"Aye, young Missy... Hold up there – you're a woman!"

I looked up and down myself. Wearing a tank top and a mini skirt, I figured it was preeeetty obvious. "Nooooo, you think?"

"Er... Aye? Sorry... a friend o' Jack, is a friend o' mine."

"Riiiiiiiiiight. Er... why are you eating Pot Noodle?"

"Pot... what? Say what you mean, young Missy."

"I mean what I say, it is the same thing, you know. And I do have a name."

Gibbs gave a well confused look, so I saved him the time and breath of asking.

"Charlotte. Lottie for short. Inventor of bean and potato salad, lover of Pringles and Pot Noodle, savvy?"

"I think I'll stick with the pot..."

Jack poked his head round the door.

"Hey! I've told you once, I won't tell you again. Savvy is MY word, MY OWN, my precioussssss........ Hang on. Wrong script, this is Will's."

"Actually, I believe that's mine."

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A/N:

Jackoholic: Legolas, I thought you had business to do in Lothlorien? That's why you had to leave at the end of chapter one.

Legolas: Yeah, but I can't exactly go around saving people if I don't know my lines, savvy?

Jack: Not you too!!! How many times? It's MY, repeat, MY word, savvy?

Jackoholic: *waves li'l white flag* Ok,ok, I surrender. We'll use Capish! Instead, capish?

Kess/Elven_Elements/My-Best-Mate: Now you're stealin' MY words!!!

Jackoholic: What can I say? Pirate! I like stealin' words, capish? Now, Legolas, get ya script an' scarper. Legolas stays put THAT means: IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ELVEN BUT OUT OF THAT DOOR IN THE NEXT THREE SECONDS YOU WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER SUNSET. Kess, go write some more o' your fanfics, an' Jack...go drink some rum!!!

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Riiiight... on with the story....

I had a sudden thought.

"Jack... I believe you left something behind...."

"Eh?! Whassat?"

I dangled the refilled rum bottle over the side of the Pearl.

"No. NOT GOOD. Definitely NOT GOOD."

"Oh. So it is of value."

"YES. DEFINITELY of value."

"Ah. Well... I'm not going to drink it, so I think you better have it."

I chucked the bottle to Jack, who caught it, an expression of relief imprinted on his face.

"Ahhhh... Rum..."

He took off the cork with his teeth, spat it out and took a swig. This was the moment I had been waiting for... The moment of truth. He tasted, swallowed, blinked several times, pushed his face into the most wide-eyed Jack-Sparrowesque expression possible, before gasping and saying quite simply.

"That, Luv, is not Rum."

"I did notice."

"But it's one helluva lot better."

He continued breathing heavily.

*God, he is soooooo sexy when he's bewildered.*

"Got any more?"

I grinned.

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A/N: VODKA!!! I lurve it. Shaky, shaky, movy, groovy, Yup, IZ Elaveeeen_ElaMEEEEEEEEEEEEEenTALLIiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiii deranged, I am ElaMEEEEEEEEEEEEEenTALLIiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiii deranged, mon. Dude, I rock, as does Leggy here. Yes! He's come back. I couldn't bear to let me beeeeeeEEEEeeeeesty MATeY HpeRE sY AppEeeERsy chuck him outta da stooooooory, so he's comin back @ sum raaaaaaaaaaaaandom point ov eachy chappiedooz.

Rite, I apologise 4 dat random laoda crap from me best m8 Elven_Elements aka Kess aka Elaveeeen_ElaMEEEEEEEEEEEEEenTALLIiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiii deranged. She helped me wiv dis chap coz I had a bit o' writer's block, so I thort it fair 2 let her say summat. That may have bin a bit of a mistake, but nehyu

Oi Thas mi wrd, as IS caaaaaaaaaaaaaPIIIIIIIIIIIIIshi nawishi!! Hehe he he HEEEEEEEE! Mwa ha aha ahahh a ahah ha ah ah! !!

Kess, step away from the keyboard b4 I press the detonate button

1. U r in MI house, on MI ketboard. 2. Usually, a detonate button is called a Detonater.

Now... why dint I think of that? Neways, u know wot I luv more dan Jack? Yep, u got it: REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!YAYSIES!!!!!!!!!All you have 2 do, is click dat li'l bluey-purply kinda button sayin GO!. No woz, It ain't illegal or nethin. Just, click it and type woteva random crap that comes in2 ya head, savvy?