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Gah! I'm sorry! I know this chapter's REALLY short but it was just such a good chapter break, cliffhanger and all that.

Unrefined: I'm glad you like it. *is happy* I agree that there are WAY too few Will/OC fics out there. If you see any good ones, be sure to let me know! ^.^ Thanks for reviewing!

Pirate-Jazzy: 10 cups of coffee?! O.O Oh yeah! I'm good! xD Yay for hyperness! Oh, and DONKEYS WILL RULE THE WORLD!!! Phil will be King, you know. Thanks for reviewing!

Me: Alrighty, Will. It's hug time! ^.^

Will: What? No! I can only hug Elizabeth!

Me: *eyes grow red and thunder booms while lightening flashes and ominous music plays*

Will: I mean Sam! I can only hug Sam!

Me: *goes back to normal* ^.^ That's better. But you DID promise them hugs, you know.

Will: Nu uh! YOU did!

Me: HUG THEM NOW!!! @.

Will: O.O......Er, I LOVE YOU ALL! *gives hugs all around*

Me: ^.^

Here you are, peeps! The next chapter! This one was written in an extreme state of hyperness. Readers, ye be warned...

Chapter 4: Caffeine High

"WHEEEEHEEEEEEE-oof!"

I landed in the huge pile of hay, laughing uproariously. Awkwardly getting to my feet, I scuttled up the ladder again to the hay loft. Reaching the top, I turned around and made a running dash off the edge.

"WHEEEHEEEEHEEE-oof!"

I giggled madly and buried myself in the hay so that I was no longer visible. Getting into a crouch, I pushed up forcefully with my legs and burst from the hay with a squeaky roar which instantly turned to insane cackling as I flopped back down onto the hay. I doubled up, my whole body shaking with laughter.

"Teehee! HAY MONSTER! Aha!" I managed to wheeze out.

Will paused in his work and glared at me, shaking his head.

"I knew I shouldn't have given you my special coffee." he muttered.

I tittered happily. I could literally feel the caffeine rushing through my veins. As I lay in the hay, I felt something. I grasped it, bringing it up to my face, and my eyes widened and my mouth fell open. Hugging my discovery to myself, I let out an ear piercing squeal. Oh joy! Oh happiness! I found...a pebble! FWEE!!! HAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAPPYHAP-

A handed clamped over my mouth and I realized I had been shouting aloud. I grinned up at Will whose mouth was pursed together tightly into a thin line. Did my eyes deceive me, or was his left eye twitching slightly? I looked into his eyes and mentally sighed. Such gorgeous brown eyes, I felt I could drown in them...and then the left one definitely twitched and I burst out laughing.

Suddenly he snapped. "That is it!!!"

Grabbing my arm, he dragged me roughly to his living quarters and dumped me unceremoniously on the floor. Glaring at me one final time, his left eye twitching madly, he slammed the door shut, leaving me to my own devices. I looked about me as I'd never actually been inside here before and gaped. It was so...tidy! It was positively pristine! Well, I must say this was a first. A man with an immaculate home! How scary is that? Now I knew there was something wrong with the poor boy.

Now...what to do? Hmmm....aha! Snooping! That's always fun! I scampered over to his bed and lifted up his pillow. There was a small leather bound book underneath it. Honestly. What a wonderful place to hide a book! No one would ever think of looking there! Note the sarcasm, folks. Picking it up, I opened it to the first page. My eyes widened as I saw, in neat tidy letters, the words "My Diary" scrawled at the top. Jackpot!

I leafed through it idly. This was some pretty boring stuff. He made a sword this day, had his wallet pick pocketed that day, etc. When I drew nearer to the end, I actually almost threw the horrid thing away. It was all mushy stuff about Squid Girl and I most certainly didn't want to read that. I scanned down the next page and stopped as I saw my name. My name! In his diary! It went as follows:

February 13

Today the strangest thing happened. A pretty girl (Booya!) came by the shop today and requested a sword. After that she actually demanded that I let her wash the donkey! Can you imagine me letting a lady (I snorted) wash my donkey? But I did in the end, she was very persistent. She even named him Phil. Very strange. I came back later and she was still there, for some reason, and wanted to stay so I ended up teaching her to fight with a sword. I admit I worked her a bit too long (Ha!) and after a few hours she started whining and moaning. Then she actually took off her boot and threw it at my head! Very strange. She was a very pleasant person, though, and I hope she comes back.

He wanted me to come back! He thought I was a pleasant person! He thought I was pretty! Oh happy day! I scanned through a few more but didn't find any other information. I sighed. Darn it. I slipped the diary carefully back under his pillow. Now what should I do?

One hour later, I flopped back onto his bed, satisfied with a job well done. His room was in shambles and I had successfully learned that he was a good artist and liked squirrels (judging by all the squirrel drawings he had in his desk) and that he kept a teddy bear in his dresser! I doubted I should tease him about that one, though. I don't think he'd be too pleased with me going through his underwear. Seriously, though, what sane person would keep a teddy bear under their underwear? I sniggered.

Suddenly, I heard a thunderous boom and crashing and jolted upright. What the bloody hell was that?! I started as I heard it again, this time closer, with the cries of distressed people. Soon screams greeted my ears also and I froze. Eep! Finally finding my muscles, I jumped off the bed and flung open his door, darting out into the shop.

"Will! Will? Where are you?"

I searched the whole place in vain. He wasn't there. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. Whirling around, I gasped in horror as a nasty looking pirate stood before me, cutlass raised with a cruel grin on his face.

Acting on pure reflex, I grabbed a sword lying handy and swung it with all my might, screaming my battle cry.

"PHIIIIIL!"

I cringed and my stomach lurched as his head flew off and rolled along the ground. Well...I guess he's dead. Somehow managing to keep the contents of my stomach in their proper place, I stepped disdainfully over the fresh corpse and strode out the open door into the street. I gasped as I took in the scene before me. It was pure chaos. People were running about, screaming there heads off. Pirates were also running around, killing anyone with distance. I winced as an exceptionally large black man ran through the town baker. Poor guy. He seemed like a nice enough fellow.

I heard another boom and swiveled around sideways, I gasped as I saw a huge ominous pirate ship with black sails floating in the bay. That sound was canon fire! Where oh where was Will? I prayed he was alright. The only way to know was to find out. Running quickly back inside the shop, I tossed aside the bulky sword and grabbed my own. There now, that was better. Feeling much more confident with my familiar weapon at my side, I dashed outside and down the street, yelling at the top of my lungs for Will, only alternating to my battle cry when I docked a blow or swung out myself.

"WIIIIIILL! WIII-PHIIL! WIIIIL! PHIIIIIIIIL!!!"

I ran down random streets, not bothering to check where I was. Suddenly, I saw a familiar brown head. Will! I smile lit up my face and I started towards him when I heard a boom. The canon ball whizzed past me and crashed into the building next to me with a massive explosion. I was thrown clear across the road and smashed into a wall. I slid slowly to the ground like a broken rag doll and knew no more.

Ooh! Cliffy! Will Sam survive? Will she ever run out of hyperness? Will-

Will: Did someone call me?

Me: *blank look* Noo...

Will: ...Oh...O.o *is totally confused* Ok then. *goes back to story land*

Me: *blank look*