(A/N: Thanks to all of the reviewers who, for some reason, found joy in the antics of a drunken two-year-old. ^_^ Lovely world we live in, isn't it? Anyways thanks again! I may not be able to update this as often as I would like since I'm back in school, so sorry! I'll try my hardest though. Plus, please bare with me if the story isn't entirely historically accurate. I don't know when some things were invented, so I'm just saying that they were in time for the story. Okay? Oh and to Purple Leprechaun, sorry about the grammar mistakes, that's just how I write. Hope you won't mind them because that's how I'm going to keep writing. Thanks for the tips though! ^_^ Thanks again to all of the reviewers!)

Disclaimer: Alright, I think we all know this by now. Sadly, I don't own anyone besides Isabelle.

Jack firmly pressed his ear against the door as quietly as he could. He was trying to figure out whether Isabelle was still sleeping. After she had basically passed out from 'accidentally' drinking some rum, he had put her in her crib and let her sleep.

Meanwhile, he had been trying to think of ways to explain everything to Will and Elizabeth. His active and unusually creative imagination was giving out on him and so far, he could come up with nothing short of apologizing and escaping as fast as he could.

"Maybe they won't notice." Jack whispered quietly. "Oh please. They're going to want to wring your neck and I wouldn't blame them." He retorted, all the while wondering where he had developed this penchant for talking to himself.

Suddenly he heard Isabelle begin to stir. "Ack!" She yelled, banging on the wooden bars of her crib. Jack opened the door and saw her standing up, arms outstretched and waiting for him to take her out.

"Ah, so you are awake." Jack nodded. "Feeling better?" He picked her up. She nodded and giggled then stopped and held her head.

"Ow." She moaned and rubbed it gently. Jack gave a bemused smile, knowing all too well what she was experiencing.

"Hangover. I know the feeling." He chuckled. He suddenly stopped and made a disgusted face. "What is that horrible smell?" He coughed, longing for the return of sweet fresh air.

Isabelle just looked at him innocently. Fear and horror struck the heart of Captain Jack Sparrow as he realized what it was. "N-No! Not that!" He cried. Isabelle got down and, after a minute of wobbling around, grabbed a cloth diaper out of a stack that Elizabeth kept in the corner.

"No!" Jack exclaimed as Isabelle forced the diaper into his hand.

"Aipy!" She affirmed his worst fear. Jack cringed.

"This is not going to be pleasant." He groaned. Isabelle grabbed his hand and led him over to her changing table. She held out her arms and Jack reluctantly lifted her up and laid her on the table.

"You know, this was not how I imagined spending me evening. I thought, 'Aye, a trip to Tortuga, a few pints of rum, maybe even a fight or two,' but changing you was not anywhere in me plans." He whined.

Isabelle gave him an unsympathetic look. "Just get it over with Jack. Ten seconds and you'll be done." Jack urged himself. He carefully unpinned the diaper she was wearing and coughed violently.

"This is disgusting!" He complained, trying to avert his eyes and breathe through his mouth. He tried not to gag as he slid the dirty diaper out from under Isabelle and quickly put the new one in it's place. He shrieked in disgust, running to the nearest garbage can and throwing the old diaper in. "Oh well. They've got plenty more." He shrugged after realizing his mistake.

He went back into the Isabelle's bedroom where she was still lying on her changing table. "I don't ever want to do that again." Jack muttered, pinning the new diaper in place. Isabelle just giggled at the whole ordeal.

"Ha ha. Aye, it's funny for you." Jack rolled his eyes and set her down on the floor again. Isabelle held her head again. "Loud!" She cried.

"Oh right. The hangover." Jack sighed and tried to keep his voice at a generally low level, only because he knew the pain of hangovers and it had to be ten times worse on a two-year-old.

He sighed and watched as she tried to cope with the hangover and play with her toys at the same time.

"Now what am I going to tell Will and Elizabeth when they come home to a hung over child?" He wondered aloud.

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I know it's kind of short but I've been kind of busy. Hopefully you enjoyed it though. ^_^ Please review! ^_^