FROM NOW ON, THE THOUGHT SQUIGGLES ARE GOING TO BE REPLACED BY DOUBLE BRACKETS. SOMETHING SCREWED UP, SO THAT'S HOW IT'S GONNA BE. YES, I KNOW I'M TYPING IN UPPERCASE. IT'S IMPORTANT!

I'm gonna start off with the usually apology for taking so long, yadda yadda yadda.

Okay, and for the last chapter: it got a TEENSY BIT Mary-Sue-ish, with the dagger and the thing, yeah. But seriously, I can do that. I learned to use a dagger in my European Swordsmanship classes, and my friend Sean can vouch for me. And, we're getting off topic!

There, now that THAT'S over, on with the next chapter of My Misadventure in the Caribbean!

Partouf: Finally! (rolls eyes)

MtBR: Hey, you! Keep quiet. You were hardly any help through this. I had to turn to Dino to look for inspiration!

Partouf: But I'm cute and fluffy, and you love me! That's why I'M your muse and not him.

MtBR: You can be replaced, you know.

Partouf: You're a great author, did you know that?

Fiora: (hiss) Suck up.

MtBR: You guys are SUCH great friends, you know that? (rolls eyes)

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Recap on last chapter:

'Welcome aboard, luv!' he said, and I whooped happily.

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It was like being on sugar, caramel, and chocolate at the same time.

A natural or not so natural high.

((I CANNOT BELIEVE I'M GOING WITH JACK SPARROW ON HIS SHIP!)) I thought, squealing with happiness as everyone filed out of the drawing room place thingy and into the main entrance, and Jack said to us 'Well, methinks th' Commodore would've heard that I'm back in Port Royal by now, so I'd best be off and goin' in t' hidin'. Miss Jillian, I 'spect t' see ye down on th' docks by sunset tomorrow. Oar avoir, as the French say.' He tipped his hat, and walked out the door, me calling after him 'It's 'au revoir', Cap'n! Say it right, or not at all!'

Jack just kept on walking, and as soon as Elizabeth shut the door, I squealed with joy 'ICAN'TBELIEVEI'MGOINGONTHEBLACKPEARLWITHCAPTAINJACKSPARROWOHMYGOD/DESSIAMSO HAPPY!' This got me two awkward glances from Liz and Will, and when I had stopped hyperventilating, Elizabeth clutched my arm and said calmly 'Come, we must find you something to wear on your feet!'

I chattered on about how cute I thought Jack was and how cool it was to be going on an adventure with him, and the like. Surprisingly, Elizabeth actually put up with all of my nattering, and when she finally got some shoes for me, I shut up and listened to her say 'Now, Miss Jillian. . . William and I were planning on attending an occasion at the fort. I would be honoured if you would accompany us.'

I grinned, and hopped up gently on the painfully stiff shoes I wore, saying 'Oh, I'd be delighted! May I bring along my notebook?' Liz just gave me that odd look of hers, but then said 'Yes, I suppose you may.'
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Partouf: Well, that was a quick and dirty change of events!

Fiora: Shut up, you're interrupting the story!

Partouf: Whoopsies.

MtBR: SILENCE! (Crickets chirping)
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After Liz had persuaded me to only bring ONE notebook curse it, we walked down to Main Entrance once again to find that Will had disappeared somewhere. 'He's probably gone to fetch his suit for the occasion.' Liz said VERY formal-like, and I raised an eyebrow at her, which she chose to ignore as she almost dragged me into the den, which was adjoined to the entrance. For those of you who can't picture it, visualize the scene in PotC where Will is standing at the entrance. The room that the butler comes out of is the room I'm talking about.

Anyways . . . .

I sat down in one of the odd wooden and velvet chairs, and immediately felt my back stiffen, thinking ((Spirit, hasn't anyone made any comfortable furniture?)) Silence reigned until Elizabeth asked 'Miss Jillian, what is it that is so important in that book of yours?' I gazed down at my small notebook, and then replied promptly 'Oh, it has all of my elvish translations in it. I use it to write my stories.' This caused Liz to pause, and then ask 'What is. . . .Elvish?' I was about to answer when I heard the door open and close, and I heard William call 'Elizabeth?'

Liz got up, and walked over to meet and greet Will, leading him into the den whilst asking him 'Will, do you know what 'elvish' is? Miss Jillian has a book of it.' I decided to have a little fun while I was here, and then asked Will 'Yes, don't you remember any of it?' Will just gave me a puzzled look until I sighed, got up out of the annoyingly stiff furniture, and opened the book, shoving it in his face. He slowly grasped the book, reading a few of the words and their translations into English, and then whispered 'What is all this?'

I giggled, and then said while turning the page for him 'You should know. Your alter ego is an elf.' At this, it looked like something clicked in his head, and Will pointed at something on the page, reading in perfect pronunciation 'pilindi = arrows, vedui = greetings, mae govannen = well met . . . I think I understand some of this!' I nodded to Will, and then glanced at Elizabeth when she looked at the two of us wide-eyed, saying in awe 'You're BOTH mad!'

I took back my book, sighing 'I know, I know. Don't blame me, blame my care-givers. Now, you said something about a party!' At that word, William looked down at his suit which I had neglected to notice at first, but it looked quite nice on him. Think: suit at Jack's hanging, and then hooked his arm in Elizabeth's, smiling as he commented 'Speaking of which, the carriage arrived just as I came in. Shall we go?'

I linked my arm in Will's free one, startling him, and then exclaiming 'We shall!' as I pulled them to the door and out to the carriage.

This was gonna be one interesting night!

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'Life was simple. All the men were named John, all the women were named
Mary, and everything was a sin except for hard work. This work consisted
of making the most uncomfortable furniture imaginable, honoured to this
day by American airport waiting rooms.' -- Excerpt from 'Say, Uncle!' By
E. Nicol

I just checked the stats, and I only got 2 reviews for my last chapter!

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Please, the only thing that keeps my writing this stuff is the reviews from you guys! It's the stuff I live off of!

Partouf: she also turns it into paper, which she uses to write her homework on.

MtBR: That's RIGHT!

Partouf: she beats me with sticks.

MtBR: I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT!

Partouf: I know, but it's fun to say.

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