"Rock the Boat" What happens when my twisted imagination is released... Cross between POTC and the short-lived show Dead Last. The Problem are in Jamacia for a gig, and they run into the ghost of Capt'n Jack Sparrow who won't leave them alone until they help him find the Pearl.

Disclaimers: No, I don't own any of these characters, though I love all of them. Note: I haven't seen Dead Last in two or three years, so if I get something mixed up, please tell me! For instance, Dennis Budny IS The Problem's manager, correct?

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Vaughn Parrish stared at Dennis Budny suspiciously. The skinny manager shrugged flashing his band a cheesy smile.
"Come on, guys!" Dennis grinned,"I got you a gig in JAMAICA! Tell me you're not stoked."
"Dennis, do us all a favor and never use that word agian," Jane Cahill raised her eyebrows.
"The fact that you want us to go to a place like Jamacia is weird," Vaughn pointed out,"Especially considering where we usually preform..."
"Guys, guys, guys! This place, Port Royale, is great. It's one of the most important historical centers in the islands! All sorts of weird stories, about pirates and English noblity and-"
"W-ait!" Scotty Sallback, the previosly unspoken drummer, held up a hand,"Historical. Meaning, there's probably a healthy supply of ghost stories? Which means there's a healthy supply of ghosts?"
"Well, yeah, but ghosts aren't real. Besides, why is that a problem? This is your big chance!" Dennis protested. The three member of the band, The Problem, looked at eachother with a sigh.
"Fine," they all said simountaniously.

A week later, the Problem, Dennis in tow, landed in a small airfeild near Port Royale. Vaughn glowered at the jungle around him. A city-kid from birth, that many trees in one place just didn't seem right to him. Why they had to go to a backwards little town like this totally escaped him.
"Remind me agian why we took this gig?" Vaughn asked irritably,"No one said ANYTHING about jungle. I'm not a big nature fan."
"Suck it up, Rambo," Jane said as she came out of the plane, unbuttoning her light blue overshirt,"Damn it's hot." Then agian, it's not every day you get to see Jane in that bikini... he thought, apprasing the bassist's blue bikini halter. Shaking himself out of those thoughts, he, Jane and Scotty followed Dennis towards a dark green jeep. Once inside, they rumbled off down a dirt path in the jungle.

Once into town, they found a good-sized tourist trap, full of historic hotels and the like. Their hotel had once been the home of the Governor of Port Royale in the 1700's, or so they had been told. Vaughn wasn't quite sure what people dressed like back then, but the fact that he kept seeing a men and women in period costumes, and that he was sure Dennis had walked through one man at some point, had him believing the guides. Once they had gotten their rooms, he called a pow-wow in Jane's.
"Did you see that guy in the hallway?" he asked them,"Black coat and hat, red headscarf, dreads, nasty looking sword?"
"Yeah," Jane nodded,"He's in a portrait in the study downstairs. But in the back, as if he wasn't supposed to be there."
"As I wasn't, love," they turned to see the man they had been talking about walk through the door, flashing a charming smile,"Didn't think anyone else knew I was around. I was always told I was the most egotistical man to ever sail the Caribbean. It's rather depressing to learn no one remembers Ol' Jack..." The group sighed.
"Great," Vaughn muttered,"And I was hoping for a ghost-free vacation."

Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated, but please be nice... Good idea? should I continue? It's up to you... Anyways, I'm outta here. ~Neffy