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A number of reviewers pointed out that it is now 2005 not 2004. Ummm . . sorry I'm stuck in a time warp that makes me live six months before the rest of the world? Lol.

Disclaimer: Since Disney hasn't put Pirates of the Caribbean on auction, I still don't own it. Any insults against Captain Jack Sparrow are still untrue.

Now, the second chapter of Insanity is Contagious, SAVvy or savVY?

I stared grumpily at the remainders of my breakfast. Finally Jack had stopped asking questions about everything I didn't know in the twenty first century. I mean, do you know how stereo speakers work? (Never mind, scratch that. Jack already makes me feel stupid enough.) Checking the clock I realized, Jack had reached a record time of silence—five minutes.

That was being unfair though. He had been transported out of his time—or movie, with no warning at all. But still . . . . He made up for it being be every bit as annoying as he is on screen but without the hilarity it was when it wasn't directed toward you. Or that by the end of the questions, I was beginning to suspect Jack was asking so many on purpose just to annoy me. Grrr . . .

At least I had managed to get breakfast. Me without breakfast, well let's just say that the words not a morning person don't even begin to describe it. Being forced to deal with Jack Sparrow and a million questions had just me it worse. And something told that Jack wasn't a morning person either. He better not be. If he acted this way all the time I was going to go as crazy as him. But then, all I had to do to amuse him for a while was give him maple syrup. He'd gone from 'icky. This is disgusting' to drinking half the bottle. And yes I do mean drinking. When pointed out that it's supposed to be eaten on waffles, he replied that's what they do with rum in France and it doesn't taste good, so why should this. Exasperating pirate.

"Mraow?"

My kitten, Psycho, the rascal whom I earlier mentioned had turned up.

"Hey little kitty. What cha doing?" I consider it perfectly normal to talk to my cat, whether in English or by imitating there meows. Dog owners talk to there pets so why can't I talk to an animal that is smarter than a dog?

She cocked her head at and meowed again.

"What do ya want? You got food and water." I asked her and began rubbing her head. Immediately, she stopped her complaints.

"That's it, is it? You just want attention, fur ball, that's all you want." I stopped patting her to eat the last bite of my breakfast. Giving me a glare, she padded over to Jack and looked up at him petulantly.

"I'll give you the attention you deserve, darling. Yeah, you're just a beautiful bundle of fluff." Psycho was obviously swayed by Jack. She jumped into his lap and gave me a smug look, mirrored by that pirate. "You obviously ignore her far too much."

"Tell me that after you've petted her for an hour and your hand's got a cramp." I said grumpily. "Betrayer." I told Psycho. She only purred, delighted with her new conquest.

Suddenly, Psycho pounced. Her claws out, she grabbed Jack's braided beard and pulled.

"Owww! Bloody cat." Jack's lips formed an o of surprise and startlement.

My first instinct was to grab Psycho to make sure Jack didn't hurt her but I realized that Jack was an animal lover. Or at least a cat person. He was holding her to get her teeth and claws out of his braids but carefully.

Free of worry for Psycho, I started laughing. The little kitten had gotten her claws in there good and stuck and she wasn't letting go. I have a priceless opportunity and I almost missed it. Still laughing I walked over to the camera draw and pulled out my digital camera. It wasn't entirely fair to Jack, him never seeing a camera and not knowing what it was, he couldn't do anything to stop it. I just can't resist. Jack will probably kill when he learns but it's just too good to pass up. I took lots of pictures. Yep, Jack's gonna kill me. I grinned evilly.

Psycho was wreaking havoc. Jack had managed to get her claws out of his beard only for her to attack the many beads and trinkets in his hair. He began shaking his head, hoping to detach her. Delighted with this new part of the game, the rascal continued to leap Jack started swearing colorfully, in more languages than I could count.

My mom'll be absolutely delighted with my new vocabulary after this. I haven't heard many swears and she can't protest if it's not profanity

Finally, Jack turned to me with a desperate look and said, "Help! Get her off me!"

Too weak from laughter I could only shake my head.

"Please?"

After minutes, which must have seen like hours to Jack I managed to stop laughing and walk over to him. Psycho, tired with this new game, jumped into my arms. I smirked at Jack.

"What? That cat had its claws in like . . ."

"She's a she, not an it!" I replied, outraged.

"She's a devil with fur, that's what she is!"

"Psycho is a cute, adorable little kitty who you apparently offended severely." I replied, aloofly. I knew perfectly well that Psycho was well named and terrorized all the dogs in the neighborhood. At the moment, however, she was sleepy from her excitement and was looking as calm and docile a cat as you can get.

"At least you warned people when you gave her the name. She an insane cat escaped from some feline mental asylum!"

"You just riled her. You're a guest in her territory and you should be nicer to her." I smirked. My day was suddenly looking up.

"You . . . . She . . . ." Jack was speechless. His mouth moved but nothing was coming out of it.

"Cat got your tongue?"

Jack just glared at me, furious beyond measure.

Smugly, I simply sat there, Psycho peacefully curled in my arms, with a grin suggesting she knew quite the annoyance she had been.

Realizing that as soon as Jack saw the camera he was going to ask what it did, I stood up. With Psycho hiding the camera in my hands I walked up stairs to get dressed, informing Jack in no uncertain terms that he was not coming with me

Upstairs I hid my camera until I had time alone with out Jack that I could load my pictures only the computer. Thank God for digital photos so I don't have to explain them to whoever sees the mail. I only have to explain them to Jack. And that will be a pleasure. The only bad part is that there's no one else to show them to.

Back downstairs I wondered what else I could do. With an evil grin, I realized that I could show Jack Pirates of the Caribbean. Nasty shock that's gonna be.

"You want to see that movie I recognized you from?"

"First, I need to know your name. I make a point of familiarity of avoiding spending time with women I don't know. Makes a bad impression."

"Like you care." I grumbled. But Psycho's antics had put me in a good mood, so with the best Captain Jack Sparrow accent I have, I replied, "I'm Captain Jade of the Twenty First century, savvy?"

"Not bad." Jack said, commenting on the accent. "It needs to be a bit more slurred. Helps if you're drunk. But the Savvy," He shook his head woefully, that was horrible. "Almost as bad as Will's avast. At least he didn't mangle one of the best words in my language."

Right then, warned by the glint in his eyes, I should have kept silent. But miffed, had to retort, "What was wrong with? It didn't sound that bad to me."

I'm warning you now; that is the absolute worst thing I could ever say. It was just what he was hoping for and he didn't waste it.

"To begin with, before we even get to the Savvy, your whole wording needs help. 'Of the Twenty First century' isn't that bad. Once. But you can't use it more than once to the same people like I use the Black Pearl. But it just doesn't cut it twice." He shook his head. "Just doesn't cut it."

"Then what am I supposed to use? I'm not part of a ship." That was another really stupid thing to do. It just encouraged Jack when encouragement was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Then you should be putting of something after it. For that matter you shouldn't be using Captain. It marks the distinction of a man—person that has the ability to command a ship."

"Its' not like—"

"Now that I think of it, the usage of Captain should definitely not be used. It's an offense far more serious than the 'of something' part."

"But—"It was too late. Jack was off in his revenge against me for Psycho. All I could do was sit there and fume.

"Though, of course, it's not nearly as bad as your Savvy. That was simply. . ." Apparently it was too terrible for words. "If you really want to be of something, you can be of the Black Pearl."

"But I'm not of the Black Pearl." I protested, futilely. Jack was off on his revenge and nothing I could say would change what he would say.

"Yes, but I'll allow it. I'm the Captain after all. And if you ever pop up in my bed, I'll make you a crewmember and then you really will be of the Black Pearl." Jack looked at me with a grin on his face.

"About the Savvy. The first—and worst part is that you're accenting it wrong. It's SAVvy. You're saying it savVY."

"I am not!"

"You are too."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

We glared at each other.

"You have to be." Jack finally declared.

"I do not have to be. I am accenting it right. You are hearing me wrong."

"Then say it again."

"Savvy."

"No. You need to say the whole sentence again or it doesn't come out right no matter what you do." Jack said, as though speaking to an idiot.

I glared. "Am I supposed to say it the way you changed it to or the way I originally said it?"

"You're just going to say it. You can't plan the way you say Savvy."

Then why are you trying to get me to say Savvy your way? Isn't that planning? I sighed with annoyance. "Not Savvy. The sentence, you moron."

"Moron? I am most certainly not a moron."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Just tell me which way you want me to say it!"

"Say what?"

"The sentence!"

"You're saying 'the sentence' right. That's the only way I know how to say it." Jack grinned evilly. He knew perfectly what I meant.

I put my face in my hands. "Why me? Why does it have to be me? I haven't been terribly bad. So why are you doing this to me?" I looked up and winced. There was Jack's smirking face right in front of me. "The sentence you wanted me to repeat that in which I apparently mispronounced a favorite word of yours."

"What about the sentence?"

"Am I supposed to say it as I originally did or as you corrected it?"

"Hmm." Jack thought about it. "As I corrected it."

Uh-oh. I'm going to say one little thing wrong and he's going to pounce on it. Just brilliant of me to give him a choice.

"I'm Jade of the Black Pearl, savvy?"

"See? You're accenting it wrong."

"I don't see. I'm accenting it the same way you are."

"No, you aren't. You're accenting the second syllable, not the first."

"What makes you right?"

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"

It was all I could do to keep from screaming.

"So how do I accent it?" I said slowly, trying to hold my temper in.

"You accent the first syllable, like I've been saying."

"Like this? SAVvy."

"You're accenting it right now, but remember I said you can't say it right if you just say it. You need to add just the slightest bit of a question to the end of it."

"SAVvy?"

"Good. It's not perfect but it will do. Now say the whole sentence."

"I'm Jade of the Black Pearl, savvy?"

"You accented the second syllable again. To get used to the correct way, say it a couple times."

Bowing to the inevitable, I conceded, "SAVvy? SAVvy? SAVvy?"

"Now try it in the sentence."

"I'm Jade of the Black Pearl, savvy?"

"Perfect. It took you long enough though." Jack smiled.

I sighed in relief. Hooray! It's over. Now I can watch the movie and maybe catch up on some sleep. "Now that you know my name and I can say everything the way you think is right, would you like to see the movie?"

"Sure." He shrugged, and then grinned. "I can just imagine. The motion pictures version of Elizabeth's books. 'The real way Captain Jack Sparrow sacked Nassau Port without firing a shot.'"

I laughed.

Jack leaned toward me and whispered, "I'll give you the secret. I jumped off the Pearl, swam in the water for five days. Then a sea turtle swam up and offered to sack Nassau. What could I say but yes?"

"Jack, that's just amazing. And how did you escape from under the eyes of seven agents of India Trading Co.?" I said in a sarcastic, sickly sweet voice.

"Oh, I can't reveal that. But to you, luv, I can say that it involved a turtle even bigger than the one who sacked Nassau Port." He winked at me and grinned.

I grinned back. At these times, you wonder why you ever thought he was annoying.

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