Jack sighed. No adventurous fun in a week. His glance wandered out the window and rested on the Mountain. Mountain? When did that get there...?

"Gibbs, when did that mountain get there?" Jack said, slurring his words into a sentence and gesturing to the large mountain in the distance.

"Jack, it was there the whole time. You're either to drunk to notice or the fog was covering it up!" Gibbs giggled and let his head drop on to the table.

Oh, Jack thought. His eyes went back to the mountain. He wondered what was up there, how long it would take to go up, how long it would take to go around, how long it would take to burn the island for fun, how long it would take to raid this whole island... his thoughts were interrupted by some movement outside in the street. Jack thought this was quite odd, since it was already very late, possibly very early, and the fog was so thick you could eat it.

He squinted to see what was there.

It was a white figure, wandering aimlessly in the thick fog. Very white skin. White dress. White hair. Ghostly appearance... Ghostly? Was he seeing ghosts? Very drunk? Going crazy? Jack opted for the first.

Without a second thought, He slammed down his drink and stumbled blindly into the foggy night.

Moisture and freezing night air awoke him almost immediately as it hit his face. His eyes searched the distance for this mysterious thing. He saw it, and walked slowly towards it...The figure spotted him, looked rather frightened, and ran off into the safety of the thick fog. Jack, rather confused, curious and a bit drunk took no further action in looking for the ghost, and obediently burst into the doors of the bar.

"Everyone! Did you see what I just saw?"

"A crazy man running through the door? Yes."

Everyone laughed.

"No no, this woman, in all white was walking round outside" Jack said making all sorts of hand gestures. The whole bar cracked up laughing.

"Jack" Gibbs said lovingly, placing a hand on his shoulder and forcing him down into a seat.

"Have you not heard the story of the ghost of Headless Mountain? She haunts this island."

"She? You mean tha crazy lass outside was really a ghost?"

"Aye, that be true. Many of people have seen her wandering the streets at night, only in thick fog, laying bloody flowers on people doorsteps and running into the night fog if someone sees her.

Jack looked sceptical.

"Well, you saw her yerself didn't ye?"

"I guess so. But, ghosts?"

"Aye, ghosts. Locals say about six years back, a young girl, about 16 or 17 was found on tha beach down there" he gestures to the direction of the beach. "They brought her into town and put her in the graveyard, ready to be buried... the next day, on her burial, she was gone"

This story was sounding very fake to Jack, but he decided never to doubt ghost stories.

"They believe the town's witchdoctor took her body, and operated on her to take her things inside, so since she didn't get a proper burial, she will haunt the island, forever..."

The whole tavern burst into applause. Apparently they were listening too.

"So now, she leaves bloody white roses on th doorstep of the children going to die if they don't give her an offering."

"An offering of..."

"Lets see, gold, food, priceless things, trees, dead turtles...anything" Joshamee stated. "Jack?"

But, he wasn't listening of course because his mind was plotting a little visit to this mountain.


"No" said a muffled voice from the cupboard. "I am never ever coming out and absolutely never that hideous and tasteless dress"

"Darling, it's only for one night and I promise you can burn it afterwards"

"Burn it...Really?"

"No"

The voice grumbled. "Fine"

"Girls, help her with her dress" Her mother said with a snap of her fingers.

A couple of 'yes ma'ams' were said and the girl stepped out of the cupboard.

'Absolutely hideous...' She mumbled looking over the dress. "Don't you agree?"

"Yes ma'am," They all chimed.

I knew it, she thought. The maids brought out the huge dress and began to dress her.

Ten minutes later, they had gotten on the corset and started to tighten slowly. The girl yelped and backed away from the maids.

"Miss, we need to put your dress on, I promise it won't be as bad after we're done"

"Have you ever worn a corset?"

"No, but -"

"Then you have no right to say that" She said with a cheeky smile. She went back to the maids and the continued tightening. The girl suddenly found it harder and harder to breathe, and all her insides and ribs were getting crushed.

"My goodness, can this get any tighter!"

"Maybe if you sucked in your stomach a bi-" the maid stopped herself, but she had already said too much.

The girl knew she was fatter than other girls of her age, but she didn't care too much about what others thought.

'Whore' she thought in her mind. "I am sucking in my stomach" She said icily. Another few minutes later...

"We're done with the corset Miss" said the other maid triumphantly.

The girl sighed and prepared herself for another 20 minutes of torture.


"Jack you're mad, nobody goes up the mountain, not just because it's haunted n all, because its steep, and dangerous" Gibbs said in a worried tone. "Everyone who tries to go up dies. Falling rocks, does everyone. And headless men litter the place you know. The ghost throws down the corpses of men who disturb her rest. It's not called headless Mountain for nothin'."

"Ah Gibbs, glad you still care, but isn't there another way round the mountain?"

"Well, yes, but the thickest forest you'll ever set yer eyes on"

"Now I can do thick forests, but not deadly falling rocks and head hunting ghosts.

So you and me are going on a little trip...savvy?"


The slightly fat girl stomped down the hallway, making a loud thumping on the wooden floor. The dress was the most annoying, uncomfortable and tackiest thing she had ever worn. Fuming, she gathered her dress and petticoats and kicked open the door.

"This is what your wife is making me wear to that stupid party" She said angrily taking a seat next to a man she had never seen. "Sorry, just in a bad mood" She whispered to him.

Her father took no notice of her and continued with paperwork.

"Emily, meet your new husband, John Attenborough." He said nonchalantly, busying himself with papers.

Husband? What? New?

"Husband?" She spluttered. "I'm only 16! I can't marry! And you can't make me"

"Since you are living under this roof, you will do as I say Emily"

"Then I don't want to live under YOUR roof and live under YOUR rules!" she shouted at him. Her father didn't flinch the slightest and was still scribbling away. "Why won't you look at me."

He slowly lifted his head, and looked her straight in the eye.

"Because you are a disgrace to this family's name."


A/n: Hmm. Interesting. I was sure I owned Pirates of the Caribbean. I guess not.