Omg I'm sorry I took so freakin' long -apologizes three thousand times and hands out donuts-

Jack was enjoying the little black cat following him. He thought the cat wouldn't even listen. He was wrong.

Grr...you humans walk so fast! Hey, slow down! You understood me before, buck teeth! You should understand me no-AHHH!

Jack swooped up the cat onto his shoulder.

"How does that feel, matey?"

High. Very. Augh, I'm gonna lose my footing...Ah! WHOA! Eeek!

"Not the best at balancing, are you?"

What, me? Dude, I is da masta, yo!

Juno regained his balance and stood on Jack's shoulder.

"Ya wouldn't mind if I called ye Nero, now would you?"

No, not really. But I do have a name. Juno, if you please.

"Nah, Nero don't fit ya. I know, Juno! Ah, I loved that name."

I love this guy.

Jack gave Juno a huge pat on the side which nearly winded him.

COUGH COUGH Gentler next time, idiot.

People found it weird for a man to be walking around with a cat on his should, but Jack didn't care. Though long and curious stares were fired at him, he strolled along, patting and winding Juno. Finally Juno couldn't stand it anymore and jumped off Jack.

Phew! Thought I'd run outta breathe there.

"Hey! What? Oh, you ain't mad at me for pattin' ya, now, are you?" Jack cried.

Could you guess?

"Aww, I'm sorry mate. Thought ya looked cool up there, honest, I did. You can walk next ta me from now on, eh? And I'll walk nice an' slow fer ya, how about that?" Jack said smoothly.

Many people stopped to stare at the crazy man talking to a black cat.

I suppose. All right.

Juno padded past Jack and Jack hurried to catch up with the cat. At the docks, Jack hopped onto a ship.

"Juno? Yo, my kit kat? Where'd ya go?"

Juno sat silently behind Jack.

"Hmm. Lil' brute, he is. Hidin' an' all."

Juno blinked.

"Oh well. Was a nice cat." Jack took a step back. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOA!"

Jack scrambled to his feet, searched for the item that tripped him. Juno blinked.

"Eh, that was NOT funny. Stop smiling. I see it in ya weirdo eyes a yours."

Oh come on, Jacky. Ya gotta gimme somethin' for that 'un.

But Jack marched off in a huff. He soon came marching back. "Stupid ripped sail. Gotta get a new one, Juno, me boy."

Jack lept off the ship and back into town.

Hey! Are you gonna leave me here? I guess so. Ripped sail, indeed! It's just a bloomin' shadow. Oh, right, our eyesight is better than there's. Tee hee.

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Sorry chappy was so short. Chappy 4 will be much longer, I promise!