Onto the next chappie! R&R please! Oh yea...Beth wrote most of this so...RUM TO HER! Beth: Yay::chugs rum: Meg::blink blink: Anywhosit (I stole it)...READ ON, TALLY HO!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, neither Elizabeth, nor I, own the rights to Pirates of the Caribbean so we have no right to claim other characters as our own (except Beth and Meg, of course...Through we did come up with the names for CD and Greg (also known as Grapple) ...late night in Houston...:LOL:). The Pirate King and Pirate Prince will forever belong to Buena Vista Home Entertainment.

Around the middle of the day, Beth and Jack neared the island that they had been swimming towards.

"It's Mur-her Mur-her Island!" Beth exclaimed as she followed Jack onto the spit of land.

"What!" Jack asked rather exasperated and tired. He turned around and looked at the Pearl sailing into the distance.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Then he took off his vest (with some difficulty) and boots. Jack continued to walk on the shore of Mur-her Mur-her Island and Beth trudged after him.

"We've got to get off of this island and save Will! She said rather annoyed with her situation.

"Off you go, then! Let me know how that turns out!" said Jack as he turned to face her. "You might as well get comfortable, love, because the chances of our getting off of this spit of land are…" He rubbed his head trying to think of some sort of statistics. "very unlikely."

"But, but…"

"No 'buts', love. I know you love Will, but—,"

"No 'buts'!" Beth interrupted and a small smile crept onto her face, but then disappeared. "Wait! How did you know I loved Will!"

"Ummm…" then he turned again and continued walking.

"You can run, but you can't hide, Sparrow! I'll find out one of these days, we have plenty of them!" Beth yelled as she ran after him. Jack stopped abruptly and knocked on a tree.

"What in Sweet Holy Jeminy Christmas' name are you doing?"

"I think a better question is, 'What the…' whatever you said '…are you saying!'" Beth scowled. She didn't like it when people, especially Jack, didn't appreciate her awesome vocabulary.

"Sweet Holy Jeminy Christmas is a saying, Jack. It is often used as an exclamation, or even sometimes as a curse word combo."

"Thank you, Dictionary Beth! I think a great time for the curse word combo use would be right now." Jack replied, obviously not very happy about the fact that Beth was almost as clever as he was.

The two of them stopped walking and talking when Jack started jumping on the sand, which later proved to be a trap door. Beth, bored and hyper asked, "How did you escape last time?"

"Last time, I was here for a grand total of three days, alright? Jack began as he bent down to lift the door. "Last time, the rumrunners used this island as a cache." Jack went down into the little cellar thingy. "They came by, and I was able to barter passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business." He still didn't come out yet, but just held up a bottle of rum. "Probably have your bloody cousin Norrington to thank for that." He finally did come out with TWO rum bottles, one in each hand. Beth stared at him in shock and said,

"So that's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach soaking yourself with rum!" He blinked and said with a grin,

"Welcome to the Caribbean, love." Then he shoved one of the bottles into Beth's hand and walked off. He was about five feet away when he turned around a shouted back to her,

"Please, don't do anything 'drastic' or stupid when you get drunk!" Beth scowled and yelled back, "You better not either!"

Unfortunately, (for both of them) both Jack and Beth got immensely drunk that night to the point that they were dancing and skipping around the fire they had built singing,

"We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho (ouch!), a pirates life for me!"

"I love this song!" exclaimed Jack as he swung Beth around on his arm and she started giggling franticly.

"Whoa…" Jack fell down and dragged Beth with him (still giggling

franticly). They were sitting right next to each other when Jack said,

"When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna' teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"

Beth joined in this dreamy fun and said giddily, "And you'll be the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main!"

"Not just the Spanish Main, love," Jack corrected. "The entire ocean, the entire world!" He cuddled up close to her and Beth flinched as he put his arm around her.

"Meg will not approve of this!" she said trying to withdraw Jack's attention away from her. Jack only looked up at the sky, dazed, and Beth felt relieved, until Jack pulled her in so suddenly that she was scrunched up next to him with her head smacked down on his shoulder.

"What was that, love?" he said smoothly.

"Nothing!" Beth quickly replied She was thinking of something to do, the situation was now 'drastic'! So Beth lifted her rum bottle and said fancily,

"To freedom." She did this because she knew that after this point in the story Jack would pass out.

"To the Black Pearl." He replied and they both drank heartily. Beth stopped after a few seconds, but Jack just…kept on drinking!

Gulp…gulp…gulp…gulp…gulp…THUNK!

Jack was out as fast as you could say, "Tinsoof no a notuf!" (Foosnit on a futon backwards, another one of Beth's vocabulary sayings.) Beth was relieved, for the time being. But she wondered if tomorrow night would be as drastic. Soon, her thoughts were eased for she fell over sideways and passed out.

:Dances around and sings in a high pitched voice: Tinsoof no a notuf! Tinsoof no a notuf! Tinsoof no a notuf! Tinsoof no a notuf! Tinsoof no a notuf! Beth::smacks Meg: Meg: X-P