School is ever so grand, eh?

I can't stand half of my teachers, and I've had many homework assignments, even though it was only 2 ½ days of school. And, I have 3 quizzes next week. Like I said: Grand.

Besides that, everything has been wonderful... Did you know that in older times the word 'wonderful' actually was a synonym for horrible? I wonder how it eventually became to mean magnificent...

Disclaimer: The people at Disney caught me trying to steal POTC, and they took my pig. It's going to be featured in the next film, as well as an insane overly obsessed person named Tiffany.... Oh wait.... That's me... I'm suing.... (POTC is still not mine....)

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Chapter 8: Little, Little Red Dress

Blair had become noticeably warmer towards Jack on the ride over to the docks. He seemed to have noticed too, because he smiled a lot more and took more time to hold her safe under his arm. Although Blair figured that could be because he doesn't want to save her from the man-eating sharks again...

Blair looked again at the town of Tortuga, hoping that she wouldn't be too nauseated by all of the whores and drunken men... She found herself taken-aback from the fact that everything seemed pretty normal. Everyone appeared content and sober. 'Maybe when it's light out they are like this...' She glanced at the attire of the women. 'Yet they still dress in things you could barely call clothing...'

It seems as if everyone is getting ready for something. People were beginning to disappear into taverns and children were rushed out of the town. 'Probably getting ready for dusk, since it is just minutes away.' she realized.

Jack squeezes her shoulder tighter and she realized the distance had been closed between the boat and the dock. Jack helped her onto the dock, and Blair winced as the bandage moved that were nearing the drying stage on her left leg.

"Gibbs," Jack said to the bearded man still boarded upon the small sanction of wood keeping him from being eaten by sharks. "Stay here and keep watch for us. We might need to make a quick escape."

Gibbs nodded, and before Blair could think of reasons for the hurrying, Jack pulled her hastily towards the town, looking around with each step her took. "OW!!" She yelled as Jack quickened pace, and she held her left leg in pain.

He peers apologetically down at her. "Sorry, forgot." He said in a grimace. He seemed to be worried about something. He checked behind his back and walked only a bit slower.

He was concentrating so hard on looking out forAna Maria, that he forgot about the beautiful young woman who was clinging to his arm for support. Ana wasn't exactly the sanest lass you could come across. About four months ago was when it all began....

Jack and Ana Maria were fighting alongside one another, when a man clubbed her on her head with a plank of wood from a pulley. (A/N I had watched Cyrano when I wrote this part... Some things stuck from the play...) She got Amnesia after that, and had immediately fallen in love with Jack in a stalker-like fashion without knowing any better.

For a month, he tried to pretend that everything was normal, but after finding her breathing heavily above him while he was trying to sleep, he had to take certain precautions.

He had attempted keeping her busy with work that even a self-respecting pirate wouldn't do. It worked for a while, until she got good at it... Then she became quick at it, giving her more time to stalk Jack. Even after giving her all the crew's work, she still had time to be his living shadow. By then he had no way of keeping her contained. He had contemplated locking her in the keep, but he was more of a gentleman than that... So, naturally he had to drop her off in Tortuga after knocking her out, hoping she could take care of her self.

Jack continued to frown and concentrate on his daydream. Blair nudged him and contained a giggle as he jumped, leaving his reverie behind.

"Hmm?... Oh.... Ahem, well.... Uh..." He stammers quickly and looked frantically left and right. "I... OKAY!!" He finally yelled, holding out his arm to a beaten door. A few concerned looks came from the midday crowd as he led her into the shop.

She gave him a puzzled look and he replied with "Said I'd get ye some clothes, now didn't I?"

Blair looked around. 'OH!!' She thought. 'A... clothing shop??'

The clothes in here were all, well, whore-ish. The neck was way too low on all of the outfits. Most were too Spartan for even whores in her own century to wear!

"Uh, Jack?" She asked pleadingly.

"Well... While we're here, ye need to fit in... We'll get you some comfort clothes as well, but one o' these will have to do 'til then..." Jack replied. He apparently thought she was going to slap him, because he closed his eyes and put his hands up protectively. Blair just laughed at this exhibition of actual fear.

Jack opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly. He pulled you over to a rack of the less revealing clothing.

Blair shuffled through them, finally settling on a red garment that covered pretty much everything except for half of her right leg. She grabbed it and found the room to change in. She walked in, only to be followed by Jack. She pushed him out and grinned. "Bloody pirate." She didn't even think it was an insult that time.

Blair tried it on, and she thanked the heavens that it didn't require a corset. The neckline was too low for her taste, but it got the job done.

Blair came out sporting the skimpy dress and Jack grinned. "You look perfect, luv." He said, his eyes lingering for much too long on parts she wished were covered.

"Christ... When do I get to wear a bit more appropriate clothing?" You ask.

"In time. Let's be headin' out... I have to get me shipment of supplies." He replies with a sparkle in his eye.

He paid for her dress and Blair threw her filthy clothing into a crate outside the store. Blair received quite a few catcalls from men who have started the drinking process, but Jack put them in their place. He led her past a large group of men and into a pub called the 'Red Boot'. Jack deterred her away from the tables and towards the bar.

"Jack!! Me favorite customeh'!!" An elderly man with a highly strong accent from the bar declares. "I have ye ordeh' righ' this way!!" He said.

He opened a door just outside the bar and indicated the shipment that had come in. "Thar we go..." He looked beside Jack for the first time and noticed Blair, making her fist appearance as a whore, and added, "Hey, thought ye were quittin'?" He looked her up and down. "I can see why ye came off yer fast, though... She's quite the numbeh'. How much ye askin' fer, luv?" He asked her, reaching in his pocket.

Blair was about to attack him with curse words and nails, but Jack interrupted. "This be mine, Sean. I ain't sharin'."

Blair just stared open-mouthed at Jack. She had no idea how to translate this, but the proclaimed 'Sean' walked away muttering something about someone being selfish.

"Sorry 'bout that luv. Not his fault. Now let's see. Crate number 514..." He poked through all the crates. "Right here! I'll just get someone to pull it to the docks fer me, and we'll be off." Jack says.

He walked around the bar asking random men if they would like to handle his crate. Some of them wandered off, muttering about him being a sick, sick man, while others proceeded to just wave him away. Jack finally found a strongly built man who'll get the job done. Jack swaggered back to Blair, seemingly pleased with himself while the big man picked up the crate and started towards the water. He smiled and asks "One drink, luv?"

She grinned, but said "No... You may, but I've decided no more alcohol for me."

He looked stunned. "Ye don' want RUM?!?" He asked her, astounded that she wouldn't want the all-glorious rum.

"No. I've had my fair share this millennium."

He continued to look at her dumbfounded, but agreed.

While he ordered rum, she looked around the bar. It was almost empty. Then again, most everyone was outside drinking in the early moonlight. Jack wandered over to her and took a large swig of rum.

10 minutes later, after jest and Jack telling off men that approached Blair, they mutually decided it was best if they returned to the ship.

Just when they had walked out of the bar, a young woman, easily recognized by both Jack and Blair, approached grinning.

"Ana Maria..." Jack said, apparently stunned.

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I'll just be leaving you there.

This was one of the more fun chapters I've written, and by the way, I've figured out which chapters I lost, and it's totally not a lot.

Anyhoo, everyone, and I mean everyone who has read up to this point is COMMANDED by me to REVIEW!!

Moulin-Rouge-Pirate – Oh, god, we lost too. The score was embarrassing. 0 to 72. Our team lost all of the good players in the last few years, and now we suck. And also, one of ours broke his ribs, and by some chance of fate, that ONE game we didn't have a paramedic handy. They showed up after a ½ hour.

MiSSZ-SPARR0W – Thanks a lot.

ProudMuggleGirl – The book is spiffy. I don't do the reviewer question thing on this one, because it's a re-do.

Terradaina – Wanta know something weird? The new assistant principal at my school used to work at my older sister's school that's miles away. Freaky.