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Trouble In the Galley

A/N: I really appreciated all your wonderful reviews so keep them coming.

The sun rose slowly over The Pearl. Shining through the Jolly Roger, flickering like flames in a fireplace. Jack lay on his bed still sound asleep. His face was squished into his pillow in such a way it was a wonder why he didn't suffocate himself. He rolled over on his side and mumbled something in his sleep. You couldn't really make out what he said but it was something like. Give me back my hammer Or My, what a loud clamor.

He awoke with a start when he heard voices coming from down the hall. He couldn't believe how late he slept in and knew he would be late for his duties since he had first shift.

He had settled down quite a lot since his father had talked to him those three years ago and yet that conversation was still fresh in his mind as though it had just happened yesterday.

He stepped out of bed and on to the cold wood floor. He got dressed a hurried to the Galley. There he saw the rest of the crew as he stumbled through the doorway.

"Oh, Did little Jacky Wacky sleep into late again?" Coxed Robert, one of the crewmembers, as Jack grabbed some food and started shoving it into his mouth.

"I would be worried about your own duties and about your own amount of sleep sir not mine. Savvy? In other words mate, shut your hole and leave me alone." Jack snapped at him.

"Or what? Is your daddy going to come save you from the big bad crewmembers?"

That was it; Jack couldn't take it any more. He stood up on his chair and literally dived over the table on top of Robert. His hands found his neck and began to squeeze. They rolled about the floor knocking over chairs and tables. Food went flying across the room. The crew was going wild yelling, cheering and chanting "Fight, Fight, Fight," over and over again while jumping out of the two's way.

Punches were passed from both people, first Jack to Robert's eye, then Robert to Jack's nose. Blood stained both of their shirts and sweat stained their foreheads. This went for a good five minutes back and forth, back and forth.

On deck Calico heard all the commotion and hurried down stairs with Barbossa hot on his heels. Barbossa had become Calico's first mate after the horrible hurricane came and washed poor Gibbs away the day after Jack's eighth Birthday.

When Calico And Barbossa arrived at the galley they could not believe their eyes. Food was everywhere things were knocked over and in the middle of it all was Jack and Robert rolling on the floor.

"Well…" Calico said. "You're the first mate Barbossa, you break them up!"

"Ya but… fine." Barbossa cautiously entered the room squeezing past crewmembers and leaping over chairs. Finely he reached the center of the problem.

"Alright you scabrous dog's enough… " Before He could finish his sentence a plate of food went flying and hit him right in the face thrown by Jack of course, though he truly wasn't aiming for him.

This made Barbossa so angry he couldn't contain himself, he leapt at the ten-year-old boy eye's flaming with anger.

"Come here you little brat!" He hollered.

Now Jack was in for it. He was trying to fend off two grown men, both extremely mad.

Robert meanwhile had pulled his sword. He was tired of Jack and how Calico practically let him get away with everything. Jack had never even been in any battles. Calico didn't want him to get hurt. Robert decided he was going to end it all right now.

He pulled himself off the floor and went straight to where Jack stood, trapped in a corner by Barbossa.

Jack never even saw him coming. The sword went deep into his stomach fast as lightning, he looked up slowly and made eye contact with Robert, then more pain suddenly surged through his body as the sword was pulled out slowly, as if the sword was never ending. The pain was over whelming it soon over took him and he fell to the ground.

A shot rang out through the air and all noise disappeared instantly. Barbossa stood over Jack's limp body astonished, though soon a smile spread across his face. Calico pushed through the crowd and went to Jack's side. He picked up his hand and placed two fingers on his wrist.

"He's not dead. Just fainted," he announced.

The smile disappeared off of Barbossa's face instantly.

"Oh… that's great." He said with dry sarcasm in his voice.

Calico picked Jack up off the ground and carried him to the captain's quarters.

That night Robert was thrown off the ship and Calico lashed Barbossa three times.

"Not even the first mate can get away with abusing a crew member" Calico scolded him.

That night Barbossa went to his quarters. He was so angry he began throwing things at the wall and breaking things.

That little brat did it again. He escaped and got me in trouble. I'm going to kill him. I will be the one Calico leaves The Black Pearl too and if not, I will just kill everyone in my way, including Jack. Either way, Jack's dead and I will never sleep well until he is.

Barbossa smiled to himself. I'll get you Jack Sparrow, you're mine!

A/N: Poor Jack, He got stabbed. Well review and I hope you enjoyed.