Gomen, friends! I am so very, very, very sorry that this next chapter took so bloody long to come out! November is a bad month. A bad month. Horrible, nasty, should-have-it's-butt-kicked month. And why, you ask? Midterm, quiz, project, exams, essays, papers, term reports, enrichment reports, etc. etc. etc.! *dies*

I hate this…really I do. Work swamps me so much that I can't do anything and it completely drains any creativity I might have floating around my brain!

However…..

Here's the oddest thing. This story should have been updated. See, I asked Jack to look after it, to make sure that things got up on time and stuff…and yet, it's been nearly a month (that long already!) and it has not been updated. I think he may be up to something.

JACK!

What?

Why is this story not updated in a timely and accurate manner like it's supposed to be?

I couldn't get on the noisy box, you were hogging it!

Sure.

It's true.

Jack….you have 12 hours to rectify this situation. What are you going to do?

Er…..write the next chapter.

Good. I'm going to go study for my Classics midterm tomorrow morning. Write, Jack!

Fine.

Okay. So this is a story.

Where the Hellcat stopped writing, we were almost gonna attack that Spanish ship. So we came up on them in the dark, and then we put up our flag (it's called the Jolly Roger, which is odd. I don't know who invented that) and jumped them!

It was a really good battle. I killed lots of sailors. And my crew got lots of others. I don't think Hellcat managed to get very many, though I had to save her lots of time cause she got almost killed. She's not very good at fighting.

And then I killed the captain and gave Hellcat a dumb necklace cause she was being all snippy and it was the only way to make her shut up.

She still didn't want to sleep with me.

Then we kept sailing, and sold all our stuff in Tortuga. Then we kept sailing, and went over to India. I like India. When we were there, Hellcat got attacked by the East India trading company. Those bastards branded her. I was not happy. I tried to go after them and kill them, but Hellcat said that she didn't mind, cause it made her a real pirate. Well, who wouldn't want to be a real pirate?

Then the brand got all septic, and we had to get a doctor to look at it. Stupid girl.

She still wouldn't sleep with me.

But I won her over by sheer brilliance and expert planning (I swear, Giselle was really part of an elaborate plan – I meant for that to happen that way all along) and so we got AnaMaria to marry us. It was very nice.

Very, very, very nice.

Hellcat did always say she'd sleep with her husband.

And we lived happily (very, very happily) ever after.

The End.

That's it?!

Yep. I did a good job, didn't i?

Jack…that sucked.

Sorry about that, readers, Jack apparently doesn't have two literary brain cells to rub together. Never mind…ignore this chapter. I'll start writing some more chapters starting this weekend…..:P

Hey, I thought it was good! They'll review it more than they review you're chapters, I bet!

Psst. Yeah. Right.