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Chapter Two

"She is a feisty on ain't she mates," said the silhouette.

"J... Jack Sparrow!" I gasped as I couldn't believe my eyes. The dream just got a lot crueler.

"God, these dreams!"I said exasperating.

"Dreams luv?"asked the phantom Jack.

"Aye... Dreams!"I replied getting caught up in the pirate talk.

"Do you mean to tell me that you think this is all a dream, luv?" Jack asked a little confused.

"I do," I nodded nonchalantly.

"I hate to tell yeh, but if you think this is a dream, you're in for a rude awakening."

"Aye. You speak nothing but the truth captain. This be only a dream and when I awake, I shall find myself upon the land in a city where the 'decent' ones dwell," I replied in sarcastic fashion.

"Decent ones? Are you calling us pirates . . . indecent?"Jack asked a little angered.

"Aye. That I am captain." I replied truthfully. This was only a dream after all right? Jack could slice me in two but when I awake I will be fine right . . . right?

"Well at least you know, the first rule of piracy is we pirates are dirty, cunning, and indecent folk. But the thing I really want to know is . . . What are you doing in meh ship?" Jack asked, angered and flustered. I smiled a wry little smile.

"One day as your ship was docked, I decided I wanted to come aboard so I walked up to the mighty Black Pearl. There I found a comfortable little spot and I thought to myself 'That looks a bit comfortable.' So I laid down and soon drifted off to sleep. Don't mind me though. You just continue about your affairs and captain business, I'll just continue to sleep,"I explained as I shut my eyes.

"Why are you on meh ship!" Jack angrily asked again.

"Silly little Jack, I told you! You feel it is your duty to 'borrow' ships without permission, am I right?" I asked.

"Aye," Jack said with a perturbed expression,

"Well, I see it as my upmost duty to sleep on those ships without permission mind yeh," I smirked.

Then Jack leaned closer to me. So close, I could see his individual eye lashes, smell the ocean's scent captivated in his cascading black spiral of hair smell the rum upon his breath. So close were his lips, so tempting . . . I could almost come close enough to lick the lingering taste of his drink from his lips.

Soon the smirk you once proudly wore, now was replaced by a stilled mouth chapping with surprise. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, felt the intensity of my heart beat.

So close was Jack . . .

"I've had too much rum," he said at last, "Even Jack knows when he has had too much to drink, when he starts to imagine ignorant girls."

"Wha . . . Hey this is my dream! Not yours!" I thought to myself as I watched Jack lean back, closing his eyes as a sigh passed through his partly departed lips.

"You know Jacky" he said to himself, "the least you could of done was, dream of a cute girl."

'Why . . . that . . . BASTARD!' I though

"YOU JERK! WHOM THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!" I said as I suddenly pulled back my hand seconds later making contact with Jack's face. (Man he sure gets slapped a lot... but you just can't help but like it! oh well, now back to the story) I knew it would've done any good this was all a dream. There is no real pain in a . . . dream.

"Whoa . . . what's this?" I gasped looking down at my hand. I felt the sting trail to each of my fingers, a pain so small, yet . . . still very much there.

"Pain? ...why . . . why does this hurt? ..." I voiced my thoughts trembling.

"PAIN? YOU THINK THE PAIN IN YOUR HAND HURTS! COMPARED TO THE SEARING PAIN IN ME FACE, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO SNIVEL ABOUT." Jack yelled, as he clasped his right side of the face with his hand.

"I...I ...don't understand . . . "I said ignoring Jack's cries of pain and anger.

"Listen yeh boney lass, when one slaps with a farce such as you just used there will be a stinging sensation. But if you were at all civilized you would take into consideration the well being of the slapped victim. Meaning . . . ME!"

Then with a force just as great as my slap, reality hit me. This . . . was . . . no . . . dream.

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