A/N #1: Hello dere! I hope you are all doing fine. Just so ya'll know(I'm from the North), this chappie was meant to be quite a bit longer, but Cicada and I have not had much free time, so we decided just to post this as it is. Sorry it's so short, but there will be another chapter up soon! (I hope…) Oh yeah, remember to count the dooms…(I would say count the gloriouses, but there really aren't many…)

Replies to Reviewers (have I ever said I love those who review? I do! I love reviews, I THRIVE on reviews, and I like those who leave those reviews…)

Simoriah: Girl of Summer: Um…I'm not sure if I'm scared or greatly amused…Well, anyways, you can't blow up Zerlina yet, but I promise you Cicada and I aren't going to be very nice to her…Oh yeah! You are smart! You figured out the Governor's speech problem. Sometimes I feel bad for him. But not TOO bad! MUAHAHAHAA! Right. I'll calm down now.

TA Maxwell: Yay! More mace! prances around and ceremoniously puts mace into the Sacred Mace Closet Do you like the closet's new name? I thought it should have a name... stares at Jack voodoo doll Whoa, dude, what's this do? rips doll's head off Jack: head falls off Oops…

Ha! I am not putting a disclaimer up! I mean, Cicada and I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, but I'm still not gonna put up a disclaimer! YAHAHA!

Chapter 5: Breakfast

The next day was sunny and warm, just like every other day on the beautiful tropical island. It was midmorning, and Cicada and Stephie were still abed in the room that Elizabeth had given them to share. (they had separate beds!) They were both sleeping peacefully, the morning song of the birds not reaching into the inner recesses of their cloudy minds. Cicada mumbled something about hobbits (perhaps it was something about their mushroom addiction?). Stephie was log-like in her slumber, but a funny smile faintly showed on her lips. (we don't want to know what SHE dreams about! CoughAragorn!CoughJack!Cough) Suddenly the sleeping beauties (ha! Who are we kidding? Ok, no more parentheses!) were broken from their repose by the violent light of the sun pouring in through the now unshuttered windows. Cicada screeched.

"The yellow face! It burns us!" The maid turned and looked at Cicada with a mix of fear and confusion. Stephie remained inactive, still lost in her dreams of doom --in them she got to kill Arwen with a large fork-- until her covers were brutally ripped from her lazy body.

"No, no…must sleep…Jack and Aragorn are waiting…" Stephie mumbled, yanking the covers from the maid's hands. Estrella, the aforementioned maid, tried to pull the covers away from Stephie again. She had never met such a lazy person! But, every time she yanked, Stephie yanked back, and soon a war for the blankets ensued.

"Whohoo! Go Stephie! Give her the right hook!" Cicada cheered. Stephie, zealous to go back to the dream realm with Jack and Aragorn, jerked on the comforter with an amazing display of strength. Estrella, no match for Stephie's desperate struggles, lost her footing and fell on her bum with a loud THUNK! It was at that moment that Elizabeth knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer, walked into the room.

"Estrella! What are you doing on the floor? I sent you in here to wake the exterminators up, not take a break!" Elizabeth scolded. In response, Estrella hastily picked herself up off the floor, brushed herself off, and left the room with a hurried "Beggin' your pardon, Miss." Elizabeth huffed in indignation, and then informed the two bums, "Hurry and get dressed – it is time for breakfast." Cicada sluggishly pulled herself from the bed and tried to shoo Elizabeth from the room so she could dress. Elizabeth, however, made no move to leave.

"What about your friend? Is she going to get up?" Elizabeth implored, glancing at the lump of a human, again slumbering soundly (glorious!). Cicada grunted, and made her way over to her friend's bed.

"Hey Stephie, it's time for grubfest!" she whispered into Stephie's ear. At this, Stephie opened her eyes and flung herself out of the bed, suffered from a dizzy spell, and, after recovering, began to dress. Cicada briskly shoved Elizabeth out of the room and followed Stephie's suit.


Cicada picked at her eggs benedict, for she was particularly fastidious about her food. Eggs were not on her good list. In contrast, Stephie shoved her eggs down her throat with surprising speed for someone who had recently refused to move. Governor Swann and Will politely ignored Stephie's loud smacking chewing noises and the sound of Cicada's fork grating across her plate as she looked for some satisfactory morsel. Elizabeth did not even try to block out the disgusting, annoying noises. In fact, she rather enjoyed them. They were a nice repose from Zerlina's constant babble. This relief was short lived, however, for at that very moment, Zerlina trounced down the stairs, wearing her new pink dress of doom. She entered the kitchen with her countenance glowing with happiness, until she noticed everyone already eating. Her radiance was quickly overshadowed with embarrassment.

"I beg your grace over mine own slothfulness for it hath forced thee to break thine fast without mine lowly presence!" Zerlina exclaimed apologetically. Will looked up questioningly at her. Cicada pulled some sort of device out of her pocket and pushed some buttons.

"What the crap? Stephie, this stupid machine was supposed to translate other languages into English, but I think it gave me Portuguese!" Cicada whispered to her egg-shoving-down-the-throat friend. Stephie paid no heed, but continued to eat. Zerlina's eyes swept the maple tableside, looking for a place to sit. Elizabeth had been feeling particularly malicious that morning, and had organized an early breakfast. She had also ordered away 15 chairs, leaving only 5 for herself, Will, the Governor, Stephie and Cicada.(there were normally 20 chairs surrounding the table, in the event that an important person and their party were to come and visit the Swanns.) Elizabeth noticed Zerlina's swift glances at the chairs – or lack thereof – and she failed to hide her smug grin.

"The chairs are being repaired," Elizabeth explained matter-of-factly. "You can use…that bucket over there!" She pointed to a bucket of dirty mop water in the corner of the large dining room. Zerlina thought about objecting, but instead, she humbled herself and took the bucket. She then walked through the kitchen and out the back door, and dumped the bucket's grimy contents into a bush. Carrying the pail, she made her way back to the dining room and set it down upon the ground. After much fidgeting and adjusting of the pink dress of doom she lightly set herself upon the filthy bucket. The top of her head was barely visible over the maple table. Cicada tried to stifle her giggles and failed miserably. Stephie made absolutely no effort to tame her hysterics, and let lose a round of loud guffaws and heehaws. The Governor appeared to be trying to speak, perhaps to save Zerlina from her humiliation, but, being unable to do so, he finally whimpered, "Elizabeth, are you decent?" Elizabeth made no move to respond but instead grinned evilly. Will bit his lip and tried not to smile. He would have to reprimand his wife later for her rudeness, but, at the moment, he found the scene quite comical.

The six resumed their eating, Stephie purposely dropping parts of her egg onto Zerlina's head. Cicada grinned at her friend, and helpfully passed her own plate of uneaten eggs over for Stephie to use as ammo. This amused the two for a while until Zerlina moved just a little out of Stephie's reach. Not wanting to seem obvious in her cruel doings, Stephie decided it was best not to pitch her food four feet to where Zerlina now sat, so she simply finished eating what was left of her eggs. All was peaceful, until Estrella suddenly burst into the room searching frantically.

"Misses and Sirs, have any of you seen the bucket or mop water I had in here? I can't seem to find…" she trailed off as her eyes moved down to the bucket Zerlina was perched upon. This was just too much! It was bad enough for someone to take her mop bucket, but it was ZERLINA who had taken it. Estrella hated Zerlina with a fiery passion. Zerlina had been at the Swann Mansion for less than half a week, but had still managed to make Estrella's life a living pothole. The night of her arrival, Zerlina had awakened Estrella at 3:00 AM for a trivial glass of water! And then, when Zerlina had returned to the Mansion after her lengthy outing with Jack Sparrow, she had awakened Estrella – AGAIN – and asked her for some apples. Estrella had tried to reason with Zerlina, pointing out that Zerlina already had five apples, but Zerlina had kept insisting she needed more. Estrella had had to go to the cellar over and over again, bringing Zerlina red apples and green apples and yellow apples and big ones, small ones, (some as big as your head...) until Zerlina had a pile of about 50 apples sitting in her room. By the time Estrella had finally satisfied Zerlina, it was 1 AM, and Estrella only got 4 hours of sleep. To top all of it off, Estrella had had a nightmarish morning waking up the two children. It was all too much for poor Estella to bear. Brining herself back to the present, Estrella scowled at Zerlina and yanked the bucket out from beneath the annoyance's dainty posterior. Zerlina feel to the floor, spilling her glass of milk all over her new dress. A sneer flitted across Estrella's face. She exited the room holding the bucket, and over and over in her mind she replayed the scene of Zerlina flopping onto the ground, soaked with milk.


Ok, so that chappie really didn't have much in the way of excitement, but there shall be some soon! Oh yes, there will be! Yeah…Oh yes, I have to explain why there are no a/n from Cicada. You see, she came down with West Bermesian Measles and I decided I should write this chapter without her. So I did.

OK! It's a lie! Cicada isn't sick. She had to go home before she could write her author's notes, so there aren't any from her. Yet. As soon as she can come over again, I will make her write her notes. Yup. I apologize for the boringness of my notes…