Disclaimer: I dont own POTC! You should know this by now. And if you don't, I'll say it again: I don't own potc. By the way, I post other stories on a nother site. That site is... QUIZILLA! For some reason whenI type websites, theyd on't show up to the public. So just go to my homepage.
Ah yes, and the beginning fo this chapter is similar to the first chapter's beginning.
Jack walked into his Captain quarters of the Pearl, only to find Norrington sitting on his bed and crying.
"Why is it always my room?" moaned Jack sadly. "What's wrong with you then?"
Norrington looked up, obviously startled. "Wait. This isn't the Interceptor..."
"Naw, you idiot, the Interceptor was blown up."
"Oh. That explains a lot."
"Like what, for example?" asked Jack, curious for no reason other than he was bored. And slightly drunk. As usual.
"Like my crew telling me repeatedly that the Interceptor was blown up."
"... So why are you here?"
Norrington burst into tears again.
"I've lost my manhood!" he howled.
Jack's face contorted with disgust.
"I'm going to regret asking this question..." mumbled Jack. "How?"
"While I was sleeping, some... ROUGHIANS stole it. USING A RAZOR!" Norry sobbed loudly.
"Don't worry. I'll kill them. Tell me who they are, and I'll get them, by George." Jack suddenly cared immensly for the wig-wearing commodore and instantly vowed to get revenge on his friend's attackers.
"It was Turner. And Gibbs."
"Then I will get them. I will get them good. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
That was part one. I hope to get part 2 up this week. If not, next week. But I promise to update! I PROMISE!