A/n: not intended to be actual or serious story, trying only to get over a writers block but it's quite funny.

"Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Humm," was the tune that Jack sung as he made his way down to the jail cell of his ship. He had recently come upon a British lad, who had chased after Jack on his own after the return of Elizabeth and Will. The lad had obviously thought there was money involved or he would never have done such a dangerous thing. As Jack turned into the dungeon he saw that the boy had already made some friends.

"Why you dirty little arse!" Scoaruge Jack's new Prison Keeper had the boy pulled up off the ground and was shaken some sense into him. "I'll kill you I swears it."

"That's enough." Jack realized the threat might not just be a threat. Old Scoaruge was an old, one eyed, bulky pirate who might just get around to doing what he threatens. In the Captions presence though he set down the boy and put on a smile.

"Pardon's Caption, it's just this vile boy spat in my face, he needed a good throttling."

"No one is to be throttled on my ship without my say."

The 'vile boy' in question caught Jack's eye and for the first time he looked the lad over. His short, sandy blond locks hung down over his sharply curved eyebrows, which in turn revealed some exquisite green eyes. These emerald orbs were slightly too large for the slender, heart shaped face making them attention- grabbers.

"What is your name lad?" Jack watched the boy open his blood color lips and close them again. The lips were unusual very plush very defined like a woman's. Actually the thin pale figure before him was very feminine and it kind of tugged at his groin. "Come on speak up."

"Jhune."

"Well tell me… Jhune… why did you sneak on my ship." Jack paced around the boy.

"Looking for adventure." The boy smirked and looked as arrogant as a new born.

Jack stopped and stuck his face right up to the boy's; he smelt like honeysuckles. This boy was much more than courageous if he was, like he said, just looking for adventure.

Scoaruge took the words as an insult though and started again with the ranting, "You see Cap'n no respect, not enough discipline growing up I reck'n. This one's a mouth flapper, we should smack the smart arse right outa him."

Most sea worthy men wouldn't stand being talk about this way, but Jhune seemed to pay no mind. Jack watched, as the boy looked him over, and couldn't help but suck in his gut under the lad's judgmental green eyes. When they had taken in all they could for now the orbs found there way to his face.

"So this is the famous Caption Jack Sparrow the scourge of the seas."

"My legend precedes me." Jack said all too haughtily, he was getting tired of the boy's presumed mockery. He was going to speak his mind but just then something about Jhune changed. His face softened and he bowed civilly, completely surprising the Caption.

"Caption Jack I'm at your service, use me as you may I am forever a vessel of your will."

What, what be this more mockery?" Scoaruge took the words right from Jacks lips.

"I want to be a pirate, don't you see," Jack gave the boy a skeptical look, "I'm tired of being a prime and proper English bloke. I want to be free. I though you, Jack, of all people would understand."

A whimsical look floated into his eyes, and the fact was Jack knew exactly what he meant. Who in their right mind would want to be English if they had the choice?

"Well you'd have to start at the bottom."

"Anything." Answered the boy excitedly.

"A deck swabber, a gully cleaner." Jack judged the boy couldn't be more than one and twenty years, even younger, "Maybe a cabin boy."

"Sure, sure whatever you say."

The boy's delight was contagious and Jack began to be jubilant himself, "Then you'd work your way up and you could even become first mate."

"Or Caption." Offered Scoaruge.

"Or Caption." Jack found himself saying, then reeled to a halt and turned on the prison keeper. "There is only one Capt'n on this ship and that is me."

Scoaruge shrunk back. "Sorry Capt'n. Guess I got too worked up and forgot that."

A peel of laughter broke from Jhune at this point. Putting an arm around his shoulder- throwing caution to the wind- Jack led him out of the cell, and up to the deck. Secretly, Jack knew he was going to like this boy.