Hey. This chpater is really short, I intended to go further 'course but had no time. I got loads of projects due which you don't really want to know about so I'll shut up. I hope this little chap will satisfy you (duh, not)and plz look forward for more fun. Thanks for your reviews they'r fab! andthose who are reading this and do not review please do.It's very important for me to know if you're reading the fic or whether you like it or not... okay I'lll shut up...

Chappy 2

Violet eyes were pleased to have let those pirates drool over the wonders that have yet to come and appear before them. He neared the entrance, when an awareness made Wonka stop, nearly letting half the crew crash into him. His eyes moved skeptically sideways and then his head turned to the pirates. Impatient as they were, they all stood expectantly and waited for Wonka to finally reveal his mystery to them. A long line was waiting. A very, very long line, with all kinds of boisterous deeds lurking behind.

Jack Sparrow as assuredly as you can imagine, immediately found his opportunity to step hungrily towards the factory door. A sharp whoosh trashed in front of him. Jack nearly fainted. He choked, halting himself, seeing his neck almost touching the cane. His eyes turned to Wonka, who was peering back at him with his scrunched up, pale, slight angry face. Wonka self-importantly raised his chin.

"Sorry. Not the whole crew. I don't know those crooks well enough, and I can only keep an eye on less than half of them, you know."

Sparrow glared distastefully at Wonka, but then he located the advantage of it and his glowing pair of browns resigned. "Very well."

Soon Jack Sparrow, Anna Maria, and three other pirates were the ones who were on the front, awaiting the odd chocolatier with odd expressions all over. The others muttered disdainfully in the background. Then came the chirpy exclamation.

"There, I like it much better this way!" Wonka emitted a little whistle as he set his cane back to motion. "Now into the factory, lads, into the factory, here we go..."

Jack's pace was much slower now. He passed by Wonka, very wary of that swinging stick. The chocolatier was still grinning at him ever so carelessly. He waited till all five of them were completely inside his hot lair. Then, the vast, striking doors of the factory shut behind them. Pure darkness was released outside again.

In a wonderland or dreamworld, when you imagine just anything and see it before you, you wouldn't be surprised. But in reality when you enter Wonka's chocolate factory and see those wonders above and around you, you would be surprised, and more than surprised, overwhelmed... demoralized... well it depends on how much or on whether you like candy or not. The truth is almost everyone goes nuts on candy while perhaps a serious pirate detests those kinds of boogers. But does that make you rely on the possibility he wouldn't get enthralled by the wonders set before him? In Wonka's chocolate factory.

"Your dreams?" his voice faltered.

"Well, yes my dear captain. My dreams turning into reality, it is all right here in front of you. Everything I create that I imagine is set in this room. Here's where they can run free, otherwise the world..." Wonka purposely hic-upped. "The queer horrid world out there wouldn't allow it. Here's where I can be what I am – run free and find a home for my beautiful creations. Pluck out a berry from that berry tree above your head. I created it. It's delicious."

Jack marveled the chocolate room. His eyes were wide and unbelieving as if in a dream. He silently treaded on top of the lush grass, only feeling its lavish soft swoosh-swoosh amongst his feet, and his face was blank. He spent long moments to look around, to entirely look around the factory if not the whole factory, just this room. Only to be sure a crazy chocolatier wasn't playing tricks on him.