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Clairmont Manor, Port Royal Jamaica

Since discovering the painting that was somewhat of a family heirloom to her, Aubergine had decided to just sit back and soak in the new information. She didn't know how the painting got there or what it was doing there, but did she care? Nah. It was just another strange event in this strange situation she'd gotten herself into.

But despite her declarations of being indifferent to the painting, she found herself strangely drawn to it. So she stood on top of a coffee table and gently took it off of its hanging position, only to find herself dropping the surprisingly heavy artwork. Aubergine cringed as the frame hit the floor with a loud thud that echoed in the deserted hallways. She hopped down to check the damage, not expecting to find a hidden cache opened up.

Well, well, well, what do we have here? The bottom corner of the ornate frame had come completely off, and inside Aubergine found a list of…clues? She honestly didn't know what to make of it. Whatever. She didn't dwell on the piece of paper for long, dismissing it mainly because she planned to just sit back and let things happen.

The corner booth, The Faithful Bride

After talking with Herman, Jack had ordered Gibbs to send down the spices with a few boys and to tell his crew that they were leaving the next morning at the crack of dawn. He wanted to get out of port before any of the other prospective treasure hunters woke up from a night of drinking and whoring.

Well, that and he wanted to see Will and Elizabeth. The last time he had visited was when the two had gotten married. I guess young Elizabeth doesn't mind that Will's a eunuch. Jack giggled to himself about that joke, but he soon stopped because a sudden pang of longing struck him. Jack knitted his brows and made an adorable confused face. He didn't know what he longed for, but just that he wanted it.

Utterly bewildered, Jack decided that the best way to cure that feeling was to numb it with the help of rum, and the happy thoughts of finding a new treasure.

But all happy thoughts of treasure had to wait because a voluptuous whore had just slipped onto Jack's lap. A bit surprised at first, but then noticing he had a beautiful and willing woman in his lap, Jack put on his most seductive look.

Nearly overcome with desire from that one look, the flustered whore managed to ask Captain Sparrow if he would like to spend the night with her.

Jack took one look at her heaving bosom and agreed. Good rum, a new treasure to hunt, and pleasurable company, what more could a pirate want?

Fancy bathroom, Clairmont Manor

After placing the corner back on the painting, Aubergine dragged it onto a covered up couch and left it there. She decided that she was tired of being sweaty and in pain (her cheek was still sore from the hit), so she trekked upstairs to see if she could find a bathtub and perhaps some water.

After and hour- long search, Aubergine had managed to fill a bathtub with hot water from the kitchen. As she sank into the Fuji flower scented water (thanks to a tube of scented oil she always carried), Aubergine let the day's troubles float away. She felt utterly relaxed and let her gaze wander until it landed on an envelope sticking out of her coat pocket.

Oh yeah, the letter from the thug. Aubergine pulled the letter from her coat and focused her lethargic thoughts on translating the letter. Apparently, it was in Russian.

My dear Agent Aubergine,

As you read this letter, numerous nuclear explosives are being planted around the world. Each designed to take out entire cities. That so called intelligence agency you work for can do nothing to stop me. I have had the world's top scientists create a time machine of sorts. My men are currently running around the world in a time when scallywags and buccaneers run rampant, planting these precious nuclear warheads of mine. Your idiotic agency will never find them in time.

Why do this you ask? Well the answer is simple, you. The destruction of the modern world is your fault my lovely assassin. Since you have killed my son and only heir, I have had but one thought on my mind since; break the person who broke my son. I hope you can live with the fact that you are responsible for the death of millions. But then again, you yourself may not live long seeing as how you have only dinosaurs for company.

I must go. The planning of the destruction of the world is such a timely thing.

Yours Truly,

Victor Perushka II

After finishing the letter, Aubergine let the cold dread seep in. Oh God. What am I going to do? What did I do? Victor Perushka was the head of the Russian mafia and the mob boss of the entire underground there. Aubergine had been assigned to take out his son who was had been a threat to IIA security a few months back. Shit. She mentally cursed. It was also that assignment where Aubergine had been seen for the first time. So that's how he knew it was me.

As she read the letter for the fifth time, Aubergine noted that something Perushka said didn't make sense. Dinosaurs for company? What does he— oh… I get it. The thug at the store must have sent me to the wrong time period! That's why everyone looks like they're in the 17th century.

So that took care of that, but Aubergine had a hard time figuring out 'a time when scallywags and buccaneers run rampant'. Scallywags and buccaneers? As in pirates? Unless I'm wrong, pirates were in the 17th and 18th century… which would be the exact century I'm in! I think…

After hours of pondering the letter and its contents, the only problem Aubergine had to figure out was the nuclear bomb part. She was kind of sure she could disarm one, but how on Earth was she going to track down all those bombs? And even if she did know where they were, how would she get there? Aubergine sank back into the tub of cooling water and let out a sigh of frustration. If only I could get in touch with HQ. I could… Aubergine cut herself off there because she knew there was no way she could get in touch with IIA headquarters.

About ready to burst with pent up anger and frustration, Aubergine got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself. She needed to figure out a plan. She couldn't just sit around and do nothing while the world was put into jeopardy because of her stupidity and carelessness.

Walking to one of the many bedrooms in the mansion, Aubergine threw herself onto the massive bed. Face down in the mattress; she let out a furious scream. She really needed to kick some ass to relieve the stress.

Still wrapped in her towel, Aubergine curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

The Helm, The Black Pearl

Jack's orders to sail out of Tortuga with the first tide had been met with groans and whines at first, but once the word of a new treasure had spread, everyman doubled their efforts and met every order with a 'Yes sir' or an 'Aye Capn". But despite the orderliness of his crew, Captain Sparrow found himself cranky and still longing for something. The previous night had been filled with rum, thoughts about treasure, and of course a whore in his bed. All things a pirate desired, but it wasn't enough for Jack.

Jack was confused and as a result, he was short-tempered with his crew all day. By midday, his crew was steering clear of their cantankerous captain and had started rumors about why he was in a foul mood. Some thought that it was because the whore had been a bad lay, and others thought it was because of this new treasure they were going after. But whatever it was that was bothering their captain, they hoped it would soon pass. A grouchy Captain Sparrow was downright scary.

As for Jack, he spent the day at the helm of his beloved ship pondering about this newfound feeling of his, and realized that he was getting nowhere. Christ, I'm even considering asking the whelp for help. There must be something wrong with me.

Jack continue to ponder over his condition when a yell of 'Land ho' broke through his thoughts. Scowling up at the pirate that dared interrupt his thoughts, Jack ordered his crew to prepare to drop anchor. He then skillfully moved the Black Pearl to the special spot he found on his last visit.

The 'special spot' was just behind a cluster of large coves, where, if you angled your ship just right, it would be practically invisible to the watches at the fort. A blind spot of sorts.

Once he made sure everything was in order, Jack ordered a rowboat to be lowered. He would go into Port Royal while the crew stayed behind. Jack announced that they could have a day off if they liked, since the special spot was only a few feet off the shore of a deserted beach. It was his way of apologizing for his actions.

"Have a day off gents, but I want a rotated watch posted at all times! Savvy?" bellowed Sparrow.

A collective "Aye Captain" met Jack's ears. "Alrigh' then you dogs, have yourselves a nice day in the sun!" said Jack before he walked over to Gibbs to leave last minute instructions.

"Mighty nice of ye Jack, to let the crew have a day off." Said Gibbs.

Jack wiggled his fingers around a bit before replying, "Yes, well a good captain makes sure his crew is happy. Oh, and mister Gibbs, you know what te do in case the worst should happen."

"Aye, we stick to the code." Gibbs whispered conspiratorially.

"Righ', the code. Well then, I'll be off now." And with that, Jack moseyed down to the little rowboat and made his way to Port Royal, all the while thinking what his old buddy Commodore Norrington was going to do when he saw him.

AN: I'm sorry these chapters have been boring! I promise the next chapter will be more exciting. Expect some half nakedness and propositions made over dinner.

As always, my lovely reviewers have been inspiring. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be motivated to write.