From now on, the story will go back to its original format. That is to say, it will no longer be a "You" type story.

I love the fact that no-one has picked up on Ethel's last name!

Ethel woke up to find that her dreams were in fact, memories of her earlier life. She didn't know whether to shout for joy that she had regained her memory or lament for her dead family and crewmembers who still as of yet, have no names. She settled for weeping uncontrollably.

CynicalReader: Oh Jesus Christ!

Ethel: They're (sob) dead Wes – (sob) - ley. I'll never (sob) see (sob) them (sob) again!

CynicalReader: Yes that's what usually happens when people die!

HappyReader: She just remembered that everyone she knew had died. Have some sympathy you heartless douche!

CynicalReader: Oh pur-lease! You and I both know perfectly well that the author contrived up all these pitiful deaths so that she run and cry into Jack's arms! It also means that any relationship that she had with anyone is gone and that she's all alone. Alooooooone.

Wesley: Except for me.

CynicalReader: Except for the monkey.

Wesley: (pats Ethel's head) Shhh, shhh, it's okay. Save those tears for someone else.

Ethel: Huh?

Jack: (walks in) Nice to see you up and about. The sun has just risen and I thought I'd bring you something to eat!

Ethel: (brushes tears away) Yes, thank you Jack.

Jack set down his tray of food and something seemed to soften in his eyes as he held her gaze. But that moment was over in an instant when he abruptly turned and swaggered out the door.

Jack: (calls back) When you're done, meet me out on the deck love.

Ethel ate her breakfast ravenously as she had had nothing to eat in the past two days. She cleaned herself up a bit and strode out onto the deck into a clear morning. She found Jack at the helm and walked towards him.

Ethel: You wanted to see me captain?

Jack: Jack's fine love.

PickyReader: Eurgh, poorly written banter.

Ethel: (blushes) You wanted to see me Jack?

At once, his voice changed into a more businesslike tone.

Jack: We have some matters we need to discuss.

(Loud alarms beep and red light flashes)

MechanicalVoice: Warning, warning, expository dialogue coming up. Warning, Warning, expository dialogue coming up.

Jack: Now see, your father, Richard Moonshine -

ObservantReader: (snickers) Sounds like a drag name.

- was a good friend of mine. Good man, good pirate.

PickyReader: Okay, so what, does Jack know EVERYONE'S father then?

He took me into his ship see? And when I was old enough, I sailed on my own, using the skills he taught me. Now, I was like a brother to him and he entrusted to me a map and showed me a set of keys. The map leads to a vast amount of treasure hoarded up by …

AllReaders: (in suspense) Yes …?

… by some …

AllReaders: (leaning on edges of seats) Yes … ?

… evil pirates.

AllReaders: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA.

CynicalReader: Just like in true Mary Sue style. When in doubt, go for the ol' "evil pirates" plot.

But Ethel knew that there was more to this than what Jack told her, but she decided not to enquire about it any further.

Jack: But he also told me that the treasure cannot be accessed without the two keys. He held those two keys in case anyone stole the map from me.

To Ethel, instead of answering her questions, a dozen more sprang up into her mind. How did her father come across a map and the keys to the treasure of evil pirates? How come he never went to retrieve it himself?

Jack: I thought that the night your town was raided by those evil pirates in search for the key that all was lost. But they had a disadvantage. They had absolutely no idea what the keys looked like nor what your father looked like. But it seems that he gave a key each to you and your mother.

"My mother, yes" Ethel thought. The dream/memory of her mother being dragged away flashed before her eyes. The pirate that held her captive seemed familiar. Of course! He was the same pirate that she killed only a few nights ago. The wound in her stomach twinged in pain.

ObservantReader: Twinged in pain? TWINGED IN PAIN? She was stabbed only a few days ago!

Ethel fought hard to keep the tears back and to continue to pay attention to Jack.

Jack: The treasure is a few days sail from here.

There was a gleam in his eyes and Ethel knew what he going to say next.

Ethel: You think we should go for it?

Jack: Why not? We've got all we need and who isn't up for a little adventure?

Ethel: (smiles) I'm in.

Wesley: Me too!

(Best hillbilly voice)

I luv readin' mah fanfic

It al'ways does the trick

But wha' I really really hate

Ar' them damned mary sues

An' if ya 'ate them's much as me

Like I kno' yah do

Then coul' yah find it in ya' harts

T' read me an' review.

(Banjo solo)

EbonyAnn – Aw, shucks! That's an incredibly nice thing to say! Here, have a cookie.

Music nerd – Yay! I love you so much! I shall use that description … but not in this story. Sorry! I'll use it in my Harry Potter story which, of course, mocks Mary Sues. And I will DEFIINITELY credit you! You will find it in the chapter entitled – The OC chapter Part 2, if you don't wanna read the whole thing. On the whole 'ah!' thing, I had no idea that edits reviews! And finally, I WANT TO BE PART OF THE NERD'S GUILD! WHAT MUST I DO! Ahem, on your way.

Valinor's Twilight – So true that all OCs are Sues. I guess some are just more Sue-y than others. I don't mind them either, especially when they're part of those 50 chapter epics. Oh god, I;'m such a pathetic sucker for those. And this? – "fall into middle earth to save it, become and elf, and Legolas falls in love with them. Those are irritating." So. Damn. True.

Pokey jr. – Before I start, can I just say how awesome your screen name is? Seriously dude, awesome. Anyway, don't blame me because Ethel doesn't have the brainpower to have decent dialogue! Actually, you should blame me because I'm none too good with the dialogue.

Ace's Buddy – Oh I remember that episode! Love the part when Buffy was all "we should have the reception in the park!" and Spike goes "yes, and then you shall be married to a pile of ash." Okay, that was BADLY paraphrased, it was a long time since I saw the ep okay? Now, don't kill me for this, but my fave ep was actually "Storyteller." Apparently, I'm one of the few who thought Andrew was funny. Sad.

Boandpop – Wish I had ninja skillz. That and bow hunting skillz. Heh.