"Will you are a very good apprentice, and James. Oh heck with it James you're horrible, Will you're the new owner."

"Yes!" Clarésse and Will said.

"You boys can have the rest of the day off. I need to do some last minute things." Mr. Brown said.

"Thanks, Clarésse let's go."

"Sure."

They got to Michael's house where everyone was. Someone always needed to be there because Jack Sparrow was staying in Port Royal for a few months.

"Well look who finally showed up." Elizabeth said in a kind sarcastic voice.

"Hey Will." Vannesa said.

"Hey, so when is Michael coming."

"In 3…2…1."

Michael burst threw the door when she said one.

"I am good."

"Jack where did you put the rum."

"I didn't put them anywhere." Jack said sitting on his bed. At that moment a bottle of rum rolled out from under his bed.

"Um. I didn't put them there."

Michael grabbed the bottle opened it, and gulped it down.

"Oh don't mind us." Will said.

"Sorry."

"What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked.

"Nothing."

"Normally you don't drink that much." Will said as Michael reached under the bed for another bottle.

"I never saw you drink before." Elizabeth said.

"Well I do."

"What happened? You're not the Lieutenant Michael Pearson I know."

Michael sighed.

"I'm no longer Lieutenant Michael Pearson. I'm only Michael Pearson. They stripped me of my role."

"What!"