Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. Unless I decide to invent some characters, places etc, in which case I own them

A/N. Hey guys! (That's a collective term, so if anyone is feeling particularly feminist just keep your hair on). Thanks for all the reviews. Yes Nemo, I know being governor is seriously un-Willish, but he married Elizabeth and I decided to make the post hereditary. So that's how he ended up being governor. So… I think I feel the urge to introduce some characters from other books, movies etc in this chapter. So don't be surprised if some random totally unrelated character suddenly pops up. sensible little voice: yeah, yeah. Keep it moving. me: all right all right. Patience is a virtue. sensible little voice: which I don't have. Now lets go! me: well you can just hold your horses 'cause I'm the one running this show, not you. Anyway. Sorry it's taken so long to get this up. I got kind of busy towards the end of the year and things just kind of heaped up. So. Try not to be too mad at me. Add to that the fact that schools just kicked off again and, me being me, I'm doing anything extra I can/am allowed to. So. Moving right along.

Chapter 3.

The Pearl was three days out from Port Royal when things started to get seriously bad. Not that they hadn't been for the past two days or anything, it was just that things were getting worse.

Will woke up, made his usual pathetic effort at hitting the alarm clock and then discovered that there wasn't one and he was in a heap on the floor, having just fallen out of his hammock. He picked himself up off the floor and went to the window. sensible little voice: it's called a port hole. me: do you mind! sensible little voice: not in the least. Fine, he went to the port hole. The sun was only just beginning to appear over the edge of the horizon. Obviously no one else was up yet. Excellent. He'd have the whole ship to himself. Will stretched, opened the door and went out onto the deck. It was a gorgeous morning. The sun was shining, the non existent birds were singing, sensible little voice: how does that work? me: no idea. Now shut up and get back in you box. sensible little voice: pushy pushy (muttering heard in box) etc etc. Will sat down and settled in to watch the sun finish rising. Jacks mental state had declined in the last three days. His mental age had gone from seven down to five.

Just then, he heard a door creak open and close quietly behind him. The only door on the ship that creaked was Jacks. And it creaked for a very good reason.

Will sat and listened to Jack attempting to creep up behind him. He knew what would come next. Jack would through himself on his back, shout "Uncle Will! Uncle Will!" several times and blow raspberries in his ear, insist on being given a piggy back around the deck and then drag Will down to the kitchen to arrange something to eat. It was like a morning ritual that had been established from the very first morning. It felt kind of strange, ordering a man who was at least fifteen years older than himself around and treating him like a son or nephew. As Will was the only one Jack would listen to, he had ended up being the primary care giver. Happy days.

Just then, Jack launched his morning attack, interrupting Will's reverie. Will sighed and hoisted him onto his back. Giving Jack a piggyback ride was no mean feat, considering that Jack was at least an inch the taller of the two. He completed his circuit of the deck and Jack climbed down. He grabbed Wills hand and towed him over to the galley.

"I want breakfast, Uncle Will."

"Where've your manners gone, young man?" It still felt awkward, addressing him like that.

"Don't have any." Jack was obviously feeling cheeky.

"Yes you do. You've got lovely manners, and until you start using them, you wont get anything to eat." Jack crossed his arms and glared.

"Don't want to."

"Oh well then. That's your choice." Will turned to leave. Jack started to whimper, and when Will opened the door emitted a howl of annoyance.

"But I want breakfast!" Jack sobbed. Will sighed and turned 'round.

"Only if you say please." Jack sobbed for half a minute and then managed a very squeaky 'please'. Will smiled and set about getting breakfast. By the time it was ready, Jack had recovered himself and was perfectly cheerful.

Breakfast over, the two of them went out on deck to join the others.

As the day wore on, Jack got progressively more destructive/annoying and the temper tantrums multiplied. By three in the afternoon, Will was tearing his hair trying to think what to do, and everyone else was tearing their hair trying to think of something for Will to do to make Jack shut up, or, preferably, go away.

By the time four o'clock came 'round, Will had sunk onto a conveniently placed barrel, and put his head between his hands. The general opinion was that he was praying, which he was, after a fashion. What was really happening was that he was repeating the mantra;

"Please let us be nearly there, please let us be nearly there…" over and over. Suddenly a random dude with really long white hair and a matching beard appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing shiny black boots with silver buckles and long, flowing, emerald green robes. He gave Will a strangely piercing look over the top of his gold rimmed half moon spectacles.

"You wish you were where?" Will looked up and jumped at finding some random in weird clothes on the ship.

"I wish we were in Tortuga. Jack's being a pain in the ass and I'm beginning to consider murder." The old man looked slightly bemused.

"Oh come now. That would never do. Let me see…Tortuga…yes I believe we can do that." He smiled waved what appeared to be a wand. Voila, Tortuga materialised. Will gaped. After ha had collected his jaw from the floor and restored his eyes to their regular positions, he looked around for the strange old man to thank him. But he was nowhere to be seen and no one else had even noticed him. Will shook his head and went to help tie up the ship.

A/N. Yeah, that was pretty random. But that's not really surprising, since I wrote it over a period of about eight days, all spread out so the whole process took like, three months. So anyway, if you rr, I'll be your best friend and come on, who wouldn't want that? ;)

Lexi G