(A/N – Okay, It's Saturday! I'm getting my permit today, and I just got done watching Napoleon Dynamite. Haha! We did a French fashion show Friday and had to do three skits, and one group did Napoleon Dynamite, so I had to see the movie after that. Believe it or not, the Geometry teacher at our school Mr. Rudnik looks JUST LIKE HIM. Hair, glasses, yeah… everyone jokes that Napoleon's his son lol… Well, let's get on with it, shall we?)

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.: Haha… that movie is so screwed up! Probably why I like it, lol. :.

CLE – "In Too Deep" by Sum 41

- I wonder if Mr. Rudnik likes tater tots, too? Oh… well, anyways, disclaimer…

- My non- PotC peeps are chillin' this weekend! Take a load off, guys; you need it. Who wants to come over and film a new movie? PotC Meets Napoleon? GASP. That would kick-arse.

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CHAPTER EIGHT: "Savvy?"

"Here we go," Miss Garrett, said as she opened the classroom door and pocketed the key. She stepped aside so we could go in, and Lindsay turned on the lights.

"Hmm…" Jack said, looking around. "Very interesting."

"If you come over here, Mr. Sparrow, I can show you the lesson plan," Miss Garrett said, rushing over to the desk and shuffling a bunch of papers around.

"Lesson plan?" Jack asked, walking up beside her.

"Oh, unless you don't follow one."

Jack looked really confused. Go figure.

"Well, I mean, sometimes I don't use a lesson plan either, but you might want to try to stick to what he's left for the students," Miss Garrett said. "For today anyways."

"Um, should we go now?" Holly asked.

"Oh, no!" Miss Garrett told us. "You have him first period, so you can stay and teach him the ropes of the class, get him settled."

"Oh, sure," Lindsay said. "Why not?"

I rolled my eyes. No choice as usual…

"Yeah, guess we could," I said with a heavy sigh.

"Well, I'll show him all this work Mr. Brown left, and then you can help once the bell rings."

"Ok," I said. Then I leaned in around Paige, Lindz, and Holly. "Conference…"

I pushed them over to the other side of the classroom as Miss Garrett continued to confuse the hell out of Jack over at Mr. Brown's desk.

"Guys, bad. This is very bad," I said.

"No, this was supposed to happen!" Paige said sarcastically.

"We so blew it…" I muttered. "We should've just locked them in the playground bathroom…"

"No," Lindsay said, waving me off. "We can handle this," she said, trying to convince us we really could do this. Psh…

"How?" Holly asked.

"We're- well, I was gonna say we're the Littles but you aren't and I didn't wanna make you feel left out or anything, so let's stick to we're twenty-first century American teenagers who know really hot pirates!"

"HUZZAH!" we all cheered with some laughter.

"Excuse me?" Miss Garrett asked, looking up from the lesson plan book she was showing Jack.

"It's nothing…" Paige laughed.

"Nothing?" Lindsay asked. "It's our…uh… oh, never mind! Huzzah!"

BRRRRING!

"Oh! That's the bell for the students to come inside," Miss Garrett told Jack, putting the book down and going over to the door to leave. "Now, there's a second bell to warn them to get to class, and by the time the third bell rings, everyone should be in class. If they come in afterwards, ask for a late pass."

Jack nodded throughout her fast talk as we heard loud chatter begin to fill the upstairs hallways. Miss Garrett told Jack to write his name on the board and introduce himself to each class, but turns out Lindsay wrote his name over the entire chalkboard to be funny while some people started coming in the classroom.

"Dude, is he our sub?" this kid Steve asked, setting his book down and motioning out the door to where Jack was still talking to Miss Garrett.

"Yeah," I said. "He's just here for today…"

"What's with the get up?" another dude asked, coming in.

"It's not a get up," Holly said, quite offended.

"Yeah, that's Jack!" Paige said. "The best-"

"Wait, from that Pirates movie? The Caribbean one?"

"Not possible!"

"Oh my gosh, really?"

"No, he's just got the same name and he's mobbed a lot for that reason…" I said, starting to have an idea a lightbulb.

Oh, I could get creative with this…

"Poor guy's gone delirious from all the fan girls mistaking him for Johnny Depp," I said sadly as everyone started to come in and move towards us to hear the pity party story. "Suddenly he started dressing like the guy…"

Lindsay smiled. She was catching on.

"And because of all the trauma, he really thinks he's Jack Sparrow," Lindsay said solemnly as a few people gasped.

"But I thought that was his name?" one boy asked (you see, it's me, Lindsay, Holly, and this one other girl who is always absent and the rest are guys, so go figure! lol).

"If your name was Harry Potter and you looked just like the kid, would you like it if everyone was drooling over your feet just to ask 'do you really have that scar?'" Holly asked.

BRRRRING!

(Second bell. Never mind it.)

"No…" he replied.

"See, same's happened to Jack," Paige said, now in on it, too.

"So please, just humor the guy and don't be giggling or anything because he's sensitive," I said. "Not sensitive as in he wets the bed but sensitive as in he will take your head off."

"OoOoOo…" they all said.

"So humor him, huh?" Lindsay asked.

"Hey wait… how do you people know him?"

"Yeah, and who's the new girl?"

"Jack's my dad's college buddy and this is Paige," I said.

Everyone seemed cool with that.

All right! I may have just saved my butt!

"So, we cool with it?" Paige asked.

"Yeah."

"Sure."

"Can I have your phone number?"

Paige looked puzzled, but I just smiled and shook my head as I led her to sit in the seat to my right. Holly was to my left in class and Lindsay behind me; Paige was in the usual empty desk because this one guy moved at the beginning of the year.

BRRRRING!

Third bell.

Anyone that comes through that door now is late.

'Cept Jack, and he just came in and closed the door. He walked to the front of the class and looked us over. He nodded with his narrow eyes scanning everyone.

"Not a shabby lookin' bunch," he commented. "I'm told I get a new crew every 42 minutes?"

People looked around all weirded out.

"Yeah," Lindsay said.

Jack smiled when he saw us.

"Ah, didn't know I'd have you," Jack said to us. "Anyways ye bilge rats, my name is Captain Jack Sparrow. You will address me in now other manner. Captain. That's it. Savvy?"

Screwed up looks…

"Savvy?" he repeated.

"Aye!" Lindsay yelled. Holly, Paige, and I giggled.

"Wow, lass, contain yerself. Now um.. I'm supposed to call roll? Is that right?"

Some nods…

"Hmm… now where's that… Jane!"

"Aye, Captain!" she said, jumping up.

"I'll call out rank, you write it down."

"Aye, sir!"

Lindsay ran over to Mr. Brown's desk and opened the green grade book to mark attendance. She sat there comfortably and looked up at Jack.

"Ready when you are!" she piped.

"All right," Jack said before turning towards us again. "Now, I don't really like this. All of you up and make a line right here! Front of the room. Step on it!"

We hurriedly lined up at the front of the room and Jack walked along the line of us with the narrow eyes again.

"You sailor! Step forward," Jack instructed. This thin lanky kid known as Brennan stepped up out of the line with an amused and embarrassed smile. "What's your name, boy?" Jack asked.

"Uh…"

"Last name!"

"Proud! My name's Proud!"

"Alright. Jane!"

"Aye, sir!"

"Mark Proud down for bilges."

Lindsay actually did I think; I shook my hand as Holly giggled next to me. Brennan stepped back into the line laughing with his friends. Jack continued down the line a few more people until he got to Richie, one of me and Holly's other buddies.

"You lad, step out."

Richie did as told. He tried to hide his smile. He's a quiet guy.

"Name?"

"Jordan."

"Jane! Jordan for sails."

This continued for everyone. Short and sweet, really. Said your name and got a position. What the hell for, I don't know.

"All right! I'm told ye're studying… South America?"

Nods…

"Well, um… I don't like South America. Too strange."

Everyone smiled.

"So, suggestions of alternative course of plans?"

Steve raised his hand.

"Aye?"

"Can we have a free day?"

Jack looked confused.

"Abby! Come here."

Holly got this look on her face and walked up to Jack.

"Yeah?"

"What's a free day?"

"You let us do whatever."

"Oh… is it like… a party? With rum?"

"Uh…"

"Alright, lads! Here's the plan!" Jack shouted suddenly. "Instead of makin' ye scrub the room or do stuff, I'll reward the first lad to bring me a bottle of rum ten pieces."

"Of what?" Steve asked.

"Pieces of Eight," I said. "Pirate currency back then. Worth about ninety-six cents in US currency."

"Boy, she knows her stuff," Steve said. "So about nine fifty? No way. I want twenty pieces."

"Fifteen," Jack said.

"Seventeen," Steve argued.

"Sixteen and a promotion to lookout!"

"Lookout! I'm already the second mate!"

"Fine! Twenty pieces if ye bring me rum and cheese curls."

Eyes lit up. Cheese curls were easy to get around this school, but rum?

"And I want a big bag," Jack said. "None of them little Fun Size things ye get for Halloween. I've seen 'em. Grace and Jane told me all about 'em. Big bag. Lots of cheese."

Nods…

"Now, go out and find me rum and cheese curls!"

"Wait!" Paige yelled. "Shouldn't they be wearing something? Like a badge or something so they don't get sent to the office and get in trouble?"

"Good idea, Paige," I said.

I ran over to the desk where Lindsay was and began filling out these sticky post-it notes that said, 'Rum and Cheese Curl Hunt, Period 1.' Everyone got in line to get one slapped on their front, and afterwards ran out the door.

"Why aren't ye lassies goin'?" Jack asked as Lindsay, Holly, Paige, and I hung back with him.

"Because we're staying right here with you while we can," I said. "We won't see you anymore later on. We're only here first period."

"Wait, ye're leavin' me with all these beasts?"

"Oh, come on, Jack," Lindsay said. "If you're sending them on the Fabulous Rum and Cheese Curl Quest, you'll be up here and have the room all to yourself."

"I can't do that!"

"Get Miss Garrett to help you," Holly said.

"She's a nice lass," he said. "Very perky, but very at peace with herself."

"She's also off limits," I said.

"Grace, belay that talk," Jack said.

"Can you blame me? You have a bad reputation with women."

"Well, none from here. Miss Garrett's a respectable woman. Would try nothing of the sort on such a lady," he said.

"Psh… like you didn't try anything on Elizabeth?" Lindsay said.

"Ooo, busted," I said.

We continued talking the remainder of the period when there was suddenly a knock on the door. We looked up to see Miss Garrett standing there. She walked up to the desk.

"Don't you have a class to teach?" Jack asked her.

"No, this is my prep period. Mr. Sparrow, I just had one of your students come in asking if I had any rum handy. I saw this sticky note on his shirt. Do you have anything to do with this?"

She laid it in front of him; Jack laughed.

"It's just a game," he said innocently. "Nothing meant by it."

"Well, he's over in my classroom now. I'll send him back over."

"You do that," Jack said.

Miss Garrett left and Steve returned to the classroom.

"Lad, ladies do not hold rum," Jack said, standing up.

"My bad…" Steve said. "But I had to try!"

Jack just smiled.

"I like the way you think, boy."

- Jessica's PoV -

BRRRING!

"Ok, I have to go to class now. I'll come back for you at lunch time," I said, about to leave Will and Elizabeth under one of the stairwells. "Do not leave this spot until I come and get you, savvy?"

"Mary, we really don't want to stay here…" Will said.

"Well if I bring you to class you'll get mobbed!"

"Isn't there another way?"

I sighed angrily.

"Maybe I'll come get you when I have Foods fifth period, ok? Then we can go straight to lunch afterwards."

"Well, if you say so," Elizabeth said. "Don't forget us."

"Who could forget you?" I asked.

- Lunch -

"I said I was sorry!"

"But you forgot about us!" Elizabeth said.

"Hey, shut up! At least I didn't forget to bring you to lunch!"

We went into the cafeteria and sat at the last table in the back corner. Many people were now looking back at us. I rolled my eyes.

"Will!"

"What?"

"Why do you always have to look like Orlando Bloom's long lost twin!"

"Me!"

"Yes, you!"

A circle began to form around us.

"What!" I yelled.

"Is that-"

"NO! If you say it, I'll kill you!"

"But-"

BAM!

Everyone screamed as this Allison girl I absolutely hate stumbled back after I punched her in the face. Then people started mobbing me, but I could sort of hear Will and Liz trying to save me. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed over us.

"People! People! What is this!"

Oh great. Mr. Schroyer.

AKA the principal.

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- Wednesdays are my cursed days…

Yeah huh, Jack! I've had the worst lower back pain all day and I got burned with this stupid sodium hydrowhatzits (strong base known as lye in soap)! I have a crater in my elbow! Big stingies!

Sorry if the chapter's a bit short; I'm pressed for time on this story lol. Hope you liked it anyhow.

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