-1A/N: Everyone say thank you to SenshiAlchemist for the idea for this chapter.
Isla de Stinky Feet, another week later…
"I thought you said the itching would stop if I took a bath." Jack asked Gibbs as he scratched his (rather adorable) bum.
"Aye, but I also said to clean your clothes," Gibbs retorted as he juggled the coconuts he was gathering.
"WHAT! I have to wash my clothes! I won't do it! You can't make me!" Jack screamed, running like a girl away from Gibbs.
He snorted. "He'll change his mind in another few days."
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Isla de Stinky Feet, 3 hours later…
A scream could be heard all across the island.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! I can't take it anymore! Give me some soap!"
Within 5 minutes, every member of the crew was washing Jack's clothes and the wonderful captain himself was busy taking his second bath that year, and (coincidently) that week.
"Why are we doing his laundry?" one of the men asked, turning to Gibbs.
He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Anamaria. "Because he's a lazy bum."
"Ana, that's not fair." Gibbs turned to the questioner. "See, not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow…" Once again, he was cut off, this time by the short dude.
"Ah, not that story again!"
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Jack grumbled as he moodily scrubbed his body with some soap Darla had given him.
"Stupid itching… stupid soap… stupid… stupidness"
Jack rinsed himself off and put on some clean clothes. Suddenly, there was a noise in the foliage behind him. He quickly spun, which served him no other purpose but tripping him. With a groan, he sat up and rubbed his back.
"Stupid feet," he grumbled. He looked up and saw a olive skinned man in front of him. "Can I help you, mate?" Jack asked.
"What are you doing on my island?" the other man asked gruffly.
"Sorry, but did you say your island?" Jack inquired. The man nodded stiffly. "Ah, didn't know anyone owned this land. However, allow me to introduce meself." Jack stood up. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
The mans eyes narrowed. "I ask you again, what are you doing on my island?"
"Oh, erm, was just looking for the rum."
The man glared at Jack suspiciously. "What's rum?"
Jack screamed in frustration and stormed back to his crew.
A/N: Had a bit of time to write the end of this chapter. Sorry I kept you waiting. And sorry it's so short. Not a lot of time in my life right now.
