Disclaimer: I don't Jay and Silent Bob.

A/N: Well, I was rereading the reviews for this story, which prompted me to reread the story itself, which in turn made me want to write another chapter.

The Black Pearl, yet another week later…

CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow was busy explaining to the islander, yet again, what exactly rum was. The wonderful captain decided to give the man an education and invited him to join the Black Pearl when it set sail. The islander consented and here he was, once again at the mercy of Jack and his 'lecture' about what rum is. I mean, bloody hell, this was the fifth time this week… and it was only Monday!

"See, what rum really is, is freedom. It's not just a bunch of ingredients in a bottle. That's what alcohol needs. What alcohol is, what rum is…"

"Jack, just shut up," Darla told him, upon hearing that poor Alex (the islander, that is) was being subjected to Jack's speech.

Jack looked up at the girl who had made him really itchy. Today she was dressed in a white cotton blouse and green silk breeches (the kind with the really wide legs). He squinted at the girl. "Darla, I've been meaning to ask… Where do you get all of your clothes?" By this time, Alex had managed to escape.

Darla looked at him solemnly. "Internet." With that she turned on her heal and walked away. She stood next to Anna. It didn't appear that she said anything, but after a moment, the pair started laughing.

Jack scowled at the lot of them and stormed to his room. What was the Internet?

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The Black Pearl, one month later…

Apparently, Alex didn't do well at sea and had a bad case of sea-sickness. Somehow, there wasn't enough room for him to sleep with the crew's cabin, so he ended up sleeping in the captain's suite with Jack. Jack managed to deal with it until one morning he work up to screeching. Groaning as he rolled over, he thought This is the last bloody straw!

He got out of the 'bed' and looked around for Alex to find that the only other occupant in the room was an orangutan. Jack grinned at the monkey and beckoned him over. The monkey shook his head and blew a raspberry at him.

Jack glared at the monkey, who, in response, started to do what would later be called 'the robot'.

Jack couldn't stop the smile that crept on his face. "That's one funky monkey."

"It's not a monkey," a voice in the doorway replied.

Jack looked up to see Darla standing there. "What?"

"It's not a monkey. An orangutan is a member of the great ape family."

"And just how do you know?"

"Internet."

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room.

"What the bleep is the Internet?"

A/N: Well, I don't think this is any good, but whatever. Maybe I just need to be tired before I can write good funny stuff.