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That night, they practically had to drag John away from the women at the bar since he was completely plastered. On the walk home he passed out so they had to drag him to the house.

"Does he get like this often," Keira asked.

"Well, for the last couple of years that I've come to visit him he likes to take me to bars since I'm old enough now to drink. I don't really know what he does when I'm not here but something tells me I don't want to know."

They dropped him off on his bed before making their way to the living room.

"Do you want to do anything special or do you want to turn in for the night," Orlando asked.

"How about we go and sit on the beach for a little while and look at the stars," Keira suggested running her hands through Orlando's hair.

"I'll meet you outside in a moment; I just want to check my e-mails really fast."

"I'll be waiting," she said alluringly before stepping outside.


Orlando went over to the computer but didn't go online right away. He reached inside of his pocket and took out the object that he found the other day on the street when he was going to campus. It was a small, gold medallion that had a skull on it. He wanted to try and see if he could do a search for it and try to identify it. He signed onto a search engine that they used in school and put in some characteristics about it to see if there was any sort of information there. John was the first person who got him interested in history. Now he had a dream of opening a history museum all about pirates.

"Let's see: gold, circular, skull on face, weather-worn. Click on search and..."

He waited a few minutes before one object came up. "Aztec huh, how did it end up in New York though?" He looked at it and ran it through his fingers before putting it back into his pocket and going outside to stay with Keira.


The next morning, John had a horrible hangover and he had to get to work within the next two hours. The first thing he smelled was bacon. He got dressed and went downstairs to find the two lovebirds eating breakfast and watching the morning news.

"Morning John, come eat with us," Keira said.

Orlando swallowed his food. "Yeah, Keira isn't bad in the kitchen."

"Well, I am going to the culinary arts school."

"Want to be a chef huh," John said pouring some coffee.

"Ever since I was a little girl and liked to bake cookies for my father." Keira made him a plate and they all watched the news, or shoveled food into their mouths.

"Got to go into the office today. I hope the two of you can find some ways of entertaining yourselves."

"We were thinking about taking a swim in the water," Keira said.

"We were?"

"Don't even know what your girl is planning for you. You'll make a fine husband someday," John said patting Orlando on the back.

"But I didn't even bring a suit with me."

"You can wear your shorts you know. People do it all the time."

"See you all later," John said. His leg brushed against Orlando's and he stopped.

"You will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Are you alright John," Orlando asked. John shook his head and blinked a few times.

"You sort of zoned out for a minute there," Keira asked putting an arm on his shoulder.

The man almost jumped out of his skin. "That was a bit odd," John said going to get his coat and keys.

"What was," Orlando asked going to meet him at the door.

"Tell you later."


He ran to his car and went inside without starting the key at first.

"What was that," he asked himself out loud.

That quote seemed like something he'd said but of course but he knew he never said it. He took a few calming breaths before starting the car and getting to the paper.

"Captain Sparrow eh?"


"Someone's going to pay," John said.

A person, with a car he'd never seen before, had parked in his usual parking spot. He was forced then to find any spot which of course was near the back of the building. Grumbling all the way to the door, he didn't notice the young woman and bumped into her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said fussing over the dropped papers she had held.

"It's my fault miss," John said helping her to pick them up. When he finally looked up to her, he looked straight into her eyes. They were the warmest brown he'd ever seen (and her face wasn't bad either).

"I really have to be getting these to my car," she said rushing to get out of there. She moved away from him before he turned once more.

"What's your name?"

"Zoe"

"It's nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you again soon sometime," John said before going inside to work smiling.


Hope you all enjoyed it. Keira pushing Orlando around just like any other woman of the time.

Zoe seems interesting huh...

Next chapter: the coin again and a rescue of sorts.

Later :-)