Thanks to all of you for the awesome reviews, you are what keeps me wanting to post! Also, the Jack "biker look" was a first choice for his makeover, but I looked, and my dad has no leather in his closet, I had to go with the t-shirt and jeans, sorry.... anyway....thanks for the reviews, you want more, keep writing 'em. I am finished with this story, I just need to post it. KUDOS!!!!

Disclaimer: I...don't....own....ah, who am I kidding? I own it! I own it all! Muahahahaha!!! Just kidding, I do own the movie, and the special lost disc! Take that Disney! Ha!

Chapter Five

"There's a Strange Man Using Your Paddleboat."

As you can imagine, keeping all of this a secret from our neighbors was not an easy chore. Jack especially didn't want to stay indoors, what with the water right there in the backyard, and keeping them cooped up indoors was mean, so we devised a plan to get them out of the house. Anna decided to take Elizabeth shopping at the mall, (after dressing her in some of my clothes and teaching her how to speak some modern English) and Alicia took Barbossa and Will to run some errands in Albany, where she and Anna lived, about ten minutes away from my house. She had to take care of she and Anna's dogs, Oz and Gorrion (Spanish for Sparrow), and buy some groceries, 16th century pirates can eat a lot. Chelsea and Norrington had disappeared some time ago, no one quite knew when or where they had gone.

Jack had stayed home with me, he was absorbed in a television show on the History Channel, and I had promised to take him out in the paddleboat if he changed into some regular clothes. He wasn't very pleased, but after some threats from me, he agreed to a change of clothes. I left him in the living room, still glued to the tv screen, and I went to get some of my dad's clothes for the pirate captain in my living room. I managed to find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while I was digging through my father's dresser, and I brought them out in the living room.

"Jack?" I called. No answer. "Jack?!" still no answer. I looked around for him, but I couldn't find him. There was a knock on the door. I dropped the clothes on the floor and went to answer it. My neighbor, Missy stood outside, a confused look on her face.

"There's a strange man using your paddleboat." she said.

"What?" I asked.

"There's a strange man outside using your paddleboat, I thought you'd like to know." she repeated. "He's dressed weird too. Halloween isn't for another four months." I looked out the kitchen window into my backyard. There was Captain Jack Sparrow, using a broom to row my paddleboat away from the shore. I closed my eyes painfully and bit my lip. "Do you know him?"

"Umm...Well..." I knew I couldn't tell her the truth, so I decided to steal a line from Jack, Missy wasn't a Pirates of the Caribbean fan, so she wouldn't recognize it. "He's a...distant cousin of my aunt's nephew, twice removed...lovely singing voice though, eunuch."

"What? Oh-kay then." she said.

"You don't believe me, do you?" I asked.

"Nope." she said simply.

"Then you really wouldn't believe the true story."

"Try me."

"Alright. Five characters from Pirates of the Caribbean appeared in my kitchen pantry on Monday afternoon." I said.

"You're right. I don't believe you." she agreed.

"I told you you wouldn't."

"Well, then, where are the other four?"

"Elizabeth is with Anna at the mall in St.Cloud, Barbossa and Will are with Alicia in Albany, and Chelsea and Norrington are-- well-- I'm not quite sure where they are exactly."

"Are you serious?"

"You have no idea." I told her. I went out to the beach, Missy followed. "Jack! Inside! Now!" I demanded, accenting my anger with a stomped foot and a finger pointed to the ground at my feet. He turned his head in the direction of my shout, but made no move to come back to shore. "JACK!!" I yelled. Missy shook her head.

"I don't think he's coming." she said.

"God, I had no idea he was this stubborn."

"Pirate." Missy said. Apparently she was more of a Pirates of the Caribbean fan than I had thought. I narrowed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Jack Sparrow get your ruddy pirate arse back here this instant!" I could tell that he sensed my anger. He contemplated returning for a moment, but went back to rowing with the broom. "Ooo...that's it." I ran out onto the deck and began lowering the boat lift. My father's precious speedboat hit the water with a splash and I grabbed the keys from the lockbox on the underside of the dock.

"What are you doing?" Missy asked.

"We're going to take Jack for a little ride." I said.

"Your father would kill you."

"It's not like it's illegal, I have my license."

"But this boat is like your father's second daughter." Missy said. And she spoke the truth. My dad had four kids. My two little brothers, me, and this boat. It was because of my father's love for this boat that I understood Jack's love for the Black Pearl. "You're practically stealing it."

"The nautical term is comandeering. Besides, I'm only borrowing it--borrowing without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back." I said, climbing into the boat and inserting the key in the ignition. Missy stood on the dock with crossed arms.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asked.

"Pirate." I said simply. She rolled her eyes and climbed in. I fired up the engine and went full throttle towards Jack's miniscule paddleboat. The look on his face was priceless as I made a sharp turn, just missing him, but tipping him over in my wake. I made a U-Turn and went back to pick the scallywag up. I smiled wryly at him as I pulled him up into the boat. He looked like a drowned rat.

"Bloody woman! Ye almost drowned me!"

"That was the point you bilge rat."

"Watch yer mouth girl."

"I don't have to. So long as you're here, you must abide by my rules or you could get in more trouble than Norrington of Barbossa would ever present you with." I warned him.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. There's nothing you could possibly subject me to that I couldn't get meself out of, savvy?" Jack said.

"How about prison? All orange jumpsuits, no women, no alcohol, and male bonding rituals that would leave even the most seasoned pirate with a pain in the butt--literally." Missy and I exchanged sly, knowing glances with smirks while Jack stared at us in confusion. I shook the disturbing thought of a burly man in an orange jumpsuit taking advantage of Jack in an orange jumpsuit from my mind and shifted the boat to full throttle again. Enjoying my captainship I did a few laps around the lake then took the boat back to shore. Jack was holding onto the seat so tightly when we got back that we nearly had to pry him off.

"So Captain Sparrow, what do you think, the boats of the future?" I asked him as we helped him wobble into the house, his shaky legs weren't much support.

"I'll take the Pearl anyday, lass."

"Now you know why they call me Captain."

"You've got a lot to learn, love."

"I'd like to see you control that boat Captain Sparrow."

"And I'd like to see you navigate anything larger than this pond." Jack said. I dropped the arm I was supporting him by and went back in the house, slamming the door behind me.

I hated Jack Sparrow.

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