CHAPTER EIGHT
And the Moral of the Story is: Don't Ever Kiss A Pirate.

(Okay, so...yeah, January 24, 2005...that was the last time I updated this story. It is now July 17, 2006...don't hurt me. This thing was finished at the beginning of my sophomore year and now I'm a senior and it is in no way anywhere near a great story. If you want to read my good stuff, check out my other stories. This was written purely for fun between 3 of my best friends and I.)
(D.C. I don't own them)

"It's not that bad, Love." Jack said, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess it won't be terrible until my parents get home and my dad has me arrested."
"Well, unitl then, enjoy your freedom."
"You're right."
"You just need to relax, Love. Come here." Jack moved behind me and began to rub my shoulders. Immediately the tension melted away, adding the thought that it was really Johnny Depp rubbing my shoulders really put me in heaven.par tab "Oh my God, Anna has nothing on you." I said. Anna, who would be going to school for massage therapy after highschool always used me for practice (not that I minded) but Jack's strong hands beat her massages any day. He kept going and I closed my eyes. This was every Jack Sparrow fan's dream, and I was living it. I put my head back to look at him, and in true pirate fashion, he took advantage of the opportune moment and kissed me full on the lips.
"KEIRA?" exclaimed someone behind us. It was Anna, Elizabeth in tow, both with shocked looks on their faces. I stood up and pushed Jack away quickly. He jumped up too and I slapped him across the face; hard.
"Not sure I deserved that." Jack said. Anna and Elizabeth turned around and went back to the house.
"Anna, wait!" I called, running after them.
"Keira, wait!" Jack shouted, running after me.
"Anna! I swear I didn't--" I started.
"No, really, I was just going to ask you a question." she said. "It can wait. You two go at it." She continued on her way into the house with me right behind her.
"Anna, listen, please!"
"Keira, you don't need to explain to me. It's your choice if you want to make out with a man your father's age, go ahead. I'm not stopping you."
"It wasn't like that! He kissed me!" I insisted.
"Have you been drinking or something?" Anna asked, the smell of alcohol on my breath was stronger than I'd thought.
"Umm...well..." I stammered.
"So, you're the one who stole my dad's rum from our cupboard!"
"What! Me! What are you talking about? I wasn't even at your house. I've been here all week!"
"Well how else did you get it then, huh? You can't buy it."
"Jack had it. He said Barbossa got it for him."
"And where exactly did Barbossa get it, then?"
"Like I know!"
"Keira, I am really disappointed in you. This isn't like you! Where did my best friend go?" Anna asked. "The Keira Edwards I know doesn't drink, steal or kiss men almost thirty years older than her. And don't think I didn't see your dad's boat out there--or, what's left of it anyway."
"First of all," I began with my voice calm and quiet. "I did not steal anything. I had no way of knowing where Jack got that rum. Secondly, I don't know what I was thinking when I drank that rum or when I took my dad's boat-- I guess I really wasn't thinking...And thirdly-- I did not kiss Jack. He kissed me."
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it." she said angrily. I gave her an
"umm, duh!" kind of look. "He's 42! You're 17! He could get arrested!"
"He's a fictional character!" I shouted. "Hello, officer, yes I'd like to report a statutory rape; name: Jack Sparrow, age 42. Subject is dressed like a pirate and is driving a large ship with black sails, birthdate: July 17th, SIXTEEN FORTY-THREE!" I exclaimed sarcastically, my hands flailing out to my sides.
"It doesn't matter! My point is; I thought you had better morals than that! I'm going to make dinner now. Liz?" Anna said. Elizabeth, who had been standing behind us silently, stepped forward. "Let's go. I'll show you how to make pizza."
"Sweet!" Elizabeth said gleefully, clearly her 21st century English lessons had paid off. She looked like she belonged here. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, she was wearing a pair of my jeans and,
"Elizabeth, is that a Pirates of the Caribbean t-shirt?" I asked her. She smiled and pulled off her corduroy jacket.
"Yeah, it's got Will on it. What do you think?" she did a turn to show off her new outfit. "That mall is huge. It was so awesome. Anna and I went to every shop, and then got this drink called an Orange Julius. Then there were these guys who followed us around. They were so--how do you say it again, Anna?"
"Hot." Anna said.
"Oh yeah, totally hot. Gorgeous."
"I'm glad you had fun." I said half-heartedly.
"Yeah, I wish I didn't have to go back to Port Royal. I could do this everyday." Elizabeth said sadly. "I'm really going to miss this place."
"Well, I'm sure we've got awhile, Liz." Anna said.
"I hope so...So, pizza?" Elizabeth said, following Anna into the kitchen. "What's that?" I sighed and sat down on the couch.

The back door opened and Jack came through it with a sheepish look on his face. "Ugh, what do you want now?" I groaned. "I can fix your father's boat." Jack said timidly.

Well, there you are. A year and a half later, but hey, better late than never, right? I'm going to finish off this story by the end of the week, I promise. R&R if you want to :D