(Okay, I'm terribly sorry about the wait, but this thing called 'life' insists on happening despite my pleading for it to stop for a moment whilst I write. Oh well. Here's chappy 9!)

D.C. The mouse owns it.

"What?" I said.

"I can fix your father's boat, so you won't get in trouble." Jack repeated. I shook my head at him.

"My father's boat is beyond repair." I said. "You can't fix it. It's not possible."

"Not probable!" Jack insisted. "But definitely possible."

"Try me." I challenged.

"I promise, it will be fixed by noon tomorrow."

"Haven't you gotten me in enough of a mess yet!" I asked. "Jack, you can't fix it. End of story."

"You're forgetting one very important thing, Love. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow...Savvy?" Jack said. "Now, if you'll excuse me." he said, starting for the back door with that stupid drunk strut of his.

"Jack, it's not a wooden boat, it's made from a material that wasn't invented until a hundred years after your time! Listen to me you bilge rat. You. Can't. Do it." I said. Jack smiled at me over his shoulder knowingly and went back outside. I screamed, then took a deep breath. "What more can it do to the thing, right?" I asked myself.

While everyone else ate pizza that night, I shut myself in my betdroom to think about the day's events. My three best friends hated me, I had done two things I'd regret for the rest of my life--and one that I'd smile about for the rest of my life.

Anna had been right about one thing though, I was stupid for drinking, I was more stupid for driving my dad's boat, and I was the most stupid person ever for doing both at the same time. Chelsea was mad at me for telling her to come back (which she did before supper with her beloved "Norry's" persuasion). Alicia was mad at me for demanding that Elizabeth and the others be kept inside, Anna was mad at me for 'demoralizing' myself, and I was mad at me for all of the above. I had to put everything right again, I just didn't know how.

I laid back and closed my eyes, thinking hard, my mood music (Rent, of course) playing on my CD player. I must have dozed off, because I didn't open my eyes until the next morning, with Jack's face inches from my own. I bolted upright, frightened, and my forehead met his nose with a sickening crack. He yelped in pain and covered it.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed, grabbing the covers and pulling them up to my neck modestly, yet for no reason considering the fact that I was fully clothed. Jack mumbled painfully from under his hand.

"I'b fibished."

"You're what?" I asked.

"I'b fibished wif da boad. I's fised." he repeated. "Cab'd eben tell wad 'abbened." he tenderly touched his nose and looked at his fingers. After deciding he wasn't bleeding he smiled at me. "Why're you so intent on 'urting me, Love?"

"I'm not, I swear. Are you okay?" I asked.

"No 'arm done, really. But what about you?"

"What about me?"
"My incredibly intuitive sense of the female mind tells me that you are troubled."

"Does it?" I asked.

"It does. So let's 'ave it out, Love."

"My friends hate me and it's your fault."

"My fault? Why is that?"

"You got me drunk. You kissed me..."

"Touche." he nodded. "By the way, Anna's been in your brother's room for hours. She's asked not to be disturbed, but she'd like you to come talk to her about something."

"Okay. I will." I said. He smiled and turned to leave. "Jack?"

"Aye?"

"Did you really fix my father's boat?"

"Good as new, Love. Good as new." he said. "Oh and Will fixed your dock as well."

"Thank you." I said, truly grateful.

"You're very welcome, Love."