"So Lifelike!"

By GirlX2

Thanks for all the great reviews everyone! Rest assured, this story is not about to be dropped. ;)

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Now that his hunger had been quenched, Jack found himself able to concentrate on more important things.

Specifically, how was he ever going to get home?

Dana, while a nice young woman, couldn't look after him like this forever. She was already fretting over leaving him home alone while she worked tomorrow. If only he had been his proper size he would have left almost instantly…but then he'd be trapped in a world he had no knowledge of. The bits he'd already learned about were confusing enough.

That was another sticking point. Even if he did go out on his own, he was the size of a bloody toy. Captaining a ship (or evading a large animal) while in this state didn't seem very likely.

Finding someone who could send him home seemed equally hopeless.

'Tia Dalma must be dead.' Jack though sadly. 'And even if she had descendants, the probability of finding one who could actually help me is…well, improbable.'

But then again, he'd pulled off the improbable before.

Dana and Matt chattered away above him, oblivious to his darkening mood. At least Matt seemed to have dropped his grudge against the Pirate. Being trapped in a giant futuristic world was hard enough without the whelp having it in for him. And on the plus side, Dana had found some rum in the back of her parent's liquor cabinet for him.

Jack sighed. What he wanted to do was get good and drunk. Then he'd only have a hangover to worry about.

Finally, Dana noticed the depressed pirate. She sat down next to him.

"We will get you home Jack." She said softly.

Jack gave her a sad smile. "And if you can't?"

Matt joined them on the couch. "Then we figure something else out. Complications will be encountered and overcome."

"I like the sound of that." Jack said, smiling for real.

"I know what will lighten the mood." Dana disappeared into the kitchen.

"Oh good God." Matt groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"What?"

"She's bringing out the chocolate ice cream."

"And that's bad?"

Matt gave the pirate a tired look. "It is for me."

Dana returned a few minutes later carrying mismatched bowls.

"If you though pizza was good, this is gonna blow your mind." She announced, sitting between the two men.

Jack started at the lump of brown in the bowl. "What exactly is that?"

"Its just was it sounds like, cream that's been flavored and frozen."

Jack shrugged. "Doesn't sound that extraordinary."

"Just try some." Dana scooped up a little in a tiny plastic spoon (Like the sample size as Baskin Robbins) and handed it to him.

"You keep feeding him that stuff and he's gonna get sick." Matt cautioned her.

"You eat junk three times a day and you're fine." Dana pointed out. "Not to mention his diet probably wasn't that healthy beforehand."

Jack, finding himself ignored by the arguing teens, took a cautious lick of the gooey substance. The chilliness of the treat momentarily blinded the pirate to the taste. Living in the Caribbean he'd only had truly cold food on his more lengthy adventures. The somewhat familiar taste of chocolate slowly overcame the cold, and he took another lick.

"Not bad." He conceded. "Although I think I like that bubbly drink better."

"Who knew Jack would appreciate a run and coke?" Matt said sarcastically.

"Ahh, tha' explainsss why the rum's gone." Jack slurred his speech slightly more than usual.

"Yeah, that and you drank it." Dana pointed out. Jack shrugged.

"Okay, we've already corrupted him with TV and fast food. Anything else you want to expose him to?" Matt asked.

"I think we're good for today." Dana rolled her eyes.

"Great." Matt flipped the channels on the TV. " 'The Simpsons' are about to come on anyway."

Jack watched as the screen filled with what appeared to be living drawings.

"What in the blood hell is that?"

"Its just another type of moving picture. They draw a bunch of little pictures, each one slightly diff-"

"Magic drawings." Matt cut her off.

"Ahh." Jack nodded.

"I could have explained it!" Dana grumbled.
"Do you really want to take the time?"

"Um…"

"Like I said, magic drawings."

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As soon as the credits began to roll, the phone rang. Dana (whos ankle felt amost normal) quickly answered.

"Hello? Oh! Um…yeah, that sounds great. Love you too Mom." Dana's eyes went wide.

"My Mom's on her way home!"

"So? Just hideout in your room." Matt shrugged.

"I can't, my little cousin's are coming over for a sleepover!" Dana practically wailed. "And they'll want me to play with them the whole freakin' time, not to mention sleep in my room. If they find Jack, we're screwed."

Jack was starting to get alarmed. "So what do we do?"

"I don't know." Dana groaned. "Unless…"

She looked hopefully at Matt.

"Oh no. No freakin' way. Not gonna happen!"

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An hour later found Matt loaded down with the wine crate bedroom and the miniature pirate.

"How did you talk me into this?" He grumbled, shoving the box into the passenger seat.

"I made you remember how much you love me." Dana smiled. "Besides, its only twenty four hours. After work tomorrow I'll pick him up."

Jack's gaze kept jumping back and forth between the two. "I really don't like this idea Love."

"I know but there's no other way. And Matt promised to be nice, right Matt?" Dana poked his shoulder.

"Ye-es." He sighed.

Dana set the pirate into the box. "It'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wonderful." Jack groaned as the door slammed shut. Matt slid into the other seat.

"You're not gonna freak out again, are you?" He asked.

"No, I'm not going to 'freak out.'" Jack growled.

Matt squinted in annoyance at the pirate. "I'm only doing this because I love Dana. If it were up to me, you'd be right back in the Caribbean."

"That makes two of us." Jack grumbled, flopping onto the bed.

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