Disclaimer-ma-bob-I do not own Jack Sparrow. Only in my dreams. Good dreams to, love.

Ah, we meet again. I told you of my current situation in my last entry, but, now, something new is going on. The wench was screaming at me so I went in to give her a good wallop. She decided, just before I bludgered her in the head, to tell me that she overheard me and Gibbs talking of why we were going to Tortuga. Only to get some scallywag's opinion on where he thought the best place to search for treasure. She said her father had passed recently and a pirate from tortuga was the cause of it. She said she knew of some treasure that her father had buried on a distant island to hide from the scurvy dogs who be tryin' to take it from 'im. Now, don't forget that this lass shot me. Do you think I should believe her? I think not. But, I told her we would go on the account to shut her the 'ell up. So, I left to my cabin and looked at the map to see of this supposed island called Gevaar Island. Gevaar supposedly meaning danger in some foreign language or the other. So, I wrote down the name and tried to look for it on the map. No where. So, I was to trust this lass who insulted my wonderful rum? Alright, I would play along. This island just happened to start to interest me. But, I was getting a bit restless so I got out my rum. Wait, my rum is never NOT out. So, I grabbed it and just drank. Drank until the fog appeared in my eyes. "Ah, well, good enough." I said as I lay back and put my feet up on my desk.

"Do you always talk to yourself Mr. Sparrow?"

"Gah! Who let you out?"

"A tall thin one with white hair, Captain. I told him I'd be a good little wench and just come tell you of my new discovery."

What is your new discovery, so damned important then???

"Nothing really, but, I just needed to get some air. She smiled in a way that made we want to slap her for being so jolly. I smirked at this remark.

"Love, you've just stowed away on my ship and locked below deck, what are you so happy about now?"

"You're a legend where I'm from Mr. Sparrow. And, I knew if I got you angry enough, you would fire upon my ship. Leaving me, the sad, poor little girl, no where to swim but onto your ship. See? I'm not a stalker or the like my fellow Gentleman O' Fortune, but, I was beginning to get lonely on that furner of mine and I've heard so many stories about the wonderful Captain Jack Sparrow. When I saw your infamous ship, I hatched this plan. I believe my knowledge could help you to find one of the greatest treasures a pirate can ask for. So, before you throw me overboard, and feed me to them sharks like I know ye be wantin to do for a while now," With that statement said, she winks at me, like she knows that that's what I was thinking, " I think I could be ever so useful. Let's just say I have a 'sense' for finding treasure."

Then, she turned and walked out of my cabin. Still drunk out of my bloody mind, I slowly took it all in. Tryin' to understood what she meant be a 'sense' for finding treasure. Just for a split second I thought..."Could she be...? No, impossible."

That was quite a strange event for me. Yawn But, I'm getting sleepy now, so off I go, I. need. sleep.

Just as I start to drift off...

BOOM!

Oh for the love of the Sweet Trade!

Ok, loves. A bit rushed ending so, here it goes then.

Until I write again,

Captain Jack...SHIT!

Just... LATER!

Just tried to make it a bit more interesting. Good enough for ya? He He He! I AM SO FRIKKIN SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT THE DISCLAIMER THING IN THE OTHER TWO ENTRIES! I don't know how without re-submitting the whole story. Any help on that?