DISCLAIMER---Despite me numerous bloody efforts...I do not own...Jack Sparrow. Sobs And, sniffles since I'm on a 12-step program I have to admit that...I am not a...P...P...P...PIRATE! RUNS OUT OF THE ROOM TRYING TO FIND SCISSORS TO GET STRAIGHT-JACKET OFF

Because I feel you should hear of the goings-on today, I'm going to start off from my last entry.

So, I hear this bloody BOOM! that scares me half outta my breeches. I go to investigate and I see one of my crew members shaking hands with stalker-wench.

"What are you all doing? You seem to 'ave made some friends I see then? Yes, now, what WAS that noise?"

She smiles at me and says very calmly,

"Well, this kind man here was complaining of his knee 'urting him. So, I decided, since I had to do the same for my Uncle once, that I would stop his pain by putting his knee back into place. I 'adnt warned him and he got startled I 'spose. He shot a small hole in the deck."

She smiles and I don't know whether it's a 'I'm so happy I could strangle you' kind of smile or an 'I'm so making this man think I am so sweet and innocent and when he falls asleep I will stand above his bed, watching him' kind of smile. Ugh. I'm getting bloody goose-skinned thinking of it.

I turn to look at the not-so-small-hole Smitty has shot in my poor Pearl. I let out a sigh that let obviously everyone know I was annoyed, because my crew walked off leaving me alone with the Crazy. (That's my newfound nickname for her now, ya see?) She just looked up at me like I was a god. Well now, you'd be a git to argue with her, I mean, have you seen me? I cleared my throat and asked her,

"So lass, what is your name, then? We 'aven't been properly introduced. And, since I am the captain, I have a right to know the name of the one who has stowed away on my Black Pearl. And, since you can be a deranged psycho for all I know, I sure as hell better now a bit about ya, eh?"

I laughed with a sly grin.

"Well then, Captain. If you absolutely must know, My name is October."

I raised my eyebrows quite obviously at the odd name.,

" 'Tis my birth-month. I am just recently a lovely 18 years old."

Hmph. It's Legal. No, bad thoughts. Bad thoughts Jack.

"My mom died when I was quite young and my dad, who's life was the sea we now sail upon. He had nothing else. Besides me, who was rarely with him on his travels. 'Twas his boat you blew up. He was rather fond of it. But, since he knew of some people whom he's recently scammed out of a trade that were fairly angry with him, he thought best to hand me over his most prized possesion. Now, Do you feel that you need to know any more? Now that you know that I am very alone in this big mean world? Now that you know that you have destroyed the last thing I own of my father?"

I was quite dumb-founded.

"But, you said that it was your plan for me to destroy your ship. It was all a plan"

"YOU CAN'T TRUST WHAT I SAY!"

She shouts this right at my face. I was a little weiry about this one. She seemed...not all there, if you will.

"NO ONE CAN EVER TRUST WHAT I SAY DAMMIT! THAT'S WHY I'M HERE! MY FATHER SAID HE HAD TO LEAVE! I TOLD HIM HE'D BE SAFE! NO ONE WOULD HARM HIM OUT ON THE SEA! HE WAS SAFE! AND LOOK WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW! I'M STUCK HERE WITH THE MAN I GREW UP ADMIRING! AND I CAN'T EVEN BLOODY ENJOY IT!"

She then threw herself into my un-open arms. She was definitely a Crazy. What in the hell was I supposed to do then? Hug her back? This crazy wench who, she, herself, had told me not to believe a word she says? A kind of let my arms fall limp at my sides. She squeezed me like we were the best of friends. I have no idea why. Was she looking for...sympathy?

"I thought I knew! I saw it...in a dream. He was alright. But, no. My silly dreams get in everyone's way. I saw you in one of my dreams Jack. You were at a wedding. Our wedding. But, now that one of my dream's has failed to hold the truth, how am I supposed to know whether that will happen now. I just want to be here. Without my dreams. Without the people in my head. Telling me, 'Don't get on that boat October, it has dangerous explosives, and later on in the cruise, they will explode, causing 9 deaths and one very sad, drowning captain.' How am I to know anymore? Know how to be safe? That's why I need you. The treasure my dad left me, he needs me to find it. Soon. Otherwise, everyone I meet will be in danger. Grave danger. I need you to keep me safe. I need you to help me find it. Please. I've met you now, and that means, if I don't find it, you too, will...die. Please Captain Jack Sparrow. Please"

Oh, that was definitely not what I was expecting. She needed to be put in a looney bin. What in Davy Jones' Locker is happening to me? I, without even knowing it, had closed my eyes. I was even hugging her back as she spoke into my shoulder. I could hear her blow her nose into my shirt. Damn! This was clean, too. As I opened my eyes, I felt her pull away. I looked right into her eyes to, maybe, detect a lie. She met my gaze and held it. I shook it away. I, Captain Jack Sparrow, have lied a plenty. And, I detected no trace of lying in this girl's eyes. She, without warning, let out a gasp and fainted right onto my boots.

"You're not wearing a bloody corset are you, luv"

When one is faced with a situation much as this, on terms, such as these. There are only so few things you can do. So, I got a pot. No, I didn't hit 'er with it. I filled it with the cold salt water from the ocean. I threw it at her. No, not the pot, the water IN the pot. Of course, she awoke. She sputtered and coughed until I realized she was choking on the water. Damn damsels in distress. I lifted her up and patted her on the back. She sputtered some more and let out a shriek.

"Oh thank you! You've saved my life"

All I could do was roll my eyes. You know what I'm thinking to don't you?

Oh no, not another one.

"No luv, you probably need to rest. You don't look all that good."

Looks? I hadn't even looked at her much since the first time we, uh, 'met'. I did now. She was wearing a white shirt, clearly see-through at this point in time, with black pants and brown faded boots. Her hair was in a sopping pony-tail and she wore a tattoo of a large black ship on her neck. As I looked closer, it was...No! It couldn't be!

The Black Pearl.

Alright then.

I got her situated below deck and went and fetched her some rum. I forced her to drink it. Yo-Ho-Ho. That'll teach you to insult me rum! So, I was much to tired to write, but then I started to think. What was all this about voices in her head and her dad and trying to make me feel guilty and such. Just who IS this October girl. What was her story? All this I intended to find out. But for now, yawn I need some damn rest. Currently searching for me rum,

Captain Jack Sparrow

Alright folks, my fourth chapter. How did you like it? Rather interesting. huh? Yes, if you hadn't already concurred, she has 'dreams' of what is going to happen. Some use the 'P' word but I think that may be to 'cliche' if you will. Anyway, YUMMY THINGS ARE YET TO COME ME PRETTIES!