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Escape from Reality

Chapter 10: The Midget and More Whacking

At midday, Jack took us out to port to inspect the pirate crew. Well, he took Will. I followed, having nothing better to do.

"So this," Will gestured around at the group of…well…pirates…AND MIDGET! Don't ever forget about the midget, "is your 'able-bodied' crew?"

Jack stopped in front of a skinny pirate with gray-ish hair and a parrot on his shoulder. "You! Sailor!"

"Cotton, sir," Mr. Gibbs replied. He was the one who alerted Jack that he had assembled a crew.

"Mr. Cotton," Jack apologized, sort of…"do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?"

I blinked. Wow. That was one thing I didn't remember from the theaters.

"Mr. Cotton! Answer, man!" Jack had continued.

"He's a mute," Gibbs told Jack as the man showed him the…er—handiwork of the man who cut out his tongue. "Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so we taught the parrot to talk for him. No one's sure how, though."

Jack quickly repaired his mistake by saying, "Mr. Cotton's…parrot. Same question." I had a fit of silent giggles at the sheer irony of it.

The bird squawked back, "Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!"

"Mostly we figure that means 'yes,'" Mr. Gibbs added.

"Of course, it does!" Jack replied, then he turned to Will and I. "Satisfied?" He inquired to Will, much like I would inquire of my mother when she made me do something I didn't want to do. That made me burst into more giggles.

"Well," Will answered, "you've proved them all mad."

A few moments of silence passed then a question was heard from way down the line. "What's the benefit for us?"

Jack slowly and cautiously walked down the port (Will and I in tow) until he reached what he was looking for. A figure with a huge hat on was at the end of the line. The hat was covering their face.

Jack whipped off the hat to find an old friend…or enemy. I didn't know then and I don't know now. "Anamaria," he muttered with a slight smirk lingering on his face. And totally out of the blue, she slaps him.

Well, maybe not totally, because Jack is quite the player, but you get what I mean.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say you didn't deserve that one either?" I asked him as innocently (and straight-faced) as I could muster.

"No, that one I deserved," Jack said with a grimace of pain replacing his smug grin.

"You stole my boat!" Anamaria justified her actions.

"Actually—" WHACK! "—borrowed, borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you."

"But you didn't!"

"You'll get another one!"

She pointed a menacing finger at his nose. "I will."

"A better one," Will added.

"A better one!" Jack agreed.

Will pointed to the Interceptor. "That one."

"What one?" Jack asked Will. "That one?!" He considered for a second, clearly defeated. "Aye. That one. What say you?" He asked the pirate crew.

"Aye!" They all screamed separately, but quite unified at the same time. Anamaria stomped rather threateningly to the boat, stealing her hat back from Jack and shoving it on her head.

"Oh, no, it's terrible luck to bring a woman aboard, Captain," Gibbs informed Jack, shooting a nervous glance at me. Argh, I'm hit (Sorry, couldn't resist)! I glared at him. I may not be an extreme feminist, but I am one for equal treatment of men and women.

"It'd be worst luck not to," Jack replied with an off-task swerve and a random banana appeared in his hand. I shrugged at Will and we followed him onto the ship.

A/N: Couldn't think of any good ideas for this one, but I did my best. Onto reviewer replies! (As I so cleverly called them)

Lordoftheringsfanficreader and Kurama13—I feel special! You people reviewed more than once! It's like a have a mini, extra-large fan club (don't ask)! You deserve something special -tries to think of something; fails miserably-. I don't know anything yet, but one I think of something I'll let you know.

Xylem—Dang loopholes. Always get you at the worst time. Oh, well. This isn't exactly a romance; at least I don't want it to be. Jack is just being his normal self and I'm trying to write myself to be disgusted with it. I think I'm gonna need to revise this some more, aren't I?

katie (uuuuuuppppppp )— You're dad's a pastor? Shweet. Power to the Jesus freaks! Did you read my other story in the Bible section? It's called, 'Haha! You Lose!' Don't be turned off by the title, it's good (or so I've been told).