(Since I finished one story, I'm starting another.I'm gonna use the same system I did with the last, I won't continue until I get at least 5 reviews.This story is very self explanatory.read it.its not hard.quiet amusing.but not the BEST.R&R.u kno my policy on flames.they help.so please review.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.just like the rest of the pirate fanatics.*sigh*

Chapter 1

"Aye, I knew 'im." The man said with a gruff voice. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "And what's it to you Mr."

"Smith, Smithy if you wish."

"JACK!!!"

"Keep it down Gibbs, I'm not here." Jack pulled the cloak farther over his head to hide his dark eyes from the crowd passing by the bar.

"Whom is the notorious Jack Sparrow hidin' from, if I may ask?" Gibbs whispered.

When the crowd passed Jack replied. "Elizabeth, the bloody lass has been after me since young William turned out to be queer, and left her for a man. I fear she's fallen for me."

"She seems like a nice girl, mate, why not give her a chance?" asks Gibbs.

"Are you daft, Gibbs, she turned Will into a bloody queer, I can't imagine what she'll do to me. Rumor has it she made the commodore into a Eunich." Jack gulped and looked down into his lap.

"Aye." He said while downing another pint of beer. "So what brings you here?"

"The way I see it, if I can get Will and Elizabeth back together, she won't stalk me anymore."

"Do you know where the whelp is?"

"No idea."

"You get some rest, and I'll see if I can find out anything." Gibbs patted Jack on the back and told him he would pay for his room in the Pony Inn.
"Thank you, Gibbs, but I think I'll stay here a bit longer." Jack watched as his friend left the bar. He pulled out a half empty bottle of rum and began to entertain himself, by humming the tune to his favorite song.

Jack didn't notice when a young woman took a seat next to him, she had hazel eyes, and curly brown hair. Her tan matched his, and she was wearing a thick hooked cloak like Jacks. She ordered rum, straight. No ice, not water, just rum.

By now Jack was paying attention. She seemed to be stressed, she stood out. She wasn't a prostitute. Jack turned to face her. "Can I buy you a drink, milady?"

She only glared at Jack. She took her drink and left the bar. Jack wasn't about to give up that easily, he followed her out, and called to her. "Wait, was it something I said?"

The woman turned around. "Why is that the first thing men always say when they get rejected?"

"I don't know, luv, but I'm not used to getting rejected." Jack said with a sly smile.

"Well you better get used to it soon." She continued walking, but this time Jack didn't follow.

(How's that for a first chapter? R&R!!!)