As I walked to the docks, I reflected on the man I had met the previous night. He was a pirate, with tanned skin weathered by years at sea, dark eyes that twinkled with mischief, and a smile that would make most women swoon. He probably had many fascinating stories to tell.

I reached the dock, looking at where my boat should have been. But it wasn't there. I turned to watch my boat fade into the distance, suddenly realizing who was onboard. Oh, I would kill that man…

"Captain Jack Sparrow," I growled. "The bloody bastard stole my boat!"