Chapter 5

While the two male pirates were still talking to Barbossa and Groves, Elizabeth was talking to Norrington.

"So, Super Garden Party Rooster, how long have you been putting on garden parties?"

"Ever since I first discovered the raison tea you and I have been drinking, and I got the Idea of throwing magnificent garden parties just like Jack Sparrow does." Norrington replied. "Sometimes it's just good to get away from the seriousness of being a commodore."

"Don't you ever get sick of throwing garden parties?" asked Elizabeth.

"Never. We have strippers." He whispered.

"Do the chicken-waiters strip?" asked Elizabeth, becoming the tiniest bit interested.

"No, Barbossa does."

Elizabeth gulped and took a sip of tea.

She decided to change the subject. "So you just come here and dress as a chicken and relax?"

James rolled his eyes. "I'm not a lowlife chicken. I'm an almighty rooster!" and with that James jumped on the stage.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo! Cock-a-doodle-doo I say! Cock-a-doodle-doo!" he then jumped off the stage and joined Elizabeth once more, feeling rather proud of himself. Elizabeth, however stood there with her jaw dropped. She quickly sculled her cup of tea to hide her surprised expression.

Just as everybody's favourite Super Garden Party Rooster was about to warn Miss Swann that if she consumed her tea too quickly she would get indigestion, a screaming man dressed as a chicken whizzed past on a sheep. It was Beckett. (The man not the sheep.)

"It's a horrible sound is it not?" Norrington remarked.

"T'is rather."Elizabeth replied, her voice like that of a proper British gentleman. "Wait, do you mean Beckett's screaming or the sheep's baaing?"

"The sheep's baaing of course. Nobody likes Beckett – we delight in hearing him scream. But the sheep's baaing! Why, it makes my ears shout ouchadoodle." Norrington told her with disgust.

"Oh I know!" said Elizabeth. "The sheep opens her mouth and says baa and you think that's all and she's done, but then the sheep continues, not only saying baa but saying baa-baa and you think 'Why! Why me!'" Elizabeth fell to her knees and cried.

"There, there, Elizabeth. It's okay." Norrington soothed.

Elizabeth looked up at him, determination burning in her eyes, "Why don't why do something about it? Why don't we campaign against sheep baaing and protest that Beckett should scream more often?"

Norrington looked sceptical at first but then he grinned like a maniac.

A little while later Elizabeth and Norrington stood on the stage with anti sheep-baaing signs and pro Beckett-screaming signs.

"Booooo! Down with sheep-baaing! Burn! BURN, I SAY!"

"Scream Beckett, scream and shout

If you don't scream we'll throw you – No Will I don't want your bread laces."

"Please Elizabeth!"

"No."

"Come on. I'll give you my CD which I recorded Beckett's screaming on." Will bribed her hopefully.

"All right."

So Will ruined Elizabeth's shoes by filling them with bread dough, while Elizabeth and Norrington basked in the glory of hearing Beckett scream and not a sheep's baa was to be heard.