An Unexpected Journey
Summary: Two girls wake up somewhere they shouldn't.
Authors note: I know its kinda short at the moment but I will finish it asap. It started off as just a oneshot but I thought I could do something with this so I'm going to keep writing it!
Disclaimer: I do not own potc or any characters, mores the pity. Acutally I own Emily and Helen but thats it. I wish very much I owned Jack but I don't so there you go :(
Both girls sighed as the finishing credits rolled onto the screen and Helen reached for the remote. The two girls had watched hours of "Pirates" movies, it was now 3 am, and they were knackered. As Helen turned off the TV Emily climbed into her sleeping bag. "You know I actually wish he was real," she said.
"Who? Jack Sparrow?" asked Helen, "me too!" Both girls sighed again and Helen climbed into bed. "We'd better go to sleep," she said, "my parents will be mad if we stay up all night." Emily nodded, turned out the light and they closed their eyes to sleep. As they were drifting off the room seemed to lurch suddenly and then it was empty.
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Helen woke suddenly. Her bed seemed a lot less comfortable and the sheets were rumpled. She went to place her hand the wall to support herself as she sat up but the wall wasn't there. There had been a wall next to her bed as long as she could remember... Her eyes snapped open. It was definitely not her bed. Emily was sprawled at the other end, still fast asleep. Helen looked round; the walls were wooden and one side was curved. There was a closet against the wall and a dirty blue coat draped over it. It was then she noticed the movement and as she listened , the sound of the sea. Springing up she shook Emily who groaned and opened her eyes. "What time is -," she started. Then her eyes widened and she sat up, "err, where are we?" she asked. The two of them heard footsteps and they froze, their eyes fixed on the door. It opened and a man in a shirt and breeches walked in. The girls looked at each other; there was no mistaking those dreadlocks or the kohl-smudged eyes; Captain Jack Sparrow!
Jack noticed as soon as he walked through the door; two girls sat on his bed. One blonde, one brunette. "What?" he exclaimed. He could see them grinning excitedly at each other. An idea hit him, "are you my...present?" he asked slowly, "a small gift from a thoughtful crew to a lonesome and somewhat bored captain?"
Emily raised an eyebrow, "no..." she said.
"Didn't think so," replied Jack. "The crew would rather sell their souls to Davy Jones than do anything thoughtful for poor old Jack."
Helen cocked her head, "do you need cheering up?" she asked. Emily crawled forward to sit on the end of the bed next to Helen, "we don't mind bringing some amusement to your day," she said. Jack grinned and they saw a glimpse of gold, "well now you mention it, I have been feeling a bit down," he sighed theatrically. He sat down between them with an arm round each girl. "Now tell me," he growled, "what exactly did you have in mind?" They each put a hand on his chest and pushed him gently backwards so he was lying back on the bed. They straddled a leg each and Emily took his bottom lip between her teeth while Helen ran her fingers down his chest.
The door banging open made them jump. Emily and Helen quickly sat up and Jack heaved himself up onto his elbows. Gibbs stood in the doorway, "mothers love!" he exclaimed, "what are you doing Jack? Where did they come from?"
"What does it look like," winked Jack. Helen and Emily sheepishly climbed off him and he sat up properly. "As for where they came from I have no idea meself but it doesn't really strike me as important at this moment in time. Now what do you want that is so pressing you see fitting to disturb me when I am so obviously very busy?"
Gibbs blinked then understood, "you're wanted at the wheel," he replied, then he stopped, "Lord! Jack, you do know those girls are wearing trousers?"
Jack rolled his eyes, "well you won't have to be worrying about that for long, aye?"
"They're our pyjamas," Emily explained.
"They're what?" asked Jack and Gibbs together.
"Pyjamas," said Helen, "we sleep in them.
Jack and Gibbs looked at each other; the girls were obviously crazy. "Following on from that subject," continued Emily, "there aren't any clothes on board we could borrow are there?"
Jack motioned towards the closet, "they might be a bit big for ye," he shrugged, "but they're cleaner than the rest of the clothes here." Helen opened the closet and picked up a greyish shirt between her thumb and forefinger, "clean?" she asked. Emily muffled a snort. Jack looked affronted, "if you don't want it..." he began, but the girls cut off. They picked out a shirt and pair of trousers each. Then looked at Jack expectantly.
"What?" he asked. They looked at the door then back at him.
"We're not going to change in front of you," Emily explained.
"I don't mind," Jack said smiling slightly.
"Well we do," said Helen.
"Sorry to disappoint you girls, but seeing as this is my ship, I do not have to do what you tell. However, I will face the wall if it makes you feel better." He turned around.
Knowing this was the best they were going to get Emily and Helen pulled on the clothes. They couldn't stop themselves from laughing as they looked at each other. The shirts almost reached their knees and the trousers had to be held up at all times while they tripped over the ends. Hearing them giggling Jack looked round. He grinned when he saw them. Emily staggered over to the bed, tripped over the ends and flew onto it as Helen laughed so much she fell over herself. Emily kicked the trousers off, the shirt was large enough without them but floated around far too much. She remembered a style one of her friends had worn a lot back at home. "You don't have any belts do you?" she asked.
Helen caught on, "yes ones that would fit us though," she added also kicking off the huge trousers. Jack rolled his eyes and reached into the closet. He pulled out strips of cloth, "these will have to do," he said, "any proper belts would just fall off."
The girls wound the cloth around their waists. At least they held the material in. Helen started to laugh again. "What?" asked Emily.
"I am sooo glad we slept in our underwear!" she said.
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