A/N: Just to let everyone know this is my first Pirates of the Caribbean fic. So just let me know if there is anything wrong with any characters. I don't think there will be much to worry about though because it's not like I'm going to make Jack…er… Captain Jack go sober or anything.

Disclaimer-  Me: Come on Jack say it *holds a bottle of rum over the edge of the ship*

Jack: Not me rum! Come on now, love, don't do anything stupid…

Me: *uncorks the bottle of rum and dumps a little of it out*

Jack: Ok, ok! Howe does not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Only the characters she made up! Now give me my rum! *lunges for the rum*

Turbulence jolted the plane, rattling the objects in the over head compartments.

"When is this storm going to pass?" grumbled a young woman to her friends next to her. She glared at the lightening flashing outside her window.

"Stop complaining and just buzz the flight attendant for a pillow if you want to sleep, Sara," sighed her friend Todd. "Besides if you keep talking you'll wake up Steve-O here." Todd poked his companion next to him.

"To late for that," muttered a sleepy Steve.

Another jolt shook the plane shaking Steve out of his sleepy state. The pilots voice was heard crackling over the intercom, "We are experiencing a lot of turbulence so I'll have to ask you all to remain seated for the remainder of the flight into Kingston, Jamaica." The intercom clicked off earning a few groans from the other passages on the plane. The plane jumped again only this time more violently and the cabin lights flickered off for a few seconds.

"Aww, if this keeps up we'll never get to our excavation site!" Sarah complained again. 'This is defiantly not a side of the Caribbean I wanted to see!' She closed her eyes listening to Todd and Steve talk about their old girlfriends. Guys, they never change she thought to herself.

The plane suddenly bounced the engines outside stopping and the lights shutting off completely. Panicked shouts and screams filled the cabin of the aircraft as passengers panicked in the darkness. The plane started to slope downward picking up speed.

"Crap," muttered Todd.

People around them jumped from their seats trying to reach the cockpit of the plane only to be stopped by the flight attendants.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God…" prayed Steve. His knuckled turning white from grasping the armrests, eyes shut.

More lightening flashed outside giving Sarah a brief glimpse of the churning ocean below. Death, what's it like she wondered. Reaching for Todd's arm she prepared for impact. Tears were now streaking from her dark blue eyes.

'I love you guys.' She mouthed to Steve and Todd.

The impact with the sea was like a train hitting a brick wall. The whole front half of the plane was ripped off by the impact and the tail end quickly filled with salt water.

Sarah's face struck the tray table in front of her, stars exploded in front of her eyes.

'Need to get out!!" her mind screamed as she struggled with the seatbelt. Once free she groped around in the dark for Todd and Steve. Not finding them she pushed off the seat and swam her way to the front of the plane. Feeling her way along the ceiling of the cabin Sarah finally found an opening out of the fuselage.

Her lungs screamed for air and her eyes stung from the salt water as she kicked her way to the surface. When her head broke the surface of the water she looked about for something to float on. She spotted a piece of wreckage with two people clinging to it.

"Thank goodness there are others!" she croaked out.

She started swimming towards the 'raft' chanting to herself as she went. After what seemed like hours of swimming Sarah made it to the two people.

"Todd, Steve!" Sarah choked out.

The two young men clung to the makeshift raft floating in and out on consciousness.

"It's good to see you…" she whispered before passing out .

Slosh. Slosh. A light breeze blew some of Sarah's dark hair into her face. Slowly she opened her eyes.

"Ugh. I need a bath. And some aspirin" She muttered.

"I'll say you do, love." Answered an unknown voice.

"Wha..who are you?" Her eyes began to focus. Before her was a man. He grinned showing off a set of gold teeth. His dark hair had beads and other trinkets woven into it and had a red bandana to hold it back. His brown, almost black, eyes looked her over.

"How's about you tell me your name first, savvy?"

Sarah squinted at the man and then surveyed her surroundings. She was in a small, one sailed boat just off the shore of a fairly large port. Looking at the dingy she was in once again she noticed that Todd and Steven were also in it, propped up against the sad excuse of a mast still unconscious. And that the boat seemed to be flooded…wait flooded! She yelped jumping up.

"Sir, your boat is sinking!"

"Aye it tis. But that's why were making for Port Royal."

"Well what are you waiting for lets start bailing!" Sarah cried. She reached for a bucket and started to scoop out the water. The man watched her with interest, his head sort  of cocked to the side.

"Oh by the way my name's Sarah. Sarah Spencer." She stuck out her hand. "I gave you mine now what's yours?" He looked at her hand for a moment before taking it in his own.

"Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow."

Tada! How's that? It was hard to write the plane crash. There was so much going on at once. So if you'll do me a favor and push the little purple button down there and review I would be extremely happy. And no your answer can't be "I'm disinclined to acquiest (sp?) your request"