May 6th 2014: Massive changes to this story. Whole thing has been rewritten to be more mature and yanno... Actually include a plot.

Summary: Jayme lands herself on the Pearl, caught up in the world of Pirates, and finds her self exceptionally close to Jack Sparrow.

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or it's story-lines. All original characters and plots are of my own.

Under-whelmed

Coma Black

1691

Jayme Miles stood with her back and her hands against a solid cave wall behind her. Four large threatening men with thick black tribal tattoos, multiple facial and dermal piercings, and tunic like leather uniforms growled at her with swords of varying lengths. On the other side of these men, two more held Jack Sparrow in a rather vicious choke-hold as he shouted obscenities at them and fought to escape.

Suddenly, the men lowered their swords and while one jumped towards Jayme and grabbed both of her wrists before she could manage to take off again. The three others turned towards the cave opening and bowed as the entire space started to glow a shocking purple. Jayme and Jack both closed their eyes at the bright light coming towards them, both stopping their efforts to get away.

'I should have stayed home,' Jayme though, certain that she was facing her death. 'This was a bad idea.'


2010

Jayme Myles had been eighteen for a day. She was legally an adult in the state of Wyoming- able to buy lotto tickets, cigarettes, porn, and get tattooed. She was enthralled.

This was a moment that she had she had anticipated for SO long, and it had come and passed. She was eighteen. The night before, she had watched her idiot friends get completely trashed, half celebrating Jayme's graduation and birthday, half celebrating free beer.

Jayme was over the partying thing. She had been over it for quite some time, thinking that there had to be more to life- more to schooling then learning how to find good parties and how to hide vodka at school.

All of her friends and other such bothersome people had gaped and laughed the night before, after finding out that Jayme no longer wanted to act like an idiot. She merely rolled her eyes and left her own party with a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time.

She was out of school and wanted to be away from all of the people that she saw regularly. This was a feeling that was intensified as she walked into the living room of her own house at ten-thirty the morning after and found several drunks sleeping on the floor.

As soon as she was in their view, a few of her under-age friends that were conscious groaned out her name as if cheering. Jayme shook her head before walking right back out of her own living room and into the kitchen to find her mother scrambling about 2 dozen eggs.

"Good morning, ya old broad." Her mother said, watching her daughter slink into a chair at their breakfast table.

"Morning, Mommy," Jayme returned with a cheeky smile and cock of her head.

Her mother was just on her way out. Completely. Delilah and Jim Myles had waited until their youngest child graduated until they officially divorced and moved on. Now, nearly 15 hours later, Jayme watched as her mother's hired help packed the rest of the dishes up and her father helped his 'girlfriend' move into his bedroom.

"You sure I can't come with you to Oklahoma?" Jayme joked, not letting her mother know that she was half-serious.

"You'll be fine." Delilah moved from the eggs to pull something out of the refrigerator for her daughter's breakfast. "How was that marvelous party last night that I wasn't supposed to know about?"

"Wouldn't know, I left early." Jayme said and smiled at the cake that was placed in front of her.

"Jaymers!" One of the drunkards had risen from the hard wood floor and followed her into the kitchen; Megan, her closest friend.

"Morning, Meg." She said and scooped most of the frosting off of her cake with her fork. Megan sat and talked to Jayme about the 'party' the night before momentarily- but soon rushed off to the bathroom with a green face.

Jayme shook her head at her friend's hangover and looked up to glare as her father's girlfriend walked past them with a box of her things. "Mom, I think I'm gonna go take a walk, get away from... these people." Jayme said with a little bit of an attitude that wasn't exactly intentional, and looked down the hallway towards the bathroom. After pulling a pair of thin, baggy brown pants, and a black hoody over her plain shorts and tank, Jayme left the house and headed towards the family's creek.

"Hey Jaymers can I come?" Megan asked, jogging to catch up from behind.

"Yeah, I'm just trying to hide from the drama." Jayme said, keeping her pace even and her hands in her pockets. "Kinda looks like a storm." She pondered and watched as Megan shook her head.

"Yeah- doesn't look right though... It kinda looks like winter..."

"Hmm," Jayme looked behind her and shrugged. "You think there's gonna be lightning?"

"Nope, they're not the right kinda clouds." Megan decided and continued on towards the lake.

The soft, gray clouds that were starting to set in early took the deep green color right off of the lake that sat before her and left it black and dreary. Just past a small creek, the family's lake was cold enough year-round to be useless for much but cat-fish catching and pretty sunsets. The two of them walked up to the lake and watched it for a moment before starting to walk around the bank.

Just as the two of them reached the light colored sands that led down to the freezing waters, a huge clap of thunder and a blue bolt of lightening simultaneously interrupted their laughter. Both of them instantly crouched down close to the ground with their arms over their heads. Megan watched, terrified, as the lightening hit the center of the lake and an instant later, little arms of electricity were reaching out towards them and the waters of the creek behind them.

Jayme tried her hardest to reach out for Megan but the lightening had seemingly taken control of her and made her muscles all lock and freeze. Her left hand shot out on it's own accord, and her legs both crumpled, sending her to the slanted ground around the man-made lake. Jayme's mind went blank though her eyes were still open and aware of their surroundings as she seized and rolled quickly toward the freezing, murky water.

Megan had fallen unconscious either from the electricity or the fall and lay perfectly still as the lightening moved it's electricity towards the creek not far away, and her best friend's constricted, seizing body rolled into the lake.


1691

Aboard the Black Pearl, it was just another day of just another trip to Tortuga. This time, though, Captain Jack was already there, indulging himself in his favorite port's finer services. In his place, Anna Maria screamed out orders as she played captain, and behind her, Gibbs kept those who didn't cower under the gaze of the woman in order- all to the tune of Mr Cotton's Parrot's chatter.

A storm had just passed, and most of the crew was cheerful for making it through the particularly bad lightning without any damage to the masts or the sails. Currently, everyone who was on deck busied themselves with swabbing the decks and putting everything that had been thrown around back in order.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Anna Maria caught a glimpse of driftwood, slowly making its way past the Pearl. The make-shift captain grinned to herself. Driftwood this far out from port was bound to mean there was a shipwreck somewhere- but Marty in the Crow's Nest hadn't said anything yet. The dark piece of wood was nearly behind the huge ship before Anna Maria looked up to see where it had come from. To her surprise, right smack in front of her- there was a body lying haphazardly atop another larger piece of driftwood.

For a moment, Anna Maria stared, startled by the fact someone was actually in the ocean. But she soon came to her senses and turned to the crew. "They's someone in the water! Man overboard!" She screeched. A few of them looked at her for a split second before they snapped into action, lowering a plank with one man on it to heave the body out of the water.

The bundle of soaking, strange clothes was hauled to the deck minutes later, then placed face up in the middle of the crowd. It was clearly a woman, but no one had any idea where she would have come from. Gibbs crouched down next to the girl and observed her for a moment before standing once again.

"She's alive." He said, standing and wiping his hands on the fronts of his pants.

"She is?" Anna Maria asked and watched the first mate nod. "Bloody miracle." She said and looked up to the crew and set her jaw. "Back to work ya slobs!" She cried and stayed back with Gibbs. "Where these clothes be from, Gibbs?" She asked and squatted down to look closer at the mess in front of her.

"No tellin'," He answered and shrugged a bit. "Most likely somewhere far from here- and it be tragic bad luck to have a mystery foreigner aboard." He added before running his eyes over the victim again. She was wearing rather thick clothing for the warm Caribbean weather, but they hadn't protected her completely. There was a gash that didn't look too serious on her cheekbone, and another- though much smaller- near the hairline of her forehead.

"Lucky for her it ain't shark season." The captainess mumbled before carefully nudging the girl's shoulder. "How far away from port are we?"

"Near about a week out." Gibbs answered, running a hand across his dirty face before looking up to the skies. Anna Maria wasn't actually planning on keeping this thing, was she?

Anna Maria thought for several moments before she stood. "A'right, I'll take the helm, you round up some'a these men'n take 'er to my bunkroom. It'll have to be good 'nough til' we get to the Captain."

Gibbs nodded and followed her orders, listing silently the reasons this wet rag of a human was bad luck.


Jayme was not aware of where she was. Her body was numb, but eerily sore at the same time, leaving her to groan loudly when she tried to move. It took several attempts and several minutes before Jayme could prop herself up on her elbows and hold dearly onto her head.

She couldn't even remember going to sleep, and she didn't have any clue as to why she would have gone to sleep so soon after waking. Her head was pounding and she could feel a large spot on her forehead that was slowly starting to sting as she became more and more aware of herself. Keeping her eyes closed, Jayme rolled over onto her back, very slowly, and then sat up with her legs out before her. She was sore everywhere, cold, and dizzy all at the same time.

She opened her eyes and watched the room spin in a pair of dark blurs before settling, but her body still felt as if it were moving slowly. 'Probably got a concussion.' She thought to herself, touching her head gingerly, and winced at the flash of pain that ran through her nerves as she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

'What the hell?' she thought and looked around the room. It was dark, with no electric lights on the ceiling, and the bed was only about 6 inches off the floor- not to mention, very small and obviously filled with feathers. 'Who has a room like this?' She asked herself and thought first of her brother's tiny bungalo. Ruling that out quickly, she stood up and placed her hand on the wall, which was nearby on all four sides. This was a very small room.

A small, round window with very smudged glass let in little light, and showed that the sky was dark and angry. A metal on the other side of the room, propped up in the corner of two mahogany walls shone in the dim room, and instantly caught Jayme's attention. She slowly stumbled toward it, taking small, unsteady steps on her way. Reaching out to inspect, Jayme pulled the thing towards her and found that it was a sword in a sheath.

'Hm, history fanatic?' she asked herself and ran her thumb along the blade, proving that it was still sharp. 'Rich enough to buy a sharp old sword off Ebay...' Still, no names seemed to come up in her head as to who's home she was in. For a moment, she irrationally thought that she was going to be one of those six-o'clock-news girls that had been swiped up and never came home. "No." She reasoned quietly and shook her head, and finished in her head, 'I'm fine.' She concentrated on the sword, running a finger over the metal as she stared blankly at it.

"That's mine, Missy, and I'll thank you to lay off your hands." She heard and jumped back, nearly falling.

"Uhm- sorry?" Jayme said in a questioning tone, wondering when the small door she was looking at had been opened. She stumbled backwards towards the bed, and sat down uneasily.

Anna Maria found herself asking what her captain might do in this situation. She leaned back on the room's dark wall with her arms folded across her chest. "Where're you from, you're a strange lookin' thing."

"Um...?" Jayme started and bit her lip. She was starting to not like this. She frowned and looked at the owner of the sword, observing the faded jacket, poet shirt and loose pants the dark skinned woman wore. "I look weird?"

"You'll tell me where you're from or-" She started and stepped toward the sword, pulling it out of it's sheath a few inches.

"Whoa! Jesus Christ, you psycho! Where am I!" Jayme stood up and widened her eyes as her hand reached out for the wall when the room seemed to tip. "Is this room moving?" She asked and focused on the woman's legs, which seemed to slightly bend at the knees to take on the shifting of the floors.

Anna Maria stood up straighter and uncrossed her arms. "Seems as though you have no sea-legs." The woman observed.

Jayme mimicked the same words the woman had said with a high-pitched voice and rolled her eyes. "Please tell me where I am." She begged, "Aside from on a lotta drugs."

"Aside from what?" Anna asked, but then shook her head. "You are in the middle of the ocean."

"Yeah ok. In Wyoming? Nice try." Jayme said and moved a hand to her wounded forehead once again. "This may be bad." She concluded and sighed.