Captain Lara Evans woke in an unfamiliar white surrounding. At first she assumed she was in a hospital. The last thing she could remember was the U.S. helicopter landing in Russia surrounded by gunfire. However, this assumption was quickly quelled due to the fact that the man standing above her would never be allowed in a hospital. He had long, black dreadlocked hair covered by a red bandana and a tricorne hat. His clothes were in a general state of disrepair and he had numerous objects hanging off both his hair and his body. Through half-closed eyes she thought that he looked remarkably like Jack Sparrow. She forced her eyes open and realized that she must be having a hallucination as tis man was Captain Jack Sparrow. He leant over her, concerned.

"Are you alive?" he asked while poking her in the face. It wasn't the phantom dream tingle she felt but the touch of a warm, calloused and most definitely real hand. She shook her head. She loved the Pirates of the Caribbean movies but this was too much. Maybe, she'd lot her memory and her brain decided to make up new ones.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl,Pirate Lord of the Caribbean, piece of eight is an ancient Siamese coins. Carries a flintlock with one shot and a compass that doesn't point north at all times. Can be distinguished by multiple scars and tattoos including a sparrow flying over the sun and his back is extensively tattooed with a 15th century poem called the 'Desiderata'." She blurted out.

Jack looked vaguely amused and suspicious. As he spoke he reached up to touch the piece of eight hanging from his bandana

"That's all very interesting but little does one come across a lass who knows more about them than themselves. So who are you?"

"Captain Lara Evans of the U.S. Marines, Special Ops Black Hawke. I have all four of the movies on DVD and I saw you at the cinema 10 times." Her head was spinning so she just chucked out information that she normally would in America 2010. However, this was anything but.

"Love, I've come across many strange things in my time but I have never heard of the U.S. Marines, only the Royal Navy." Jack paused and kicked the nearest hard surface. "Bloody Royal Navy who got us into this."

At this point, Lara sat up and looked around. She was on the ground beside a ship. It was white for as far as she could see. If her memory served her correctly and she really was in Pirates of the Caribbean then she would say that she was in the locker.

"Listen, Sparrow, have you seen any rocks around?" she asked him. Jack looked rather miffed at being treated in this abrasive manner.

"It's Captain Sparrow, or Jack to my friends."

"Yes, not that you have a lot of those. Now have you seen any bloody rocks around? White rocks, about this big," she said, indicating with her hands.

"No, but if I see one, I will tell you," Jack replied as he stormed off. She could hear him muttering in the distance.

"No wind, of course there's no bloody wind. On my soul I do swear, not a gust, a whisper, a tiny miniature lick. Yes, I know, but why would he do that? Well, because he's a lummox, isn't he? And we'll have a magnificent garden party and you're not invited". He paused. "Oh a rock." He turned back to Lara.

"Oi, Captain U.S. Marines person. I found your bloody rock." She walked over to him slowly, taking the rock out of his hand and studying it. After a moment, she gave it back.

"Good. Let me know if you see any more." He turned back to continue his search for rocks when curiosity overcame him.

"What are ye wearing anyway?" Jack asked. Lara looked down. Considering the circumstances, she looked just as ridiculous as Jack, if not more. She was wearing a camouflage outfit, a helmet and was splattered with blood and grime.

"It's a camouflage outfit. Use it to blend in so you can't see me." At this, Jack closed his eyes, and then opened them.

I can still see you," he stated mildly.

"Well done Einstein. It only works against forest and the like." She quelled the question he was about to ask. "Now, will you help me or not?" She stuck her hand out. Jack looked at it like it was about to bite him. Slowly he shook it.

"Alright Jack, we need to ready the Black Pearl for sailing," Lara ordered. As Jack hauled himself up, she heard him talking again.

"Help indeed. I trust beautiful, smart foreigners about as much as I trust Davy Jones."