A.N.: First of allio, I would like to thank specially Space Potato for her awesomenesses in 8 ways review - don't worry. I hate scene people too... they're all bollockseseses.

Next, I decided to do a second chappy! YAYYYYYYYYYYYness, etc.

The last thing - said it once, will say it again, I don't own POTC. Or Jack's balls, unforch... Fucking hell, what are you doing lazing about like a goose? Go read, you plum duff! GO!

KTHNXBAI. LOL. I am so foohny.

CHAPTER TWO

WTFF?!

Koko Kurse - real name Kate Kenderson - was born and raised in sunny Orlando, Florida. She was normal up til the age of 13 when she started becoming obsessed with the internet and the 'scene' epidemic. Her best friend, Kate Maxwell, followed in her transformation from regular teenager to explicit hardxgore scene queen. Kate used to be a good girl, never smoked or drank, hardly ever went out. So did her easily-influenced best friend. But after they became scene, every night it's Bacardi, fags and perhaps the occasional joint live on Stickam from Koko's house.

Kate decided to forget who she was before and become a scene model. Although she claims it's overrated, she most desired to become a Trashy Life model like Audrey Kitching or Zui Suicide. Her parents have gotten to the point where they have little to do with her and she has little to do with them. It's just the way it was.

Kate lived a pretty rad scene life - she was pretty popular at school amongst the emos, moshers and other scenesters. There was a suprising amount among the student population of that school. But Kate hardly ever went anymore. She believed she didn't need any education if she was going to become a model. Her life was cool, she was rad and her hair was big. She had no worries. She spoke like they all spoke - in a bratty pissed off hardly bothered to move my face net speak way. It was all good.

Until now.

Koko Kurse was about to get a very big wake up call...

She sat up with great difficulty - her hair was weighing her down. It was unusually heavy today... Her eyes weren't even open to take in the shock in her surroundings. She rubbed them and opened them to see where she was...probably still in that shed...

Her eyes flickered open and her delicate little hand placed itself on her...sopping wet hair.

Not only that but when her eyes focused properly she could see she was surrounded by a ring of grubby men in old school clothes.

Needless to say, the girl screamed blue murder.

"OHMIIIGAAAWWDD!" she said, not sure whether she should get up or just squish into a smaller ball on the...wooden floor? No... what?

She simply sat there with her hair dripping in total shock mode. All the dirty old men were just leering at her. She looked down at her soaked clothes - tutu, Porcelain and The Tramps band t-shirt, fishnets, heels, about fifty billion plastic accessories...

She looked around her and simply screamed "WHATTTHEFUUCK!!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, "CAP'N'S ON DECK!" and all the men retreated into a straight line, quick as a flash.

Koko looked around her... she appeared to be on some vintage pirate ship...pretty hardxcore, but pretty fucking scary.

Then she saw a figure a pair of leather boots walking towards her with a swagger. Koko's eyes gradually scanned up to the face of the figure... scenexgore was the first thing she thought when she took in his features. His hair was in dreads under a tri-corner pirate hat. His face was tanned, his eyes were lined in kohl. His beard was in two little plaits as well...but his face was threatening. It looked to Koko like he was the leader or captain or whatever...

He looked into her eyes and held her gaze for a minute, then turned to his crew.

"So..." he said, and pointed to Koko,"What's that?"

Everyone just looked at him. Then one of the grubby dudes, a tall one with a weird eye, raised his hand.

"Uhhh...you," the captain fella said.

"Er, that- that's a woman, sir," he said.

"Well, no," the captain said in a cockney accent, "Not really a woman, is she? More of a girl by cause of her girlish features. If she was a woman she would most obviously not be rolled in a ball on the deck of my ship which leads me directly to the question of why the bloody 'ell is she here?"

"We found her afloat on the sea, sir," a short guy who looked like a badger said, "We hauled her in - out of pure pity more than anything."

"You should know that pity gets one no where in the world, Master Gibbs," Captain McDude said and looked down at Koko, "We really ought to stop rescuing random women from the middle of the ocean. One of these days someone's going to get pregnant..." He held a tanned hand out to the shaking Koko to help her up. She just looked at it, not sure to take it or not. This went on for a few moments, until Captain McDude decided to haul her upwards by her frail shoulders. He just took a few moments, along with the rest of his crew, to stare at her and what she was wearing. They looked half horrified half amused.

Koko just stood there, more self concious than she had ever been in her life, feeling wet and stupid - she almost wished she wasn't in scene gear at all... she'd have prefered to have been naked. Okay, well that's an over exaggeration, but you get the picture.

Anyway, Captain McDude suddenly came over to her and grabbed one of her bright blue hair extentions and yanked at it. It came out with one tug.

McDude just looked at it with a confused expression.

"I think your hair might be falling out, love," he said and scanned her up and down before asking, "What's your name?"

"K-K-K-Ka..." she stammered. She took a deep breath and thought, hey, if you're as hardcore as you say you are, then tell him your scene name, fag.

"Koko Kurse," she said quietly.

"What?"

"Koko Kurse, fag," she said and rolled her eyes... Well, her attitude was back anyway.

Captain McDude's brown eyes took on an angry look.

"What was that, love?"

She stopped with the attitude. "Nothing," she breathed.

"Alright. One more time; what's your name?"

"It's Koko Kurse, " she said clearly.

"Koko Kurse... that's interesting," he said, "Where are you from Koko Kurse?"

"Uhmmm... Orlando?" she said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Orlando? That's a name, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah... but it's a place in America... I live there."

"Never heard of it. What's it like?" he asked, looking more confused than ever.

"Oh. Well, it's pretty rad, I guess."

"Uhhhh... do you all dress like that there?"

"What? Oh, scene? Well, kinda. There's only a few real scenexgore girls and dudes around, it's mostly just scenesters..."

"What?"

"Uh...Do you all dress like that out here?"

"Errr...yeah."

"Uhmm, where are we, anyway?"

"Somewhere near Tortuga, ideally."

"Uhmm... do you think my Sidekick will get coverage out here?"

"Your what? Sideflick?"

"Uh-uh. Sidekick, dood."

Captain McDude blinked. "What's a Sidekick?"

"Uhmm, it's like a cell phone with a computer in it," Koko said, tossing her hair.

"A what with a what in it?"

Koko was confused. "A cell phone. You know - ring ring. With a computer. You know, for going on Myspace and MSN and shit."

"What's a Myspace?" Captain McDude asked.

"Dood... Wait. What year is it?" Koko asked.

"Err...1725."

"WTFF?!"

And with that, Koko Kurse blacked out. Again.

This time, instead of Koko being woken up with a massive head ache, she was woken up with a bucket of water in the face.

"I tell you, that always works," Captain McDude said as he got on his knees to speak to Koko, "Are you awake now?"

"Uhhhhhhh..." Koko said, and sat up, feeling groggy as, "I guess so."

She looked around. It looked like she was lying on the floor in some kind of anicent jail place.

"Where am I...?" she asked.

"Brig," McDude said.

"Who's that?"

McDude looked more confused than ever - and that was quite difficult.

"What are you, Miss Koko Kurse? Because I'm beginning to feel rather curious."

"Ummm... Huh?"

"I must say, you're very strange..."

"Thanks..." she said, "Who're you?"

McDude looked like he had been expecting this question. He...probably had, but anyway.

"My name is Captain Jack Sparrow, dear," he smiled. Whoa... Koko thought, he's pretty damn hawt...

"Rad," she said, fluttering her long-as eyelashes.

"I'm... sure it is," Captain Jack said, looking fairly disturbed by this point, "So, Koko, what I'm going to do is keep you in here because you're quite scary and could pose a threat... I doubt that though. But there's no room for you elsewhere, savvy?"

Savvy... That flicked something off in Koko's head. She knew him - she'd seen him before! In that Disney shit! Pirates of the Karishadans!

"Hey, you're that dood from that movie!" she blurted out.

"One again, you're very frightening. Goodnight, love," he said, walked out of the cell and locked it behind him.

"Waiit! Come baack!" Koko called after him, "This is shizzed up."

She got out her Sidekick in some small hope she might get coverage and would be able to IM Katie.

The tiny pink thing was scratched all over and when Koko tried to turn it on, it just made a scary fizzy crackly noise that made her throw it across the room. "Jesus Christ! This is so sucky."

You're probably thinking by now that Koko is either disorientated and hasn't come to terms with the fact she's in the past yet or just plain retarded.

Well, it's a little from column A, a little from column B.

"Oh, fucking fuck, I'm so hungry..." she said under her breath, "This is so ass... ohhh my God."

She looked around for something to do, but there was nothing. She was in the middle of nowhere on an anicent pirate ship in something like a mini-jail, it was cold, wet and stinky and all her extentions were falling out. Not to mention her hair was near flat and going all wavy. Oh yeah, this was heaven! Nottt.

Of course Koko was being a brat and really should have been looking for a way to get out of there quick smart, but the poor thing had neither the brains nor the energy, so what she did was curled up on the wet floor for a little sleepie.

She woke up fifteen minutes later with a headache.

For the next three hours all she did was sing Bring Me The Horizon and You Me At Six songs out of tune until that man who looked like a badger came down with some weird looking bread and a bowl of water for her.

"Uh, excuse me," she said and it was a shock - she wasn't used to being polite, "Where are we going?"

"Tortuga, miss," he said, "We should be there in about another few hours or so. You try and keep quiet til then."

"Okay... uhm, do you have any, like, Coke or nachos or anything?"

He shook his head and left.

Koko began absent mindedly chewing on her weird bread. She spat it out almost instantly.

"Ew! This is fucking stale!"

Koko basically spent the next three hours carving stuff into the wet wood wall with the kirby grip on the back of the massive bow she had in her hair.

The wall now said things like 'OLLiE SYKeS TEH SEXXXX' and 'KoKoKURSE-hardxgorre' and 'TRSHY LiFE' and 'GUNGUNBANGBANG' and 'RAWWRRR i'M A DiNO'. It also had some fairly bad drawings of Gloomy Bear on the wall. She admired her handiwork.

Captain Jack (or Captain Sexxxxxgore as Koko now thought of him - and wrote on the wall) and that Badger Man came down to the brig to escort her out of it.

"What happened to the wall?" Jack asked while Badger Man let her out of the cell.

"Dunno," Koko shrugged innocently, "So where are we now?"

"Tortuga," Jack said and smirked, "The filthiest, most notorious pirate port in the Caribbean."

"Br00tal."

Ha ha! KADOW! Well, there you have it. Jack interacting with a scene girl. Don't worry, there won't be any OC romances.

Unless you have some to suggest.

If so, shove it in the auld review there and I'll see what I can do.

Now GO FORTH and REVIEWETH.

Ehh... now.