Alright, I know I havn't been exactly on this.. but school is crazy and I'm ALWAYS so busy. Finally now I'm on break and I geta chance to live, so hopefully another chapter soon.

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Chapter 2

Holding my breath I brought myself to my feet. What the hell is going on? Shit…breath, damit, breath. I opened my mouth and let my lungs fill with oxygen. Where was I, on a movie set? A theme park? Some foreign country? I had to ask someone…. I turned around and around again searching for someone that looked civilized enough to ask. I mean, they all looked like… pirates and prostitutes and they were all…drinking. Then a thought jumped in my head.

"Crap, I've died and gone to hell." I muttered to myself.

"Hell be right deary, but ye look right n' breathin' to me." I looked to my side and saw a woman with the reddest, curliest locks of hair ever…and god, was she wearing too much make-up, and dirty. But she looked civilized enough to me.

But all I could croak out was, "huh?"

She smiled…I wish she hadn't. When was the last time this lady's been to the dentist? "Ye lookin' for work, kid?" she asked walking around as if she was inspecting me. "Yer a pretty lil thing. I'm sure ye'll get plenty of costumers."

What the fuck? What did she just say? Customers? I am NOT a prostitute! I should give this lady a peace of my mind! "Excuse me?" Oh yeah, you rebel, you tell her.

She looked confused. "So, are ye lookin' for work, or what? Well, what else is there fer a woman to do to make income these days." She laughed, and I forced a smile.

It wasn't funny.

"Uh, you could tell me, where exactly are we? Looks a bit tropical…Florida maybe? Yeah, but how the hell could I have gotten from Jersey to Florida…get real. Oh no! Maybe I got put in a coma, picked up by truckers, abused, and dropped off in Florida…or maybe I am dead. What did I do to deserve hell? I want an appeal!! GOD! I want another case!" by now I was yelling to the heavens with my arms outstretched.

"Ye drunk?" the woman's voice snapped me back to earth.

"Eh, no?"

"Sure?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Honey, yer in Tortuga n' ye look like crap. N' was is this yer wearing?" she asked examining my hideous waitress skirt.

I raised an eyebrow. "Tortuga? Where is that? Mexico? Did those truckers drop me off all the way in Mexico? Do you have a cell phone I can borrow?"

She looked up from my skirt, "Wha's that?"

I think I squealed. "What's a cell phon- I need money for a plane back to Jersey…" I mumbled pacing back and forth, "Do you know where I could find an ATM?"

"ATM?" She asked.

My mouth dropped. "Fine. A pay phone?"

She looked at me bewildered. "Wha' are ye talkin' about?"

I squeaked. "Am I drunk? Lady, are you on drugs? What's a pay phone? Sure you have phones in Mexico!"

"We're no' in uh- Mexico. Like I said we're in Tortuga." My blank expression made her keep talking, "…ye know, the Caribbean…"

"The Carib--The Caribbean!? How the hell did I get all the way out here?!" I said, my heart in my throat. "When did I go on a plane?"

"Wha's that?"

"Ah! This can NOT be happening…" I was breathing really heavy. I was confused, and sick, and lightheaded, and- and- everything faded, and suddenly went black.

I didn't open my eyes, I couldn't…maybe it was a dream? Maybe I'd wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by my folks and a doctor that would tell me matter-of-factly that I had a concussion, or my arm broke, or I've been in a coma for three days, or I died but they brought me back to life. But where was sounds of doctors talking, and footsteps rushing to patients, or the sounds of food trays and bad quality TV's of people watching OPERA. Where's the little beeping noise of the heart monitor? come on…beep damit beep! But there was still no beep. come on OPERA!! No OPERA

"Awake?" Then I realized I was on a very hard mattress, very thin and uncomfortable…I sighed, I WAS in the hospital. I had to be. The bed a sign. "Ye awake?" The voice repeated. And that was a nurse checking up on me…another sign.

So I took a breath and opened my eyes. "AHHH!!! NO!! no, no, no, no, no" I said jumping to my feet, standing on the bed. "No, you're a nurse right? RIGHT?" I demanded desperately.

"Uh…deary, ye passed out. Here, how 'bout a nice glass of water?" she said standing, her long red curly locks of hair bouncing as she went.

"OH, no…" I cried dropping to a sitting position. "I really am in Mexic-- I mean, the Caribbean. How am I gonna get home?"

The red head turned back to me, "Where ye from?" She offered me a cup of water.

"Uh, Jersey." I stuttered taking the glass, "Thanks."

She smiled, "Yer welcome, where's Jersey?"

I took a sip, and forced it to roll down my throat. It was the worst water I'd ever had…like, dirty dish water. I smacked my lips together and rest my hand with the glass on my lap. "Oh, Jersey. It's in the U.S."

"The U.S?" She asked interested.

I was a little taken back. "The United States of America."

"Oh…" She said, although, I could tell she had no idea what I was talking about.

"Haven't you heard of the United States of America?" I asked.

"Eh, sure…" She replied. "Wa's yer name deary?"

"Vanessa. Yours?"

"Sarah. N' Anne should be coming in soon, She's workin right now. Rosie n' Jane are inside." She answered.

"Oh, hey Sarah. Can I ask you something?"

"Course."

"Are you guys, like, prostitutes?" I whispered the last word, afraid I would offend her.

She sighed, "Yeah…what else is there for a woman ter do, nowadays?"

I shook my head, "Lots of things! Built computers, be a lawyer, run a store! Heck, work fast food. I waitress and that's so much better that THIS. You could be owner of a company, I don't know. Go to school, get into politics and run for president! I mean, I was never really into politics, but you could do it!"

Sarah gave me a blank stare. She'd been giving me a blank stare the second I said computers but I hadn't noticed till now cause I was on such a roll.

"What?" I asked.

"Wha's a…computer?" She asked.

My mouth dropped. "What's a com--- but then again you know what a pay phone is, I shouldn't be surprised. God, I really need to get home." I stood up. "I'm sorry, I've taken up so much of your time and your…water." I said handing her the cup. "Thank you but I really need to find a phone, and an ATM, and an airport because I'm sure my cat's eaten all her food, I'm hungry, I gotta work tomorrow morning, and I had a meeting with a collage that I need to get ready for, and I'm really tired."

I headed for the door, Sarah following me. "Wha's an airport?"

"A place where you take planes to fly all across the world. But they're getting so expensive these days and I'm really getting fed up with it." I stopped and looked at her. "You should try to make your way out to the U.S someday. There are so many more opportunities."

She smiled. "Perhaps. I'd have ter find a ship to take me, but I've still never heard of…oh, this here is Rosie n' Jane." Sarah said motioning a young girl with blonde hair as Rosie and a middle aged brunette as Jane. Both where in big dresses and covered in makeup and dirt like Sarah.

I waved half heartedly. "Hey."

The both smiled.

"Girls, this here is Vanessa." Sarah continued.

"Nice to meet you--" I began when a thought came to mind. How long have I been in a coma? What day was is when I crashed? Tuesday? No, Wednesday I think. "Um, Sarah, what day is it?"

"Huh?"

"What's the date?"

"Well, I believe it's the summer of 1778." Sarah said thoughtfully.

I choked. "What??" Then gasped for air, "What-- did you-- say?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Summer of 1778."

Ok, so that was chapter 2.Theres still no Jack, but I'm almost certain he'll come in the next chapter, which I'm hoping to get up before I return to school.

Well, I hoped you liked it. Any comments, questions, contructive critizism, or praising (wink, wink) is welcome so please please REVIEW!!!

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