Authors Note: I apologize for the brief chapter. I will, for a fact, post chapter three today, which will be much longer. I thank you all again for reading, and I hope that you will review. Enjoy chapter two!

When Jake awoke, he was conscience of several things.

The first, was that his head was aching tremendously; the second being that his face, and his limbs felt hot enough to cook an egg on; thirdly, he could feel a slight rocking motion, and it didn't seem natural.

He had kept his eyes closed in the hopes of going back to sleep, but he snapped his eyes open in surprise. Every now and then, he had felt a small mist spraying onto his face, but his mind had not registered it until then. What he saw consisted of nothing but a bright blue sky, that- as far as he could tell from his current position- seemed to stretch on forever. And then, as though he had come to a realization, he shot upward, off his back.

Sitting in his bed- wait… this wasn't his bed… He was lying on some sort of raft. What was he doing on a- He was floating in the middle of the ocean.

Ocean.

Big.

Wet.

Not good.

Panic filled him. What should he do? He looked down at himself, only to receive another shock. His arms were red from the sun, and he was sure his face was too. Not a good combination with light blonde hair. But that was the least of his problems. Even his clothes were different. He was wearing a pair of faded brown pants, which had been cut at the knee, and had various rips and tears. His shirt was a deep blue color, and was a bit oversized, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. He couldn't quite tell what his shoes were made of, only that they were brown, and that he had no socks underneath them.

As if seeing clearer would help him to do so in thought, he pulled his reading glasses out of his pocket, only to find that they weren't his. They looked old fashioned, but seeing that they were the only pair he had he put them on anyway. They didn't work as well as he'd hoped, so he put them back from where he found them.

This is so freaky… he thought to himself. This is terrifying… no that's an understatement… what am I gonna do?!?! Suddenly he remembered Liz.

He looked over to the other side of the not-so-spacious raft, and found his sister still asleep. He rushed over to her.

"Liz! Liz wake up… something's wrong!"

Liz turned and moaned. "Five more minutes…" she said, sleepily.

"No, now!" He yelled in her ear, his voice full of fear. "I'm telling you, something is not right."

Liz shot up. "Fine!" she yelled. "I'm up now-" She looked around: Her eyes resting first on Jake, then the raft, then the ocean, and finally herself.

Jake smiled in spite of himself. Seeing his sister in shock like this was pretty funny, despite their current situation.

Later

Liz had long gotten over her shock, and was now suffering from denial. Where were they? How could this happen? It couldn't be happening. It must be a dream. She and Jake had both spent, what Liz guessed to be three hours staring off into space. Suddenly, she turned, after hearing a cry from her brother.

"What?" she asked, irritably.

"A ship!" he said.

"Where?" she asked grateful to get this over and done with quickly.

"There!" he pointed.

She turned, and saw something she did not expect. It was a wooden ship. She had no idea any of those were even still around.

"What kind of ship is that?" she asked.

"I wasn't aware we were playing Twenty Questions," said Jake, annoyed. But he provided and answer. "It looks… like a… no… it couldn't be. Could it?"

"What are you rambling on about?"

"It looks like a man-o-war," Jake said simply, and yet he was mystified.

"That explains a lot," she said, sarcastically.

"A man-o-war." Jake said. "Remember that one movie we saw, with Russle Crowe?" he asked her, patiently. He would've told her the movies name, but he was sure she wouldn't have remembered it anyway.

"Were there any hot guys in it?" Liz asked.

Jake gave her a blank stare in return, as if to say "You're joking, right?" But he didn't. Instead he said "Well… whoever they are, and whatever they're doing, I bet they've spotted us, and are coming to pick us up, or at least interrogate us."

"So?"

"So… Be polite. They might be our ticket home. Maybe they'll drop us off somewhere. Or maybe one of them has a cell phone." Jake said.

"Oh yeah, 'cause a cell phone is really gonna work waaaaaay out here." Liz knew she was being a jerk, but she was annoyed, and she had to take it out on somebody.

In truth, she was thankful Jake was with her. She didn't know anything about ships, or 'men-o-war' or anything like that. She'd be completely lost. She had begun to study her own strange appearance as best she could, when a new voice made her jump, and look up. She realized that someone was speaking through some sort of mega-phone on the ship. She listened as it said: "Attention! This is the English ship Surprise. We are sending a boat to you. Do not attempt any trickery, or you will be shot."

Jake had listened carefully. There was something about the name of the ship that seemed awfully familiar; and the voice too. It sounded like…

He watched as a small boat full of men, dressed similarly to how he was began to row quickly out to them. They each nodded solemnly to Jake, and to Liz as they helped each of them onto the boat. Jake had at least hoped for an introduction, but the men had probably been ordered not to talk.

That was when it hit him.

Sitting directly across from him was none other than the midshipman Mr. Hollum.

He shot a quick glance to Liz, and pointed, ever so subtly to Hollum. He was sure she would recognize him. For some reason he had always stuck in her mind.

She got the hint. Her mouth dropped, and Jake quickly motioned for Liz to act as natural as possible.

Quicker than Liz had imagined, they reached the Surprise. And that is exactly what they had gotten.