I'm very happy with the outcome of the first chapter! Thank you to the people that reviewed and alerted and favorited! It made my day. I had some writer's block on how they were going to meet, but I thought of a fun way. Sorry for the long wait for Chapter Two, I didn't mean it. :( I hope you enjoy the chapter though! :D

Chapter Two: Coffee Spills

Jack reluctantly got up from where he was dropped, brushing off the dirt and scruff on his clothes. He carefully looked around the urban city, was he in London? No, he wasn't, though it partly looked like it, there were no moving... things in the middle of roads and no tall buildings that was made by steel. He examined them with a face, some were taller than the sky itself! It was so odd how man could build such. Jack gulped looking forward again and stated the obvious, "This is definitely not the Caribbean."

He walked forward, swaying back and forth like he was drunk, but really getting used to his land legs, slowly. Jack thought it to be best to be careful and not go into the traffic of things in the roads. He tried blending in with the crowd that had worn clothes that didn't match his flamboyant style at all. As some businessmen and women passed him they looked at him past their cell phones with a glare as if he was absolutely insane. Jack seemed to not get the memo from them that he was doing everything wrong to their standards.

When Jack had gotten to a corner a green light that was in the shape of a person walking, it flashed to a red painted hand, everyone that was walking seemed to stop. Jack, to stay with his appearance as a tourist (even though he was), stopped along with them. He looked at the people making faces and he heard a shrill of a child next to him. "Mister! Mister!" That accent, that seemed to be unfamiliar to his hearing. He looked down at the boy and saw him looking up at Jack like he was an idol to him.

Jack raised his eyebrow at him and pointed to himself before looking left then right then back at him. He asked him in slight disbelief, "Lad, you're talking to me?"

"Who else would I be talking to?" He asked and Jack just looked at him confused. The black-haired boy continued, "Are you Johnny Depp?"

Johnny? Who in the bloody hell was he? The red painted hand turned back to the walking man and everyone started to walk ahead of them. Jack stayed in place and said to the boy, "My name ain't Johnny Depp, boy. My name is Captain Jack Sparrow." He crouched down to be eye level with him to add, "At your service."

"No way." He stated to him in disbelief and looked at the man who was the supposed Jack Sparrow up and down. Jack looked at him peeved, of course he was Jack Sparrow, he wouldn't tell the boy otherwise. "You don't look anything like him."

Jack looked at him still peeved and slightly unnerved, "Oi, boy, what are you? Ten?"

The ten year old, black-haired boy, corrected him, "And a half!"

"Hmm, and how would you know who I am? I haven't met a boy like you in me whole life and you accuse me of a man that I don't know and accuse me of false appearance."

"I'm not accusing of anything! I know!" The boy retorted and Jack looked at him tiredly. What was the boy trying to do? The boy looked at Jack carefully and then stated to him, "Prove it." Jack developed a smirk on his lips just from those two words.

Loraine walked out of Starbucks with her sister on her cell phone, "How's Charlie doing?" She asked her, and Loraine raised her brow, Charlie? Who in God's name was that? She walked toward the way to her apartment and then realized who Charlie actually was. Her eyes slightly widened.

She gulped, "Charlie? Oh, he's absolutely fine!" Loraine's voice was partly dramatic and easily could be deciphered as a lie by anyone, but her sister didn't seem to notice. "I got to go, I'll see you when you pick him up tonight. Okay? Okay. Bye." Before her sister, Veronica, could answer her she hung up her cell phone and placed it in her pocket. "Not good." She stated looking around 7th avenue with her eyes slightly widened. "This is not good at all." She turned on her heel and quickly walked back to Starbucks with her eyes searching the sidewalk at the same time.

"Charlie?" She walked in and once again smelled the deep scent of coffee. The cup in her hand was warm to a heated degree that was starting to burn it. She needed a coffee sleeve, but didn't feel like asking for one. She rushed in the front of the Starbucks line in a hurry, ignoring the protests of waiting customers.

"Welcome to Starbucks, can I help you?" The same woman that had helped her before asked.

"No, I was just here. Have you happened to see a—?"

She was interrupted by a man behind her, "Hey, don't you see a line!"

Loraine turned her head to face the man annoyed and stated to him hatefully, "Excuse me, but I just happened to loose my nephew, asshole. So, please, can you wait a goddamn moment?" The man rolled his eyes and sighed annoyed, placing his hands on his hips, showing it. She pursed her lips and turned back around toward the flustered cashier. She tried again, "Have you seen a—?" A glimpse of spiked black hair at her waist came into view.

She froze and looked down with her pursed lips to see nothing, but Charlie there, looking up at her with a toothy grin. Loraine looked back at the cashier with her eyes not meaning to narrow at her, "Never mind, I found him." Fortunate for her, but unfortunate for him. Loraine moved aside and took Charlie's arm roughly in her hand to take him away from the counter. With her coffee firmly in her hand, she crouched down to his level with her hazel eyes glaring into his blue, "Where the hell were you?"

The ten year old seemed a bit taken back by that, he never heard the simplest curse fall out of his auntie's mouth around him before. Charlie answered her, "I want to show you someone! Aunt Lori, you have to see him! He's so real..." She raised her eyebrow and when he was about to leave while holding her hand to show her, but Loraine wasn't having it. She pulled him back to face her, annoyed.

"Are you kidding me? I was worried sick that I had you left you in here and you were outside talking to random people! What have I told you about that?" This wasn't the first time this had happened, it happened last week, too. She was lucky that she knew the woman, they went to high school together.

"What you always tell me about that." He answered to her. She shrugged, that was a good enough answer for her and she didn't have to lecture him. She wasn't one for lectures, those were for parents and she wasn't one. Hell no, imagine the workaholic as a parent... funny image. She couldn't live five seconds without her blackberry, never mind disregarding it for a screaming child.

She straightened up and told him firmly, "That's a good enough answer for me. Just, please don't tell—."

"Five dollars."

"What?"

"If you give me five dollars, then I won't tell mom." She looked at him in disbelief, was he really blackmailing her to not tell his mother?

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

Which was more important, five dollars or your sister's trust? Both seemed pitiful to have. She pursed her lips with a huff and then dove into her purse after handing him her coffee that she had just bought. She couldn't find a simple five dollar bill anywhere. She looked at him agitated and stated to him, "I only have ten. Can I give you it before your mother comes to pick you up?"

"Aye!" Aye? She didn't question it, there was no point in questioning it. The boy was a 21st century pirate loving boy, she couldn't argue with that at all. "I want to show you someone now!" He whined and Loraine rolled her eyes at him before letting him drag him out.

"You're very gimme, gimme today." She really didn't need to meet someone new. After what happened today with the chief she wasn't up with picking up Charlie after school, too. She watched him over Friday nights for Veronica, she looked late and she was always ready to pick him up at the same time every Friday. Midnight. She worked on the island and they lived on the island, yet he went to school in the city since the private school was close to his aunt. She questioned her sister's judgment plenty of times. There was no point in doing that because she would do anything her sister asks her to do.

Charlie was still holding her coffee and when Jack was leaning on the wall of the coffee shop, Charlie was way too excited to even look at where Jack was headed. He bumped into the tall man and the coffee splattered on the man's breeches. Jack had felt this burning feeling before, but he couldn't help but seethe. "Ow!" He shouted, patting the thigh covered under the fabric while jumping away from the two people. Loraine's eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she let a gasp escape. Poor man! It wasn't any fun to get coffee spilled on yourself, from experience, she knew.

"Sir! I'm so sorry." She went over and helped the man stand up on his feet. She shook her head, seeing that he was also in a costume. Poor man, must've gotten off his work at a corner to greet people. She sighed, "I'm so, so, so sorry. I'm sure my nephew didn't mean to do that. He's a bit clumsy sometimes, aren't you Charlie?" She turned to her nephew looking at him like, really? He just had to do this now.

Charlie nodded, "Sorry, Captain."

"It's alright, son." Jack answered taking his hand off his thigh, he looked curiously at the dark red haired beauty that came out of the coffee place that he was leaning on. She had hazel eyes, she was tall, she reached to almost his height, or that might have been because she was wearing these heels that made her seem taller. What she was wearing though, didn't suit her at all. Well, where he was from the women didn't wear what she was wearing at all. She also had specs covering her hazel eyes. He looked back at the young lad he had met earlier, "So, this be the aunt that you were going to show me?"

She looked between the two of them, unsure of how this was going to play out. Charlie hadn't done what she thought he did, did he? Charlie nodded excitedly, like his head was going to fall off. "Aunt Lori, this is Captain Jack Sparrow! He told me himself!"

Loraine chuckled, it was his job, "He's in costume, silly. It's his job as an actor to play the part he's acting."

"Miss, I'm not in disguise last time I checked." Jack corrected, he looked down at himself to make sure that he was wearing the same clothes and he was. He pulled a piece of his own hair to check it was still there. Why did people assume that he wasn't who he thought he was? It was annoying! He was Captain Jack Sparrow! It took the boy several times to tell him before he actually believed him. The woman he was with now, what was her name? Lori? Aye, her. She didn't seem to believe him either.

She nodded slowly with an amused smile, this guy was good. She admitted to him, "You're good. Sir, if you—."

"Love, call me Jack."

Cautiously, she nodded again, "That's an odd coincidence that you're Jack Sparrow in costume and your—."

"It's not a coincidence because that is who I am!"

"Hmm, right." Jack rolled his eyes at the woman, but nevertheless continued to listen to her continue, "If you want, my apartment is down a couple of blocks, I'll wash those breeches for you and I believe I have boxers that you could wear until they're done. I'm sorry... Jack. I know how coffee burns when it spills, happened to me plenty of times. I don't want you getting in trouble by whoever you work for on my account. Is that fine with you?"

Jack had nothing better to do other than request seeing that these were the only two people that showed him some kindness upon arriving to this strange place.

I had fun writing this chapter, lol. No one believes Jack is Jack except Charlie :( That will change though. I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you did with a review, please :) And if you have any suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them!