Hello :) Thank you for all the lovely reviews everyone that wrote one, they all made me write this chapter a lot quicker than I expected to :o. In this chapter, Jack learns some odd things and Loraine tells a bit of history about herself. I'm glad that some people are interested in this already, makes me excited! Lol, I hope you all enjoy the new chapter. Oh, this is assuming that all the other movies from the first hasn't taken place. It pains me for doing that, but it kind of goes with my plot line without the other two.


Chapter Three: Welcome to 2011, Jack Sparrow

Loraine stepped into her apartment taking off her gray coat and hanging it onto the rack by the door. Charlie ran in immediately going for the couch and the television that was in the middle of the room. Jack walked in and shut the door to the woman's home behind him. But when he looked up, he looked around the home with his eyes widened. Well, this was... well, uh, different. "Very nice... home, love." Loraine didn't hear it at all as she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Charlie took the remote and put a cartoon on, Jack raised his eyebrow and walked toward the images of a sponge wearing some type of clothing and a starfish that was incredibly a glutenous fool. They had the most annoying voices.

Jack touched the television lightly with his hand and then softly knocked the top of it and put his ear onto the warm surface of the strange machine. He asked the boy he learned to be Charlie, "What is this contraption?" He took his ear off of it and then strode to examine the picture again to see not only a sponge wearing clothes and a glutenous starfish, he now saw a moving picture of them talking to a squid with a slight nose congestion.

"It's a TV. You watch shows on it." He answered flatly while his eyes were glued to the image on the screen. Loraine rolled her eyes at her nephew who was already on the couch and acting like he owned the place. Jack looked at it closely, the image was so clear, like they were actually in it doing what they were doing and saying what they were saying.

She asked him as she turned on the faucet to let the water into the pot so she could boil and get dinner ready, "Does the king want something to drink while he sits on his throne and props his feet on my coffee table?" How did she know that? Charlie groaned and took his feet off the table while Jack decided to sit down next to him and prop his feet onto the coffee. His boots dirtying it slightly.

He answered for Charlie and him, "Aye! I say, miss, that since you had offered you give me and the boy here next to me a bottle of rum. My thirst is quenching and my throat seems to be dry a bit." She cocked her eyebrow as she placed the pot on the stove turning it up to five so she would help the poor man. He was good at whatever he was doing. The man named Jack who was portraying Jack Sparrow, seemed to be quite serious in his work. And her nephew was enjoying it, she could tell by how he looked at the man with interest. She had to say, the man also sparked her interest as well.

Loraine replied to him, "I seem to be out of alcohol at the moment and I don't support underage drinking here. But if you want, I could give you some Arnold Palmer. Way better, Mr. Sparrow, way better, trust me." She was having fun with playing along too, she had no choice. He only kept denying the fact that he was in costume, what was she supposed to do? The man took his work seriously, she understood completely.

"It's Captain, but you can call me Jack. But whatever you say, darling. Arnold Palmer it is, well, whatever that stuff is..." he trailed off, what was that stuff? He had never heard of it before. Jack added, "What is that stuff, love?"

Charlie was going to answer it for him, but his aunt beat him to it, "Why don't you come here and find out? You do have legs, don't you?"

Jack chuckled and replied, "Yes, but you see one of me legs is horribly burned by your..." he trailed, he wasn't sure what it was. He never really asked and didn't really care. All he did care about was where he was. He didn't ask yet, no. When the boy leaves or when they were alone he would... but what if the boy never leaves or if him and that Lori woman would never get a moment alone?

Loraine finished for him, "Espresso. My espresso and that wasn't my fault that was Charlie's. And you walked three blocks without complaining and now you are? Go into the fridge, it's on the top shelf." The water was starting to boil and she went to the pantry looking at the macaroni choices they had. Jack looked over at Charlie then at the entrance of the kitchen catching a glimpse of Loraine who was looking through her glasses with a puzzled look. She called to Charlie as Jack had gotten up to go into the kitchen himself, this was his only chance, "Uh, Charlie, rigatoni or rotelli or spaghetti?"

He shouted back to her, "They all taste the same!"

She rolled her eyes and replied, "No they don't!" Charlie sighed annoyed to be taken away from his cartoon. Loraine sighed to herself and took the box of spaghetti out of the pantry. She walked over to the corner of the counter, stopping Jack where he was entering. He looked down at her as she pushed against the box to break the strands in half. She was very beautiful, now looking at her he could tell. Loraine looked up at him and softly smiled as she walked back to the pot of water.

Jack looked around the kitchen and away from her and asked her, "Now where and what is exactly this said fridge you're speaking about?"

Loraine cocked her eyebrow and nodded toward the big white thing with many images attached to it. Jack mouthed an 'oh' and then sauntered over to it and opened the top door, assuming the top shelf was in that. Top shelf. It was incredibly cold in there though and he didn't see any form of drink in there. "Love, there's no drinks in here." She opened the box and the now halved spaghetti fell into the pot. Loraine thought that to be strange, she went grocery shopping the day before and bought a gallon of it.

She turned after lowering the temperature only a little bit. Loraine looked at the man like he was insane. This was just getting weirder. Loraine told him cautiously, "That's the freezer." Jack looked at her now, thinking that she was insane. She did point to this now, did she not? Loraine didn't know what to think of this, but she brushed it aside for now. She went over to the fridge, which was below the freezer and hunched over looking for the Vincent's sauce along with the Arnold Palmer.

Jack looked at the fridge/freezer with curiosity and didn't know what to think of that light that lit up when she had opened it. He didn't see a candle in there at all and if it was hidden, who could've lit it up. When she had retrieved them both she placed it on the island and gestured for Jack to go the cabinet that was next to the stove. "The glasses are over there, can you get two for me?" Jack hesitantly nodded and followed her head nod to retrieve two glasses in that certain cabinet.

He handed them to her and asked, "What is exactly in this Arnold Palmer, love?"

"It's half iced tea and half lemonade." She stated as she poured it into their glasses. Jack knew what lemonade and tea were. They didn't seemed to be able to be mixed together. But what in the bloody hell was iced tea? Tea was only made hot not cold. Jack looked around nervously as she pushed the glass toward him.

He seemed hesitant and Loraine looked at him with crooked smile, he looked too real. It was so strange. The wig seemed authentic along with the makeup he had on and the clothes and oh, and the tan. But summer had just passed, so it was most likely left there from then since September was still hot for a change, surprising weather for New York.

She said to him, "Try it. You never know." Jack made a face at the drink, unsure. But to please her, he picked it up in his hand to bring it to his mouth to have a sip. He only took a small sip before spitting it back into the glass. Loraine looked at him in disbelief, a lot people seemed to like it. "Don't like it?"

Jack shook his head no and placed the glass back on the island. He said to her, "I'm more of a rum kind of man and it's a bit sour, too."

Loraine nodded and stated to him, "I'll keep that in mind." She glanced at the pot to see if it was boiling yet, but it wasn't. She put it too low for it to yet. Jack should ask now. He might as well ask now. This woman didn't seem to believe him at all that he was the Captain Jack Sparrow. The boy did, but her, not at all. Loraine looked at Jack, "Are you going to have dinner with us? Laundry might take a hour and I'll feel bad if you have to leave soon before you are off without a bite of food."

"Love, you really don't have to wash these, it wouldn't be the first time that I had gotten meself a stain on my breeches." Hygiene was a second priority for him. Loraine looked at him for a moment. She thought again that he had looked way too real. He even sounded just like him. Loraine hadn't seen the movie in a while, in fact years, but she recognized the accent and looks and personality easily because she found it wasn't easy to forget.

She said to Jack, "I would feel bad otherwise. Jack, come, I have clothes for you in my room." Before Jack could protest this, she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He had no other choice but to follow. She opened the door to her room and walked in heading to he-who-should-not-be-named's old dresser. Once Jack had entered, before taking a good look around the room two things had already caught his attention. They squawked annoyingly and Jack had thought that he was at least free from the damn parrot on his ship.

"Love birds you have here, deary?" He didn't even drop the act away from Charlie. She tried not to over think it like she does with everything else. Jack looked at them curiously, seeing that they were in a cage that was dangling in the middle of a heart shaped stand. Loraine stopped her rummaging and looked down at the clothes that he had left along with those two annoying birds. Damn them, damn him.

She didn't look back when she said to him, "They're my ex-fiancee's."

"Ex? So I'm guessing the mate is out of the picture at the moment. What happened to him?"

Loraine actually smirked and stated him the truth, well what was partly the truth, "Left me for a showgirl named Lola."

Jack glanced at her, "Really?"

"No. That's a song." Replying with a chuckle, Loraine looked down at the Yankee sweats that were laying on the top of the few clothes there. "But he did leave me when he had a bachelor party in Vegas for a showgirl. Called off the engagement through letter and instead of doing it in my face. I was to send his items back to him." Her tone seemed to sadden as she skimmed her hand over the logo.

"And that's why you have his clothes still?"

Loraine gulped with her smirk dropping and tears starting to develop in her eyes, "I only kept a few things."

He pressed on, "For what occasion, might I ask?"

She shrugged and with a slight crack in her voice, "I guess for this one."

"But you weren't expecting an occasion like this, were you?"

"What's with all the questions?" She swung around with the sweats in her hand and looked at him with her hands on her hips annoyed. The tears stayed in her eyes and Jack didn't know what to do if she were to cry. This was probably a sensitive topic for her. Well, who wouldn't feel that this was a sensitive topic? Jack gulped, this called for a subject change, he felt.

He apologized, "Sorry, I was just being curious. That was a bit uncalled for."

She accepted it with a nod and didn't bother to change the subject like he thought was needed. "Those birds have a story though. The night of our engagement he got them for us as our first thing we could own together. He stated to me, 'As long as those two birds remain together, you will always be mine.' Love birds don't separate and we both hated them because they were so damn annoying. When he left me, we were arguing over custody of them since we both didn't want them at all. He had won, and I had lost. But they surprisingly didn't give me trouble yet."

Jack said to her beyond his control, "That bugger is missing out. I only met you an hour ago and I find you quite charming." Loraine raised her eyebrow as she walked forward toward him. She threw the sweats over to him and he caught it with ease. "No, thank you, love." He threw it back at her and she caught it puzzled. "I'm fine just the way I am."

She hesitantly folded them back up and walked back to the dresser where she had taken them out of. Jack's eyes wandered around, he had to ask. Just had to. But before the question actually made it to his throat, Loraine turned around sharply and looked at him confused, "Why are you acting like this?"

"Acting like what?"

"Acting like you are actually him." She moved toward him and looked up into his brown eyes as they furrowed at her. "I understand why you are like that around my nephew, it makes sense. He's only ten and it's like telling him that Santa Clause isn't real to him if you say you aren't. I don't know why, but the kid thinks your his idol."

Jack stated to her, "I'm flattered, but I don't understand. He called me by someone else when he had first saw me. Something Depp."

She ignored it and continued, "Even when we are alone, you're acting like him."

"Like who, love?"

"Like Jack Sparrow." Jack's eyes rolled and he looked down at the woman's eyes that were hidden behind glasses. They were hazel. She waited for an explanation, but instead she noticed Jack going toward her face with his calloused hands. He removed her glasses off her face once she blinked. Her breathing suddenly became uneven and she slowly looked down at the floor suddenly feeling her stomach churning from the sudden touch.

Jack answered her, "Maybe because I am him."

"That's impossible!" She exclaimed, taking a step back and looking at him like he was insane. "He's a fictional, Disney character!"

"Miss. Lori—."

"It's Loraine." She corrected him with a snap. She pushed her hair back with her hand and was looking at the pale white wall, annoyed. Loraine explained to him, "Only Charlie is allowed to call me that. Not you nor anyone else."

"Alright, then, Loraine. I can assure you that I am not fiction at all. Not at all. In fact, I'm far from it. Look at me." Loraine eyes flickered back to him and they looked him up and down. He finally asked what year it was, "What year is it now?"

"2011." Jack's face fell, well, he really wasn't supposed to be here.

"Where am I?"

"New York City..."

"Ah, so I'm in York."

She shook her head no, "No, that's actually in London. This is the United States."

Now, Jack was really confused. He had never heard of the place ever and he was in a age that was... he tried doing the math in his head... at the least, three hundred—Whoa! No, no, no, this was not happening. He was three hundred years into the future... Jack gazed at Loraine with the confusion of how he had gotten here spreading across his face. For once, Jack Sparrow, had nothing to say because it was hard for him to recover from the amount of shock that he had just realized he had. Who wouldn't be shocked?

"Loraine," she seemed to be dazed as she was looking at Jack in disbelief. Jack spoke her name again with more caution. She shook her head out of it. She just needed one test. He had a brand right? The real Jack, well, the fictional Jack had a brand... the 'P' brand. Loraine was afraid of the answer of it and she walked toward him slowly before roughly taking his right hand. She breathed heavily as Jack looked down at her with his eyebrow cocked.

Jack didn't protest as she pulled up the pirate's sleeve to show the 'P' brand on his wrist. Her eyes fell on it and her other hand moved to graze the imprinted image in his skin. It was burned in. Jack still didn't say a word, she pulled the sleeve up even more to show his tattoo to her. A sparrow flying over a horizon. Her lips parted as her fingers traced that as well. Her breath caught up in her throat and she stated to him with her eyes locked on it, "I think I'm going to be sick."


So that was Chapter Three! I have to say, I had fun writing the beginning. For those who have no idea what Arnold Palmer is, because I only found out about it last week, it's like half iced tea and half lemonade, it's actually really good and Arizona makes it. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! See you next update ;)

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