A/N: Hey-la! Wazzup? New chappie is here, and it may be a little weird, but hey! Who cares? Hobby-Ho, let's go! (from Pendragon, if you were wondering)

Jack was amazed by the fact that no matter how bad Kaelyn was with her wooden sword, her movements were still elegant and catlike. She moved like a panther, on light feet, her hair twirling as she spun uselessly. She entranced him in ways that no woman ever had. She was alert and graceful, yet easily distracted and clumsy. He snapped out of the trance when she attempted to make a slash at him, failing miserably.

"No, love. It's more like this," he said, showing her the correct stance. No matter how bad she was, she had gotten much better with her swordsmanship lessons in the last two days. Kaelyn learned much on the Pearl. Jack taught her how to fence, and how to captain a ship. Beth had given her a crash course on cooking, and Kaelyn was teaching Ragetti how to read and write.

Beth has told her the correct date. It was December 9, 1609. Nine years after Queen Elizabeth I founded the East India Trading Company, 7 years before Shakespeare's death, and while King Philip II ruled Spain.

"Ha!" she shouted. Jack looked at the sword pointed at his chest and back up to Kaelyn.

"Close, love," he said, jiggling the wooden sword that had been unseen by Kaelyn. She noticed that it was under her sword arm. She lowered her stick, pouting slightly. Jack smirked and wrapped her in a tight embrace. "Really close, love," he whispered into her ear. She smiled and kissed him briefly, for she tried to keep their relationship quiet when Chris was around. Chris hated Jack. Jack hated Chris. Simple as that.

Beth chose that moment to appear with a bottle of rum and a glass of orange juice. Jack and Kaelyn thanked her and took their assigned drinks, which you guys honestly should know by now. If you don't…you're odd, man.

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Chris was working his butt off, as the captain had told him to. Every once and a while, he would glance to his left, where Anna was working silently. He had feelings for her, that much is true. He looked back at the spot on the floor he was scrubbing.

"Washboy," Anna started. Chris looked up at her. 'Washboy' was a name that he actually responded to by now.

"Yeah?"

"Umm…ye missed a spot," she spat out, turning a shade of red. Chris groaned and looked back at the floor, scrubbing the spot he had missed.

"And," Anna said after a while. "well, I was going to the kitchen and I was wondering if ye wanted somthin'." Chris sat up and smiled at Anna. He cleared his throat and began.

"Well, I would like a caramel chocolate macchiato with two raw sugars and a low-fat banana chocolate chip coffee cake, but I suppose I can't get that here. So…rum will do." Anna, stood and left, looking rather confused. Chris watched her walk off and mentally kicked himself before going back to scrubbing the floor.

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Jack knocked away Kaelyn's stick easily, making a quick counter attack. She parried the blow, stepped onto the mainmast, and jumped off, putting all her weight onto the blow. Jack sidestepped it and watched as Kaelyn fell to the deck, landing on her back, shouting out. Jack winced and gave her his hand to help her up. Beth, who had been watching, walked over and looked at her.

"Kaelyn, look at it like this: Fencing is like dancing, but the hand movements are much more violent," she said. She had noticed this when watching jousts. Kaelyn nodded and started the match with a lunge. Beth was right. If Kaelyn and Jack were holding each other, rather than trying to cut the other to pieces, they would have been dancing. That covered the foot work, now all they had to do was work with the sword. Jack taught her several moves, that she studied an imitated. A few minutes later, Kaelyn heard a voice call out:

"Land ho!"

Kaelyn, Beth, and Jack raced to the bow of the ship, looking as the port of Tortuga came into sight. They could hear the drunken shouts from where they were, and Jack put his arm around Kaelyn's waist protectively. Kaelyn noticed this and smirked, grabbing his hand.

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Upon their arrival to Tortuga, the trio, (Gibbs, Anna, and Jack had gone for supplies) roamed the streets, looking fully at the shops. Ragetti followed close behind, for Jack had told him to keep an eye on them. There were many things Chris and Kaelyn hadn't they had seen the first time. They turned into an ally way, followed by Ragetti. They walked down it, ignoring the jeers and shouts and catcalls. It was then when Chris murmured something that caught Kaelyn's attention.

"It's like walking through the ghetto in New York," was what he said. Kaelyn looked at him closely, wondering if she was imagining things. She decided to say something, and tried to see if he would answer.

"It's entirely different then Connecticut." Chris heard this and looked at her questionably.

"It's worse than a subway station," he shot back. They continued to play this game, confusing Beth more each question. Pigmy and Fiea were flying overhead and Beth was getting more and more confused.

"I want my computer," Kaelyn said, wondering what he would say next.

"I want my iPod," he shot back. Then they both knew.

"You're from my world!" they shouted unanimously. Beth raised her eyebrow and continued walking.

Kaelyn and Chris followed close behind, talking about new pork, or something. It was when they finally reached the main street when Beth could no longer take it. She whipped around and glared at Chris and a taken aback Kaelyn.

"What the hell are you two talking about!" she shouted, causing Kaelyn to wince.

"Sheesh, let's keep this 'G' rated," Kaelyn said. When Beth caught herself with a puzzled look on her face, she stomped her foot.

"Listen Beth," Chris began slowly, before inhaling deeply. "WearefromaworldwherethisisnothingbutamovieandKaelynandIbothliveinaplacecalledNewYorkandtheseagoddessCalypsoletuscometothisworldifshecouldbanishPiratesoftheCarribbeaninourworldbutwejustfiguredthatouttwosecondsago." He took a deep breath and smiled at Beth sheepishly before erupting into a coughing fit.

"But that's impossible," Beth stated, looking from Chris to Kaelyn. Fiea landed next to her, followed by Pigmy. Chris began explaining technology, technology, and technology.

Kaelyn held out her arm for Fiea, but she refused to come.

"I don't believe it," Beth said stubbornly, before turning and stomping off into the busy street.

"Do you think she's mad at us?" Chris asked Kaelyn, who shrugged as an answer, watching a drunk man stumble passed.

"'Er anger ill pass." Kaelyn and Chris turned and saw the goddesses' silhouette in the alleyway. Chris smiled and waved before once again coughing loudly. Calypso walked over and placed her hand on Chris' shoulder. Almost at once his coughing ceased.

"Where'd you come from?" Kaelyn asked suspiciously.

"Goddess," she pointed out. "Now, I 'ave come ter tell ye somthin' I 'ave just learned. A 'uman is brought to a world widout bein' born into it, a gift only a god or goddess can give. Thet is not allowed. Ye must be born into a world, or the god or goddess who sent you ter it becomes…" Here she paused, trying to decide how to phrase what she must say. "Yer parent." Kaelyn looked at the goddess, shock plastered upon her face.

"Your parent! You're my MOTHER!" she screamed, ignoring the thud on the ground as Chris fainted. Calypso nodded.

"Ye are the Daughter of the Sea," she said, looking down at Chris' unconscious form.

"I can't believe it," Kaelyn stammered.

"Nor could your brother," Calypso said, still staring at Chris.

"My brot-…right,"

"When he awakes, let me know," Calypso whispered to the two birds, before stroking both of them, blue light escaping her fingers. Kaelyn watched in shock at Fiea's and Pigmy's eyes changed from black beady ones to bright green, almost human looking ones.

"We shall, your highness." The beak was moving. The eyes expressed the emotion. But Kaelyn refused to believe it was Fiea, a falcon, who was speaking.

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Kaelyn stepped into the busy tavern, scanned the room for signs of anyone familiar, and sat on the bar top. Fiea landed on her shoulder, muttering something inaudible to her. The bartender walked over and asked her what she wanted. She had to shout out over the rest of the noise in order to be heard.

"I want a ginger ale." Silence. Pure silence. Every activity in the tavern had stopped, and all eyes were fixated upon her. The bartender was the first to find his voice.

"Ye ought ter be kiddin, young miss," he said, a hint of nervous laughter in his voice. Two seconds later, he found Kaelyn's sword under his chin. He looked at her entirely readable expression, and knew that this woman was not one to be trifled with.

"Lady. Lady Kaelyn," she sneered, looking into the small man's eyes. "And make that three barrels," she added before turning and walking at the door. Fiea lingered behind a bit longer.

"Bring it to the docks in half an hour," the bird said clearly, before flying away to join Kaelyn, leaving the stunned bartender thinking he had gone deaf. Kaelyn joined Chris and Beth, who were waiting at the door for her. Fiea joined Pigmy in the air and they all walked/flew back to the docks. Ragettii watched, staying rooted to the spot.

"Today's been a weird day," he muttered under his breath.

A/N: Weird, I know. I hope you liked it anyway, soooo…..bye!