Chapter 10: Captain Who?

Freddy crouched over the unconscious Maggie. He gently slapped her face a few times, hoping to wake her. She stirred slightly and was soon jolted awake by a sharp slap to the side of her face. Maggie groaned and glared at him, "Damn it…okay I'm awake"

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and glanced around the bar. To her left Chucky was now back in one piece while her glass of wine was scattered around her feet. Sighing she gradually got to her feet and gingerly touched her head that was pounding with pure agony.

"That was a nasty fall you had" Freddy commented.

"Fucking tell me about it. You think I should take a job up as a stunt double or something" she replied sarcastically.

He chuckled and grabbed Chucky from the floor, "Let's get back to the cabin"

Glancing outside Maggie noticed that the hurricane was beginning to subside and that the rain was now a steady mizzle. "How long was I out cold for?"

"Uh, I don't know" Freddy mumbled.

"You don't know?" she cried.

"Well, I wasn't counting the minutes you know!"

She threw her hands up in defence and soothingly rubbed her throbbing head, "Okay, you don't have to snap! Please don't shout…my head is sore enough as it is"

He shrugged his shoulders and followed her as she made her way across the bar lounge towards the exit. "Miss Burroughs?" Came a familiar voice from behind. Maggie looked over her shoulder to see Randy trotting up to her, "How are you? I hope you're okay after this morning's horrific finding"

"I'm fine" she smiled, "though I'm still in some shock about it. Hopefully once we dock at our first island the authorities can deal with it"

"Well, I know that the captain has decided to dock at Tortuga in the next hour or so and so hopefully things will progress quickly" he muttered, "To let you know I think there are some excursions on this island seeing as it was supposedly a pirate island in the 17th and 18th centuries"

Her face lit up becoming immensely interested, "Really? That sounds fascinating!"

"I know" Randy glanced at the Good Guy Doll, "Please excuse me, I have some messages to do. Hope the rest of your day is good"

Maggie nodded and waved goodbye as they went their separate ways.

An hour had passed and now the cruise liner had docked at Tortuga and most of the passengers had ventured ashore into the glorious sunny afternoon. There were several luxurious hotels dotted about the seafront with a few bars and restaurants adjacent to them. In the main street and square there were local islanders trying to tempt the vacationers with home made ornaments and other gifts.

About a mile or two from the dock was a long golden beach where Maggie, Freddy and Chucky were idling walking along. Maggie was a few feet in front of them, her face white with horror from what Freddy had done a few seconds previously, "That was disgusting! What you did to that turtle was hideous; you literally ripped his body from this shell! You're sick!!"

"Thanks" he grinned sinfully, "I take that as a compliment!"

There was a small wooden pier a few yards ahead. Maggie quickened her pace and walked onto the pier, heading towards the very edge where she sat down and stared lazily out at the Caribbean ocean. Soon her mind began to wonder about what life would have been like many centuries ago and if what Randy had mentioned to her earlier was true, did pirates really live on this island? "Do you think what Randy said was true?" she muttered out loud and turned towards Freddy and Chucky who sat two feet behind her.

"What?" Freddy grumbled.

"About pirates living here. Do you think that's true?"

He leaned back on his arms and exasperatedly let out a long sigh, "That is just a load of bullshit!"

She turned around and glared, "Well, you never know. I didn't believe about you and all that dream stuff but after seeing what I saw with my own eyes it changed my perspective!"

"I don't know. Whatever, I honestly couldn't give a shit" he shrugged and got to his feet.

She dipped her feet into the salty water and swirled her toes around in the water for a few seconds. Freddy tapped his right foot loudly, "Are you going to sit there all day?"

"Ugh, I'm coming damn it!" she snapped and slipped on her white flip flops and scurried after them as they made their way back to the beach.

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It was now night time and darkness had consumed the entire island. It seemed different, not modern. But old as in 17th century times. Instead of the huge glorious metal structure of the cruise liner lying in the dock, there were several wooden pirate ships. The most infamous of them was the Black Pearl, which belonged to the eccentric Captain Jack Sparrow. There was a slight chill in the night air, causing the sails and pirate flat to flutter gently. At the front of the Black Pearl Captain Jack Sparrow stood, humming softly to himself the famous pirate song 'Yo ho ho'. He swigged back a fairly large bottle of rum which seemed to hardly have much left in it. Shaking the bottle he squinted his eyes to figure out how much contents were left in the bottle. He knocked back the remainder of his drink and threw the empty bottle into the murky sea, "Rum" he murmured, "Must get more rum"

Staggering forward he began to head towards the gangplank to venture on shore.

A voice called from behind, "Captain? Where are ye heading off to at this hour?"

Jack turned around to face the owner of this voice, Gibbs. "To get more rum. It is needed" he stated and adjusted his red bandana underneath his hat.

"Aye" Gibbs muttered and watched as Jack staggered down the gangplank to shore. From the various small drinking dens scattered the bay there was shouting, music and general noise caused from excess consumption of alcohol. Jack ventured forward a few feet then stopped as a flashing light from his left alerted him. Turning slowly he noticed a strange silver mist emanating from about one hundred yards down the shore. With curiosity getting the better of him he began to saunter down towards the strange vapour that was slowly becoming longer and wider in size. "What the bugger?" he whispered to himself. He was now about three feet away from it and slowly reached out his hand to dip his fingers into the mist. Inch by inch he pushed his hand further into the mist until half his arm had disappeared.

Suddenly he became extremely light headed and groaned softly. Before he could pull his hand out of the mist all his strength evaporated from his body and he fell face forward into the mist, completely disappearing.

Hours had passed and soon the hazy orange sun was beginning to rise over the calm ocean. Captain Jack Sparrow was starting to stir from his drunken induced slumber, but still he wanted more rum. He spat out some sand and pushed himself to his knees, groggily looking about the shore. He blinked twice. There was something strangely amiss. Everything was different, really different. He quickly got to his feet and swirled around back to the docking area, but there was no Black Pearl. Actually there were no pirate ships anywhere in the bay, except for this huge white ship approximately 150 times the size of the Black Pearl and seemed to be made in steel, it was the first ship that he had ever seen built like this. His eyes scanned the area scrutinizing every building and person that was up this early. It seemed that they had weird dress sense and weren't pirates. But Jack didn't know that he wasn't dreaming and that he was catapulted into the early 21st century. Shaking his head slightly, he knew he had to be in a very bizarre dream. As for this ship, he wanted to know more about it and what it was actually like inside.

Half an hour later Jack had surprisingly made his way un-noticed onto the huge ship. Once on board he received a few peculiar looks from some of the passengers. But they had just assumed that he was one of the passengers coming home form a pirates theme night at the one of the bars or nightclubs on shore. Jack had made it down into the cabin corridors and was steadily making his way through the hallways, but had soon become lost. The ship was so big! How many people would be needed to sail such a ship this enormous?

He stopped and wondered what way to head. From the corridor to his immediate left the sound of running footsteps could be faintly heard. Becoming alert he whirled around to the corridor and was instantly slammed into by Maggie who was too busy looking in her bag for her room key. She stumbled backwards, falling onto the ground with a soft thump.

Maggie jerked her head up to the man who had collided with her and slowly her mouth popped open in awe. Jack politely took off his hat and reached out for her, "Pardon me missy, let me help you up"

Blushing slightly Maggie smiled back, "Um, thank you"

Jack grinned back and placed his hat back on. Maggie glanced at his teeth that had gold crowns on several of them. Shifting uneasily on her feet she didn't know what to do or say, who the hell was this guy anyway?

"There you are!" called Freddy from behind them.

"Ssh" Maggie hissed turning around to face him. Freddy had Chucky clutched tightly in his arms and curiously glimpsed at the man behind her. "Who's this?"

"I don't know…I think he's lost"

"What the fuck is he dressed like?" Freddy snapped.

"Shut up!" Maggie warned and turned back to the man in question, "Um, excuse me? What is your name and uh are you lost by any chance?"

"My name is Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl" Jack replied and bowed ever so slightly.

"Captain Jack who?" Chucky finally spoke.

Jerking back a bit Jack glared at the doll, amazed and worried at the same time. "Is that doll under a voodoo curse?"

Maggie nodded, "Something like that. Are you dressed as a pirate?"

"I AM a pirate sweetheart"

Freddy rolled his eyes and cackled loudly, "Captain Jack, huh? It's more like Captain Jackass!"

In a blink of an eye Jack swiftly drew his sword and aimed it at the middle of Freddy's throat, "What did ye say mate?"

"N-Nothing" Freddy stuttered.

Slowly, Maggie stepped in between them. Jack gradually placed his sword back in it's holder, "I apologise for my father's rude outburst. Let me introduce ourselves properly. My name is Maggie Burroughs, this is Freddy Krueger and that doll…well he's called Chucky. I was surprised that he could walk and talk too. Um, perhaps we should go to my cabin and then you can explain how you came onto this ship?"

Thirty minutes had passed and Captain Jack had explained to them more about his life in what he had said was the late 17th century and the strange mist he saw the previous night on the shore. He also explained how he had fallen through the strange vapour and somehow made his way here to the present day. Maggie sat on the edge of her bed, captivated by his story.

Freddy and Chucky immediately laughed off this absurd idea and whispered to her that this guy was some nut job who needed to be locked up. Maggie on the other hand ignored this comment and looked back at Jack who was still in awe at the luxurious style this room was fitted out in. His eyes were firmly planted on the CD player, TV and DVD player seeing as this was his first time ever seeing them. "I still can't understand…what are they again?"

Smiling Maggie picked the small grey mote control and aimed it at the TV switching it on. The room was soon filled with the sound of explosions and gun shots as an action movie was being showed. Jack jerked back on the bed and withdrew his pistol and directed it towards the screen. Waving her arms frantically Maggie stepped in front of the pistol and swiftly turned off the screen, "It is okay. It's only a television, it shows you things. It's not dangerous. Do you want something to drink?"

He nodded, "Aye, rum. Plenty of it"

She walked over to the mini-bar and browsed through the remaining bottles of alcohol, "Rum…I don't think we have any of that"

"How about giving him some vodka?" Freddy suggested as he downed a shot of the beverage.

Maggie glanced at Jack nervously, "Um, perhaps he should stick to what he knows. I mean it seems to me that he is already drunk"

"A small vodka and coke won't do him any harm" Freddy grinned.

Sighing loudly she knew that whatever she said would not deter Freddy from giving their new visitor a drink and so climbed onto the bed and turned the TV back on, surfing each channel until something caught her attention. Glancing at Jack she saw him take a sip of his alcoholic beverage, "Nice"

"Want another?" Freddy asked and led Jack out onto the balcony. Maggie knew it was going to be a very long day.

Author's Note: I apologise if Jack Sparrow was out of character, I'm not used to writing his character.