Summary: Jayme lands herself on the Pearl, caught up in the world of Pirates, and finds her self exceptionally close to Jack Sparrow.

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or it's story lines. All original characters and plots are of my own.

Under-whelmed

If I Get Locked Up

Jayme was clueless as to what was going on. All she wanted to do was be at home, she no longer cared if movers were tracking mud through her kitchen, or if her father's girlfriend was hanging pictures of someone else's family in her living room. Where ever she was now, conscious or not, was giving her a headache.

"Listen, lady," Jayme said for the fourth time and laid back down on the small bed. "I'm not on a boat, alright? And I'm not gonna call you 'Captain'." She actually did happen to believe that she was on a ship, as crazy as it seemed, because her stomach was not taking the motions of the room very well.

"You will, or I'll throw ye over." The captain said, but saw that Jayme wasn't listening anymore.

She was in her own little world, if only for a moment. She knew for a fact, or at least she thought she knew, that she had woken up and eaten cake for breakfast. She could remember her mother talking to her, see her lips moving in her head, but couldn't for the life of her remember the words. Jayme could recollect her mother wearing a rare smirk, after the girlfriend walked through the house. She could remember her best friend walking through the kitchen, putting her hand on her shoulder and saying something, but couldn't remember feeling it.

It really felt like she was trying to remember the first time she got sickeningly drunk.

"Come with me." Anna Maria said and stood up from where she was leaning heavily on the wall.

"I don't-"

"Come with me now."

"Fine!" Jayme nearly shouted, her teenage temper and lack of patience with this situation taking it's toll. "But walking isn't really easy right now."

The woman seemed to ignore the comment and turned to leave the room. Jayme groaned and pushed herself up off of the bed. She was certain that there was no worse feeling in the world than an unsettled stomach.

She was led out of the room and up a short set stairs before the warm sun was on her. The scene in front of Jayme was exactly like something she'd seen in movies that was really made by computers. "Nice backdrop," she muttered sarcastically.

"What?" Anna snapped and Jayme held up her hands in innocence and didn't respond. "You are on a ship, miss." She bit angrily, and received a genuine eye-roll.

"Alright." Jayme said in a bored tone with her eyebrows raised, which caused her to receive a glare. Truthfully, she could smell salt and feel the damp, humid air seemingly crushing her. Wyoming had very low humidity levels, and being in what she was told was the middle of the ocean was nearly believable with all the moisture on her skin. 'This is going to be hell with my hair.' She thought and put a hand on her slightly wavy locks.

"HEY!" Anna Maria called out in a high-pitched tone, causing Jayme to take an exaggerated step sideways, holding her head. "This is a hostage we have- make do with her until the Cap'n is back with us." Jayme steadied herself and found that standing still on the deck was much easier than moving.

"Whoa whoa whoa- there'll be no 'makin' do'." Jayme said holding her hands up, and backed up with uneven paces. "Hey," She hissed to Anamaria with a death glare. "You said you were the 'cap'n'."

"I'm the Cap'n 'till the rightful one is returned."

"What? Is he in Tahiti?" Jayme countered, holding onto the railing that lined the stairs up to the helm with both hands, and sat down on the wood.

"No- he's... in Tortuga." An older man said, and Anna Maria stalked off.

Jayme looked up at him and sighed. He at least looked old enough to not want to do bad things to her. He had silver hair that pretty much covered his head, but seemed much thicker on his jaw, and seemed to have a pleasant aura.

"Pay no mind to Anna Maria, she's jus' bitter 'cuz she's not really our Cap'n. And makin' do with ya is plainly puttin' ya in the brig. You'll know me as Gibbs." He said, holding out his hand.

Jayme stared at it for a few seconds, before gently shaking it, "Alright...Gibbs." She said and looked behind her to the helm where the woman who had brought her on deck was standing. "She's Anna Maria?"

"Really bad eggs!" Jayme heard before Gibbs could answer, and looked up to see a parrot on one of the ropes.

"Who the-"

"Mr. Cotton's parrot. That's about the only thing we understand of 'im. 'S his lil name for the Captainess."

"Okay." Jayme said, a slight sense of déjà vu settling around her at the mention of all of these names. "Thanks Gibbs," She said distractedly and stood on unsteady feet. "Now," She held her arms out to steady herself, the looked him straight in the eyes. "What's a brig?"

"So you're trying to tell me..." Jayme said, hanging her arms through the bars of her little jail cell. "That Jack Sparrow is the captain of this ship... the Black Pearl... right?"

"Aye, but he's in Tortuga." Gibbs answered, leaning against the mahogany railing.

Jayme shook her head. Completely impossible. Every notion she had before of actually being in this new world was thrown aside at the mention of this. She was on a fictional ship, with a Johnny Depp character as a captain. Disney's fraud lawyers might have a hay-day with this one.

Jayme had been in this jail cell for five days. It was filthy, in the most filthy way. The floor was perpetually wet and the every single unpleasant smell Jayme had ever experienced seemed to mingle together into one nice humid layer of ick. The hot, thick Caribbean air seemed to congeal below the deck and her body had been covered in a nice film of sweat since the cell door closed behind her.

"God, this is fricken insane."

Jayme shook her head and looked toward the stairway as Marty wobbled down, holding on to the rail as his short legs carried him down slowly. "A'Maria says she's to come to the Isle wiv' her." He reported to Gibbs.

"Oh goody," Jayme said, and thought about her appearance for a moment. She had shed the hoody and pants and had really riled up the pirates by curling up on the terrible excuse of a bed in just some shorts and a tank top for the last several days. Now though, she decided to cover back up, and pulled her pants and hoody off the higher cell bars where they hung to stay dry...well dry-er.

Gibbs fished around on a desk for the keys. "I suppose it's up to the captain now, what's to happen to ye." He said, still a bit rattled at just how much bad luck she could bring.

Jayme found out soon enough that getting used to the rocking of a ship was probably just as annoying as getting used to solid ground afterwards. The wobbling and unsure feeling she was having after stumbling out of a dinghy reminded her of taking off roller blades after hockey games that would last for hours. She sighed and fisted her hands while she focused on both the ground in front of her, and Gibb's feet leading her.

The entered a tavern, which was definitely smelly, and wound around huge crowds of people that reminded the modern girl of a dive bar back home; crowded, dirty, and full of drunks. Though in this one, there were a lot of whores too.

Soon enough they found themselves in a back room, separate from all the noise and apparently where the important pirates gathered. Gibbs sat at what looked like a picnic table, and Jayme stood several feet away with two other Pearl pirates keeping her from getting any closer while he quietly explained the situation to his Captain.

Finally, after being under an unwavering and unblinking stare from the Captain of her recent floating prison for several long moments, Jayme watched as he snapped his eyes over to her babysitters and nodded. She was quickly brought over to stand in front of him.

"Well, ye certainly look like trouble." He said with a critical look on his face.

Jayme bit her bottom lip and looked away, unable to get her brain to latch on to the fact that this was just a hallucination. In hallucinations, you shouldn't need to worry that you smelled like a moldy prison the first time you meet Johnny Depp.

"You have any belongings you need to get off the ship?" Jack Sparrow asked Jayme and she shook her head without looking up. "They really found you floating about in the ocean?" Another shake of the head. "No shipwreck around?" And another.

Jack Sparrow took several long moments to look over this woman. She was skinny and tan, so she probably wasn't from a rich family that'd pay handsomely to get her back. She looked lean and toned but not like she was strong enough to swing a sword, so she probably wasn't a major foe. Jack was about to ask her more questions when his dark eyes caught the sight of two shirtless thugs ducking behind a wall. They were not the type of people to be in Tortuga, and Jack saw that some of the patrons that had noticed them were starting to whisper and point to where they had disappeared, then over to Jack's area.

"You're sure you don't know where you came from, or who might be missing you?" Annoyingly, Jayme only shook her head again.

"You have two options." Jack said, leaning back and propping a foot up on his table. "You can stay here and see how long you can make it on your own, or you can come stay aboard the Pearl while I figure out who you are."

Jayme found about a dozen sarcastic comments on the tip of her tongue about the unbalanced options, but managed to keep herself quiet. She didn't realize, however, that she had slightly opened her mouth to retort before snapping it shut and sending a sideways glare to the captain.

That seemed to be answer enough for Jack, and he grinned before nodding to the two pirates beside Jayme. "Take her back." He said and smirked when her expression dropped.

"Do I have to stay in the brig?" She asked flatly, and Jack was surprised that she sounded fairly confident for a woman that was alone in a pirate pub with her fate in someone else's hands.

"We'll see." He said waved them off. After watching them retreat from the area, but before they were out of sight, Jack leaned over to Gibbs and muttered, "She's being followed. We'll keep her aboard until we know what she's worth. Make sure they're not stopped."

Gibbs made a very small show of how unhappy he was that he couldn't drink his just-served grog, and nodded before getting up and following the three towards the Pearl.

Jack thoughtfully picked up Gibbs' abandoned drink and scanned the crowd again.