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

Wake Up Call

It was mid morning the next day when the ship started to fill up with men again. Jayme could hear some hollers and footsteps above her, but remained alone in the dark. She was incredibly bored, and had drifted in and out of sleep in her tank and shorts as the anchored ship rocked slightly in the bay. She was wondering if she would ever get to wash the clothes she was wearing when she finally heard someone coming towards her.

Jack Sparrow came down the stairs so fast that it seemed like he was skipping down them, keeping his eyes on his feet until he was standing just in front of where Jayme was now at the front of her cell with her hands through the bars. Once he stopped, he looked at her with bright eyes, and a smirk. "G'Morning." He said with a wave of his hands.

Jayme stood and looked at him. It was fairly dark down in the brig, but light came down the stairwell and outlined him slightly. "Yeah." She said lamely, and pulled her hands back in when he stepped closer.

"Yeah?" He repeated, cocking his head to the side and eyeing her.

Jayme sighed and looked away from him. "If you're gonna keep me down here, can you toss me out? I survived before, why not try one more time? Maybe I'll float back home." She said lowly, watching as Jack looked around with animated body language. He took a few steps over to a chair and dramatically turned it to sit facing Jayme and slouched into it.

"'S quite a state of dress ye got there." He said lowly, staring only at her face.

"Yeah, seems I didn't pack too well." Jayme said, not caring that what she was wearing was less than underwear for this time period, and also not quite to the point of wondering how she wasn't going to get massively sunburned if she was ever allowed out of her cage.

"Well, what's your name, then."

"Um, Jayme," Jack narrowed his eyes at her and waited for her to continue. "Jayme Miles," she finished once she figured out that he wanted her full name.

Jack dropped his pleasant expression. "Where are you from, Jayme Miles?" He asked, letting his arms hang by his side.

"Oh um," She started, wondering why she hadn't come up with an answer for this sooner. "The... Um, New England? Uh- the... colonies. There's thirteen of them?"

"Ah so you're onea those Quaker blokes?"

Jayme frowned, and glared at him. "No," she started, then thought for a few moments. "But that's happened, right? The whole 'Mayflower' thing? I can't remember what year that was."

Jack stared at her for a moment, then cocked his head to the side. Deciding to leave the comment unanswered, he threw one foot up to rest between the bars of Jayme's cell and watched her take another step back from him. "So what is your business on this ship?"

"I don't have any business here. I guess I was in the ocean and your- 'crew' hauled me up here. I was just minding my own business at home, and then woke up here." She said, hoping that he wouldn't ask more about 'home'.

"Well there'll be no throwing ya overboard." Jack said, standing and looking for the keys. He snatched them up off of the desk behind him and approached the lock. "Unless of course," He added, waving an arm about. "Gibbs deems you as bad luck and shoves you off." He grinned and Jayme looked at him with an unsure glare.

"You'll have to prove your worth," He added, opening the door and watching her pick up her clothes before stepping out. "And you're going to have to be responsible for protecting yourself from the crew, but they're not half bad. They know to leave AnnaMaria alone, you'll just have to learn from her."

Jayme raised one eyebrow and walked out of the cell. "Where am I going to sleep, then? Here?"

Jack pondered that for a moment. That might be the safest option. "If you like," he answered, stepping to the side to let Jayme by. "Might not get a lot of rest up with the crew."

Jayme spent the rest of the day being shown around by Gibbs, Marty and Mr. Cotton's parrot. She was very obviously a landlubber, so she was given silly tasks like mopping the deck and cleaning the galley after meals. She was taught the 'bell' system and told which watches were hers. Halfway through the tour, the anchor was raised and Jayme had to reach out and clasp onto Gibbs' forearm to keep from falling over as the entire ship lurched to one side.

Gibbs nearly shook her hand off, but watching her wide eyes take in the pulley system and put together the pieces as to why the ship had moved like that distracted him long enough that she removed her own hand a few moments later.

Marty loved Jayme, especially when she said something completely inappropriate, or spoke out of turn to Gibbs. Gibbs' position was one of some significance on this ship, and Jayme rather often interrupted him or asked him questions that should be reserved for someone beneath him. Very quickly, Jayme was becoming more and more comfortable and was starting to joke with the two of them easily.

Hours melted into dusk, and soon Jayme found herself glancing occasionally to the stairwell that led back down to the brig. She really didn't want to sleep down in the cell again, but the number of comments from the crew on the bare tops of her feet showing under her flip-flops really had her thinking she'd have too much adventure if she chose to sleep with a bunch of pirates.

"And there're the bells, that's off to bed wiv ya." Marty piped up as the first stars were starting to show up. "It's early, but you'll be up early too."

The three of them stood and stared for a moment, Jayme not wanting to look like she wanted to go to the brig, and the other two not wanting to be the ones that locked her in.

"Ready for bed, then, Miss?" Jack asked suddenly, surprising all three of his crew members standing in a triangle before him.

"Oh," Jayme started, and looked to where his arm was extended towards the brig. "Yeah," She deflated, but was glad the decision was made for her.

Jack wordlessly led her down the stairs and quietly shut the cell door behind her, then locked it before walking away without so much as a glance at her. He turned and made his way back up to the deck and rejoined Gibbs and Marty. "Anything follow us?" He asked straight away, looking himself towards the waters they had already left behind.

"No, Cap'n." Gibbs answered, turning as well. "You're sure they were after her? Think she's worth somethin'?"

"'M not sure of anything, Mr. Gibbs," Jack said, clapping his firstmate on the shoulder. "But I can be sure that they'll all be sure she's with us. And we sure don't want to be a step- or any steps behind anyone, surely?"

Gibbs, though he was glad his babbling Captain was back after a full day of brooding at the helm, wasn't sure he understood but nodded and grinned anyway. This might turn out to be an interesting trip, after all.

When Jayme was let out of her cell by Gibbs each morning, she was tired and grumpy. They hadn't fed her anything but salty dried meat and bread, she hadn't showered in weeks, and she was sleeping in a pirate prison. Not only that, but she had to get up with the sun, mop a ship (seriously, why mop a ship) and play house in the kitchen all day, and then return with the sunset to the prison.

There were good parts, too. Gibbs, Marty and AnnaMaria were fun enough to be around, and she was finding that she could joke around and be silly while she did her chores without being shot. The scenery was absolutely beautiful, and even though there was still parts of her brain that constantly worked to take everything she was seeing and doing apart and make it into some logical part of a coma (her most recent and concrete explanation for this world) she still enjoyed the sights. It was hot out, very hot, but Jayme kept her hoody and pants on, not only to keep from being leered at by the men, but to keep the sun off her. The part in her hair and her face were suffering, but she just sneakily tried to find ways to stay out of the sun when she could.

On day 14 (though Jayme hadn't been keeping track because she forgot to start counting when she was still positive of the number) Jack came down to let Jayme out of her cell several hours early. He was quite surprised to see that she had tried, mostly in vain, to clean up her cell. Using torn sails that she cleaned and dried each day, she had done her best to clean up the floors and bars, and had washed the scarce bedding. It still looked like a terrible pirate brig, but he had to admit, it did smell a bit better.

"Good morning, Miss Miles." Jack said, waking her up with the sounds of the keys unlocking the cell door and waiting for her to exit. "I'm afraid we may need to rent out your room."

"Huh?" Jayme asked, and very slowly picked up on the fact that Jack wanted her to get up and follow him. She couldn't have been asleep for more than a few hours, and was having trouble understanding his meaning.

"We're approaching a vessel, wouldn't want the brig so to have such a lovely reward as a beautiful woman when we throw hostages in, now would we?" Jack held onto the back of Jamie's arm and led her up into the night air.

"Huh?" She repeated, but quickly caught up. "Nice try," she muttered at his 'beautiful woman' remark. Jayme knew what she looked like after just 2 or 3 days of not bathing and taking care of herself. She didn't want to even kind of know how she looked now. Jayme stopped short when the cool air hit her face and wrapped itself around her. "Oh my god, yes..." quietly groaned and locked her knees when Jack tried to push her forward. The chilly air was still warmer than any given night in Wyoming, but she was so glad for the change that she felt goose bumps rise up on her exposed forearms.

Jack was at a loss for words, wondering why the woman in front of him was standing in the night air with her head thrown back in an almost provocative way and was refusing to walk forward. "Uh- Miss Miles, we're a bit pressed for time and-"

"Oh stop," Jayme said, though quietly. "This feels amazing. I want to take my sweatshirt off," her eyes darted around to the crew and saw that none of them were paying attention to her, "I'm taking it off." Without even really paying any mind to Jack, Jayme quickly grabbed the hem of hoody and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her in the tank top and pants. She once again groaned in pleasure and fought with herself to not just lay down on the deck and sleep.

"Right then," Jack said, and Jayme finally realized he was there.

"It's cool up here." She explained, not even the tiny bit bashful about the way Jack seemed so mesmerized by her bare shoulders. "The brig is so hot and ridiculous but this is really..." She trailed off as her eyes wandered out to sea and finally saw a ship that was much closer then she expected it to be. "Oh-"

"Oh." Jack copied, and returned his hand to her arm to lead her on. They both ignored the heat below his hand and started walking.

"So what are you going to do? Sell me off? Want me to take off my pants too?" Jayme asked, but her tone was light and she continued to walk with him.

Jack took a fraction of a second to keep himself from telling her yes, he did want her to take her pants off, and answered as he opened one of the doors under the quarterdeck. "This should be a reasonably safe place for you. Don't come out until someone comes for you. If it's quiet enough to sleep, the bed's in there." He pointed towards another door and Jayme found herself speechless. She was in the Captains Quarters. With a real bed.

"Oh my god a bed," Jayme said and immediately rushed for the door.

Jack smirked and shook his head before steeling himself for a possible battle and walking out of his quarters.

The battle had been fairly short, and with one a few cannon shots fired before things were quiet again, Jayme shed her pants to crawl into Jack's bed with her tank and shorts on. She hoped that if she was asleep by the time Jack came back in, he would let her stay the night and she wouldn't have to go back to the brig. She didn't know how she'd ever be able to sleep down there again knowing how cool and comfortable this room was.

It was indeed midmorning when Jack came back into his quarters, and when he found the first room was empty, he opened to door to his cabin and saw Jayme standing at the window looking out at the ocean in her shorts and tank top. He rolled his neck and found that the adrenaline of a battle (no matter how easy it had been) and the sight of a mostly naked woman in his cabin were quite the interesting mix for his body.

By the time Jayme turned around to see him standing there, Jack had gotten control of himself and was just taking off his hat when her eyes found him. "Ah-" Jayme started, and left the window. "I didn't know if it was safe to come out."

Jack felt the sleepless night catching up with him as he sat down on the side of his bed and took off his boots. "Aye, everything is fine. Though you'll be needing to stay clear of the brig. Gibbs will tell you what to do tonight."

"Thanks for... uh, letting me sleep in here." Jayme said, and slipped her clothes on as Jack started slipping his effects off.

Jack nodded and laid over sideways onto his big bed, his eyes sliding shut as his door shut behind Jayme. He certainly knew what he would be dreaming about that morning.