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

Supernatural

Jayme didn't want to wake up. She was comfortable in the inn bed, but the musty smell was more than enough to convince her to forget her dreams.

She raised her head and say her 'roommate' was asleep face down on the other side of the small double bed. Yeah, she'd slept with the imaginary Johnny Depp. The two of them were still mostly clothed, they'd been rather in a hurry, and what clothing had been shed laid on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Jayme looked over to the window where a soft pink glow was starting to come through the faded lace curtains. Her head flopped back on the pillow and she grinned for a second before she got up and put on her pants, then picked up her shoes, her hoody, and swiped the key Jack had for his own separate room for himself down the hall. She walked to the doorway of the room that he had thrown his 'effects' into the previous night before joining her, and looked at the lock. It was incredibly old school, in Jayme's personal opinion, and she knew that the key was almost unnecessary, because she could see through the lock itself, and it was probably a piece of cake to pick.

"High quality," she muttered before she stuck the key into it's slot and quickly ducked in the room before anyone saw her.

She looked around the room, and smirked. It was basically the same idea as hers, but larger. She definitely expected Jack to take the bigger room.

Jayme shook her head as she crawled onto the bed, not bothering to pull back the musty, dirty sheets. She was starting to lose the ability to find a way to think this was all just a hallucination.

The corner of Jack's mouth twitched before he grinned and his eyes popped open. Some things in life were just too tempting to pass up. Like Miss Jayme...

Jack groaned after he realized the most crucial back lash of his actions. He and the girl would be on the ship together now, and she'd surely get all emotional like women did.

"Lovely," he muttered before sitting up and looking over to the empty side of the bed, and the empty nightstand where the key to his own room had been. Apparently Jayme was in his room as well.

Smart girl.

Jack stood up and buttoned his shirt, tucked it in, and rolled up the sleeves. No reason to hide the marks on his skin in Esperanza. It was just about as pirate friendly as Tortuga, with less risk of the Navy showing up on account of it not being so well known.

Suddenly Jack could hear voices in the hallway. "Why ye be in Jack's room, Missy?" AnnaMaria's voice rang out and Jack paused to listen. Apparently Jayme had just woken up. Jack crouched and looked through the keyhole into the hallway. Jayme was looking slightly tired, but she was dressed and seemed as if she was still enjoying torturing Anna.

Out in the hall, Jayme frowned at Anna and gave her the best scowl she could muster. There was absolutely no reason for anyone to be that noisy so early in the morning.

"Jack passed out in my room, so I came in here." She answered, tossing the key at the other woman without warning. "Besides, I like big rooms."

Anna glared as she caught the key and went to unlock the door to see if she was telling the truth, but nearly jumped out of her skin when Jack opened the door behind her abruptly.

Jack took a moment to look around the hallway in front of him, making sure to look the part of someone who was sleeping off a long night. He saw Jayme's back as she skipped down the stairs towards the main room, and of course Anna, who was standing in front of the door to the room that he occupied every time he came to this port. She was looking at him wide-eyed, with the key in the lock, not entirely sure of what to do next.

Jack grunted and walked towards her, took the key out of her hand and continued on down the stairs without a word.

He came down the stairs quicker than he first intended, and wound up balancing himself at the foot of the staircase before looking up to see most of his crew starting to mill around the inn.

Including Jayme.

He watched her drop into a seat and throw her foot up on an empty chair between her and Gibbs before yawning. She made quite the show of her yawn and then slouched down with a smug look as Gibbs looked at her sideways.

"What that look be for Miss Jayme?" Jack heard and had to bend sideways at the waist to see Marty walk up to the largest table and sit down.

Jack raised an eyebrow and turned on the heel of his foot to find something to do that seemed important and Captain-y like.

"Just happy to sleep in a bed again." She answered lightly, and tossed a nut from a bowl on the table at AnnaMaria's back as she walked by.

Gibbs looked sideways at Jayme and couldn't help letting out a chuckle. The girl might be bad luck something fierce, but she sure was great entertainment at times.

"Listen, lass," Gibbs started and pulled a small pouch out of his vest. "You've been workin' hard on the ship, and Captain figured you've a bit of a wage."

Once Jayme realized what Gibbs had was money, her mind instantly wandered back to that shop with all the purple mysteriousness. "Ah," she said, and gently took the bag from him and opened it. She had no idea how much money she'd just been handed, and no idea what it would buy her. "Thank you."

"Well it's just for your work," he answered awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hey Gibbs, can I go around town? I don't know what I can buy with this stuff but it'd be fun to look." Jayme asked.

Gibbs looked around for a moment before grinning and answering, "If you don't mind waiting for a few hours, I can show you around myself."

"It's a date, Mr. Gibbs!" Jayme said, smiling at him and stuffing the bag in the front pocket of her hoody.

Now she just had to find a way to stay busy for a while.

A while later, Jayme found herself back on the Pearl as she waited for Gibbs to be ready to take out out on the town. The sun was high in the sky and even though there were a few stragglers on the ship still, Jayme felt safe enough to hide out with her hoody off and her pants rolled up to the middle of her calves.

Jayme grinned.

This was the best fantasy ever. She could be stuck in some nightmare where her father's girlfriend ruled the universe and everyone around her worshiped the woman, but she was dreaming about the Caribbean with an incredibly Johnny-Depp-like Jack Sparrow. Hell, even AnnaMaria was fun to irritate.

And hey, what better way to get rid of all the friends she could no longer stand than to jet back to the seventeenth century?

Jayme's grin faded and she stared out to sea, the port behind her.

She still couldn't figure out for the life of her where she was. She had heard on TV show that the brain can make up another reality when the body goes through something bad, or something along those lines.

'Maybe I've just been roofied,' she thought with a sly look. 'That explains last night.' She let her eyes droop shut and her head roll back slightly.

Johnny Depp had rocked her world.

Jayme eventually got bored and could hear Marty, Cobber and Mr. Cotton playing some kind of card game, so she meandered over and sat down to watch until they invited her to join.

"Miss Jayme," Gibbs greeted a few hours later, "I believe I owe ya a trip to the shops?" He asked in a low tone with a sly smile. Gibbs figured she'd love the little town.

Jayme smiled and stood up after throwing her hand of cards in the pile that sat in the middle of the group. "Peace out, guys, I'm gonna go explore." The parrot balked and Marty waved before they all went back to playing, interested in seeing what cards she was hiding.

The two of them carefully crossed the gangplank and headed towards the small market of Esperanza. Jayme was fairly impressed at the change between day and night in this port. The small shops seemed to pack up everything and tuck in for the day, and all the people were either absent or acting normal when the sun was up. But here she was, looking at the main street just before dusk, and the shops were open again, the people were staggering and shouting, it was entertaining.

"So what is this place? Have you been in there before? Or am I getting you to explore, too?" Jayme asked and skipped once before grinning at the older man.

Gibbs frowned and cocked his head as they walked before answering, "Oh we've pulled into this little dock quite often." Gibbs said in his best storytelling voice. "It's one'a Captain Sparrow's favorites."

Jayme nodded and continued to walk down the dirt road, her eyes almost instantly on the alluring shop. It still seemed to light up the street in front of it, and she couldn't wait to see what was inside.

Before she let her curiosity known, Jayme let Gibbs show her around and describe all the things she was seeing for the first time. He was quite miffed that she didn't know how much money she had in her new coin purse. "'Kay so how much is this?" Jayme asked, holding up some random item.

"A shilling," Gibbs answered.

"And so I can buy... how many of them?" He was completely surprised.

The entire time Gibbs was with Jayme he was instructed to watch out for anyone who seemed out of place or following them. So far he saw nothing.

The two of them finally approached the open 'purple' doorway, where scarves of all shades of purple hung from the frame and the window sills as well. Jayme felt something close to nervousness creep its way into her stomach, and stepped inside after making sure Gibbs was behind her. He'd put up a fuss about 'bad luck', but Jayme had just grinned and walked in.

Jayme dropped her grin as she looked around the inside of the shop. Skulls of all shapes and sizes decorated the room in an almost elegant way- scattered in with candles, scarves and decorations. She could smell something that resembled tree bark and vanilla, and wondered if she was imagining the smell of beef mixed in there too. "This is creep-tastic," she muttered to Gibbs, who let out a grunt of a laugh turned his attention to a doorway leading into the back of the shop.

Jayme frowned at him and turned to look as well just as an older, skinny woman appeared. She too was covered in purple, but in a much less flashy style than her shop. She had on a long, plain skirt that extended up to just below her chest, meeting a loosely fitting, white poet's shirt hiding under a thick purple shawl. She had thin, black hair and no makeup on her face at all, just a large, enthusiastic smile on her face as she looked at Gibbs.

"Ah Jayme!" She opened her arms wide and walked up to her, taking her face in her hands for a moment. Jayme raised her eyebrows at Gibbs and he shot her a very questioning look. "Oh, my sweet,"

Jayme's lip curled, and she looked over at Gibbs for help, but he just stood and stared, offering no explanation. She scowled at him, fully intent on shooting some snide remark about being no help, but cringe when the woman's cold hands once again made contact with her face. "Um," Jayme started, trying to look anywhere but the little woman that held onto her. "Do I know you?"

"Oh no, my sweet," she laughed, and Jayme all but rolled her eyes. "But I know you, and oh-" she closed her eyes and tilted her head back for a moment before looking at Jayme once again, "How I have missed you."

Jayme stepped back and touched her face after it was released. "You know for me?"

"I've known you for your whole life, my sweet, for hundreds of years. My name is Esmeralda, and oh- my dear, it is so good to see you. Come, sit."

Jayme stared blankly before nodding her head to the side, accepting the name and the offer, and followed Esmeralda to sit at a short, wooden table in the corner. "Joshamee, dear, wait for us outside."

Gibbs floundered, surprised that the woman knew his name too, and was about to object when she held up hand up to hold him off. "She's safe Joshamee," Esmeralda said. "No one can get to her in here."

Gibbs shrugged and left without giving Jayme an opportunity to object, which she fully intended to do. Through her teenage years, there were plenty of things that Jayme did after her mother warned her not to- traveling near certain streets and neighborhoods downtown, walking past shady characters in dimly lit parking lots, driving by the state penitentiary with the windows down... but here was Jayme, shaking in her shoes in front of an ancient old woman.

"How do you know me? And what do you mean hundreds of years, I'm only 18." Jayme asked, feeling very suspicious.

"Oh my dear, your timeline is very tangled. From birth to now is a short line, but if you unwind all the knots it's a long, beautiful thread."

"I don't understand, that's ridiculous." Jayme said, furrowing her brow and shaking her head.

Esmeralda seemed to ignore the comment all together and moved a few stray items aside that lay between the two of them on the table. Jayme noted a small animal skull with a scarf and a string of beads laced through the eye sockets, and started slightly as a few stray beads hit the wooden floor and bounced away from the two of them.

"You're in an extreme amount of danger here. " Ezmeralda said, and though she knew Joshamee was listening from the door, she didn't stop him. "I know who must have done this, but I did not know she had the power."

"What do you mean? I'm obviously dreaming, or in a coma."

"That's not the answer, dear."

Jayme rested her elbow on the table and ran a hand across her face. "What's the answer, then? Why am I... wherever I am?"

"We'll find out together, I'm afraid. I believe you're being used as a resource, but I can't be sure." The old woman took out some marble looking stones and rolled them around in her hands and she stared intently at Jayme. "For now, though, you'll have to use extreme caution. There are people looking for you-" Jayme was about to mention her dream, but Esmerelda cut her off. "And I don't mean people from your home. Bad people, here and now, are looking for you. You need to do all that you can to stay with Jack Sparrow for now."

Esmeralda stood and Jayme recognized a dismissal. "Who are you?" Jayme said, her voice almost a whisper.

Esmeralda chuckled and winked at her before standing and disappearing back into back of her shop.

Jayme curled her lip as she stood as well, and walked out the door to see Gibbs leaning against a barrel that sat just outside the shop. "So how 'bout that whack job in there, huh?" She laughed and walked up the street towards the tavern with Gibbs.

Jack sat back in the tavern and watched the scene before him. He had had a lot of time to himself to think today, and he hadn't quite come to a conclusion about his newest shipmate and their predicament. He was starting to think he deserved some of the abuse he took from the ladies.

The solution he had most recently come to was simple, and easy to remember. Kick her off the ship. It would be cruel and somewhat uncalled for, but when women got attached, they needed to be detached right quickly.

The commotion inside the tavern had picked up greatly since he had sat down just a few minutes before sundown, and he welcomed the noise. The pirate friendly ports were entirely more interesting after dark. He had warned the entire crew that they should show good behavior in this port, Jack still had a fairly good standing in this town and didn't want his crew to make anymore havoc then they needed. He doubted anyone would disobey. A spot on the Black Pearl wasn't just something you threw away for a night of fun. Unless, of course, you happen to be captain of said ship.

Jack looked up and took a subtle head count, seeing that most of the crew were inside now, playing, shouting, drinking, and having a grand old time. His count ended on Mr. Gibbs and Miss Jayme as they walked in the door, both of them laughing.

Gibbs made his way over to the table, bringing the girl with him despite Jack's best efforts to silently tell him not to.

"Captain Jack, there's something you need to know about your first mate." Jayme said before she even stopped walking, grinning and dodging Gibbs' hands as they tried to smack her. Jack raised an eyebrow and wondered what had gotten them both so riled up. "He's afraid of an old lady."

"'s not true!" Gibbs thundered, sitting down in a pout. He looked over at Jack and frowned. "'sides, she's more afraid of her than me."

"So?" Jayme laughed, turning a chair around on the opposite side of the large round table from Jack. "She was touching me, I'm allowed to be afraid of her."

Jayme raised an eyebrow at Jack and grinned at him for a moment before looking up to a wench who sat down a mug of grog for each of them.

"Ah!" Jack waved his hands about, trying to shoo the grog away. "Bottle rum, please," He slurred, realizing too late he had left out some words.

Jayme laughed and shook her head, and took up her mug. It was nice to be able to sit down and drink with these people. Soon AnnaMaria, Cobber and Marty joined the group and Jayme watched and Gibbs and Jack had another one of their little quiet exchanges. She wondered if these were all about her.

Jayme drank free grog until she felt her feet become heavy and her shoulders slouch. She threw a sideways glance to Jack where he was telling some animated story and felt that wonderful swirling heat in her abdomen at the thought of what she might be allowed to do with the captain if she stayed aboard the Pearl and behaved herself.

Recognizing dangerous thoughts, Jayme stood and gently clapped a hand on Gibbs' shoulder, and tried shoot Jack a secret grin. "I'm going to the boat. I'm bored."

Jack tilted his head back and motioned for Cotton and Marty to follow her before turning his attention to the wench serving his rum.

No more than an hour later, Jack got up from the table, slightly tipsy, and headed for the ship with a nasty grin and one thing on his mind.