Real Good Man

AN/ Okies. This is my first POC fanfic. I absolutely LOVED the movie, and I was listening to this song, by Tim McGraw, and I thought it sounded perfect for Captain Jack Sparrow. Except for a couple of the lyrics, it's brilliant. So bear with me people! Thanks.

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own a thing. Sorry to say. *Cries*

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Walking along the worn dirt path, a girl of 20 was swinging the end of a lead rope, and was leading one of the barn's ponies up to the barn.

This girl was Heather Smithers, and was the co-owner, and English instructor/ breeding manager for Fairytale Farms. Her best friends Amber Carter, and Adriana Belview were the other Co-owners.

Headed inside, she put Snickers (the little pony) into the stall, and fed him. Walking down the aisle, she looked in on the broodmare at the end of the stall. Smiling, she saw the little brown foal suckling at his mother's flank. She and Amber had had to stay all week, living in the barn, for this little one, but the wait was well worth it. This foal was of their finest stallion and broodmare.

Grabbing her things, she said her farewells, and headed out to her truck. Throwing her duffle bag and purse onto the seat next to her, she started the engine. Not starting.

Looking up to the sky, and counting to ten, she tried again. Success. She looked once more to the sky. It looked like rain. A lot of it.

There had been no rain for a month and a half, and the farmers were starting to worry. And when it holds out, there ain't no thunderstorm like you've ever seen on out in North Dakota.

Driving down the narrow dirt roads, Heather looked out over the scenery. The farm was at the top of a tall hill, with forest surrounding it.

The rain started. It just got heavier and heavier, and Heather considered pulling over. On these back roads though; there was nowhere to pull over. This was not good.

Trying to see through the blinding sheets of rain, Heather heard the worst thing she could possibly hear. A car horn.

Suddenly she was rolling. Pulling the closest thing to her, which was her duffle bag, she used it as a shield for her face and head.

Rolling, rolling. Hitting a log, the windshield shattered, and the passenger side window shattered along with it.

Rolling, rolling. Smashing into a tree branch, the limb went through the back window, (you know, the one from the truck bed), and cut her near her hairline.

Finally, near the bottom of the hill, she ran into a tree.

~ Oh my God. Help me.~ was the last thought to go through her head as she blacked out. ________________________________________________________________________

Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel of his beloved Pearl. Oh this was a good day.

Aye. He had plundered the town of St. Anne's and had come away with a pleasant sum. A VERY pleasant sum.

As he swaggered down the deck, and cry went up.

"Man over board, man over board!" shouted Annamaria.

Running to the railing, he looked down. A young woman was floating, holding onto a strange bag. Hurriedly the crew pulled her up, and lay her dripping wet on the deck.

Moving closer, Jack got as good a look at her as he could. She had dark hair that went down below her shoulders, and she was tan. The girl was tall, that much was obvious, and was quite brawny.

Her shoulders were wide, and through her sleeveless shirt, he could see the biceps.

The most mysterious thing about this girl was the clothing she wore. Strange black boots that went up to her knees, over top of tight fawn colored pants. The pants had pads on the inside of the knees, and these pants looked quite well worn.

Her shirt was sleeveless, and had a picture of horse and rider going over some strange obstacle (a stadium jump, but he wouldn't know that.) and said 'Frequent Flyer'. Whatever that meant.

Gibbs walked slowly over to the girl and gently prodded her. This earned a small, involuntary moan. He poked her again.

Her eyes flew open, and Jack could see that she was a little confused as to where she was.

Her eyes. Captivated with their honey golden color, Jack missed her first words.

"Sorry lass. Didn't catch tha'". He said.

"I said 'Where the hell am I?' The last time I checked, I was at a bottom of a hill, in my truck, in the middle of a thunderstorm." The girl replied. It was slightly lower that most, but that was fitting, as she didn't look like most. No, she wasn't a beauty. Except those eyes.

"Well luv. Welcome to the Caribbean! I be Captain Jack Sparrow, and this be my crew. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl." There were definitely no forests around here- what could this girl be talking about?

Gibbs, who was still standing next to this girl, looked down at her. "What's yur name lass?'

"Heather Smithers."

"Well Heather. Annamaria will help you get cleaned up, and into some different clothes. What's in tha' bag of yours?" Jack said, motioning Anna to come forward and help the girl.

As a response to his question, Heather gripped her bag tighter. "My duffle bag. It's got clothes and stuff in it."

As she was lead into the 'ladies cabin', Mr. Gibbs looked to his captain. "You know Captain, it's bad luck to have a woman on board."

Jack sighed. "Mr. Gibbs, had it ever occurred to you that we have Anna on board? And no, the only bad thing that happened to us with a woman on board is their ability to always be right."

Aye. He never could forget about Elizabeth and his escape off that damned island.

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(Heather's POV)

As this woman lead me down stairs, I started to think. The conversation on the deck kept running through my head.

~ That crazy captain said he was Captain Jack Sparrow. Welcome to the Caribbean. Black Pearl. OH MY GOD~

The last part I must have said out loud. Anna whipped around. "What is it?" she asked impatiently.

"I'm on the black pearl. And in the Caribbean. I'm not in North Dakota anymore." Was my answer? This got a very weird look from the pirate. Unbelievable, I know, I was on a pirate ship. I was still having trouble believing in myself.

"I must be hallucinating. That's it. It's all a dream. When I wake up, I'll be in the hospital. That's right." I still couldn't believe it.

"No. You're in the Caribbean. An' on th' Pearl." Was the answer I got.

I had gone with Amber and Adriana to see the movie when it first came out. Oh, man. Did we love it. Well, actually, more like the guys in it. But that's irrelevant.

When we reached the cabin, Anna went and got some water, and cloth. She then went and got some clothes. There was a billowy shirt, and pants and boots that resembled my riding pants and boots somewhat.

"Here. I didn't think tha' my shirt would fit 'ya. So I got 'ya one of Jack's." she said, throwing the clothes at me.

"Ta very much. I have things in my duffle, but I think they'll be too wet. Is there anywhere I could hang 'em out to dry?" I asked. My CDs and CD player were in a plastic grocery bad, but I doubted that it would make much difference.

"Yeah. Umm. 'Ya could hang 'em righ' here."

Well. Annamaria wasn't a woman for words that much was obvious.

"Thanks." Finished changing, I went over to the duffle, and pulled out my brush and a hair band. I put up my hair in the oh-so-famous ponytail. Turning, I noticed that Anna was watching me with interest.

Raising her eyebrows, she turned.

"Thanks for helping me." With that, we headed out the door.

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