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Cat balanced the laptop on her knee and looked over at her kitten, who was sleeping on her other knee. "Really, Fuzzy, you do make it hard to type when you're in a cuddly mood." She remarked fondly. Cat was seventeen, middle tall and had exceptionally red hair. She was a self-proclaimed nerd, but didn't fit the stereotype. In fact, she fit no stereotype at all. Besides trying to type a report on living conditions in the 18th century, she was also watching a movie on her laptop. "He's hot, Kitty" she said appraisingly "Oh, come on!" she said when the cat paid no attention whatsoever to her comment "You have to agree with me, you've never seen better looking, cleaner looking pirates in all your nine lives." She picked the cat up and stared at it momentarily. Suddenly her computer screen began to glow faintly. "What the..." Everything went black.

"Uuuuuhh. Why am I sleeping on the floor? And why is Fuzzy making that noise? What!?!?" Cat opened her eyes and saw first blue sky, then several mangy faces hanging over her. "Who are you?" she asked defensively. "Where am I? I am going to scream."

"Ye're on the Black Pearl." One of the least mangy men replied. "And we're going to take ye to the captain."

"Oh, yeah right. You're insane. That was just a movie. Not real life." Cat was nervous. This was weird, there she was, lying flat on her back on a fictional pirate ship with her kitten sitting on her stomach. "I must have hit my head on something." She thought, standing up. "Well, then. Take me to your captain." And scooping up her cat she followed the man to a cabin. She thanked the man, just because things were odd didn't mean she didn't have to be polite, and turned to find Captain Jack Sparrow sitting on a chair, watching her with amusement. If Cat had been the fainting kind of girl, she would have fainted. Instead she grew rather paranoid. "Oh, haha, funny. Can I go home now?" she remarked at the ceiling.

"I'm afraid not, luv. We're several days from anywhere. And I'd like you to tell me how ye got on my ship." Jack answered her plea to the unknown source.

"Firstly, don't call me "luv". Secondly, if you're implying that I stowed away, you'd better get that idea out of your head right now. I'd never stow away on a floating dirtbag like this! I bet if you washed the sails, they'd be white underneath!" Cat was going to continue, when she found a cutlass pointed at her chest.

"Don't think I wouldn't use this on a lady. And don't ye be insultin' the Pearl, y'hear? I don't quite know what to do with a stow away. What are ye good at, girl? Besides insultin' my ship"

Cat gulped. She was used to being threatened with physical harm, she didn't have a little brother for nothing, but this was a little more than she was used to. "Well captain, I can cook, sort of, and clean, though it's not what I'm best at. I can mend people pretty well if they aren't hurt too bad, and I'm good with kids." This last accomplishment was stated out of habit. The captain roared with laughter.

"I don't think ye'll be takin' care of too many kiddies on board a pirate ship. But those other things might be useful. Ye said ye could cook? Fine, ye'll work in the galley. But don't expect it to be as clean as a fine house."

"Captain, where do I put my kitten?"

"She'll keep mice away, in the kitchen"

"Ahm, she has a tendency to run away. Could I have some rope or something to put on her collar? "The captain laughed harder, and nodded.