Joy joy joy. Another chapter. R&R!

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Softly, my feet moved me out of the trees. The stranger walked closely behind. The forest ended abruptly and we landed ourselves in the middle of a large road. Street lamps illuminated the smooth pavement. I turned around.

"Here we are. It was nice to meet you. Good night," I said and turned back.

Suddenly, a car cut the corner and whizzed by blinding us with its headlights. The man jumped up and cursed. Terrified, he looked at the lights as if the metal monsters were at his throat. The road, unnaturally smooth and still warm, was regarded as a passage to hell. The man cursed again.

"What happened? What is this?" he yelled.

Now, I believed him.

"You're really from 1682?"

"Yes, god dammit!" he shouted as another car went by honking at me, as I stood in the middle of the street.

"Then where are you going to stay?"

"No idea."

I scrunched my face in deep thought and then hesitantly, I continued.

"If you're telling the truth, you could stay at my house."

Very slowly and cautiously we made our way down the street. The man stared at the houses around him. I giggled as he almost literally hid from parked cars as I explained what everything was.

"Magic?" he asked.

"No, technology," I replied waving around, "All technology. And that," I pointed at a blue Volkswagen, "That is a car. It transports you around, you drive it. Kind of like a horse, except faster and more comfortable."

"What makes it work?"

"The motor, it revolves and gives power or something."

"Is it the only thing inside?"

"No, of course not," I laughed.

"Then how does it work?"

"I don't know."

"Then how are you sure it's not magic?"

"Here we are," I interrupted and turned unto the little pass before the front door.

I turned the key and let the man inside. He looked around, amazed. I made him take off his boots and marched him upstairs. In the light, I realized his clothes really gave him away. Not very clean and rather ragged, they made him look like an overgrown child on Halloween. For some reason, all his appearance seemed somewhat familiar.

I told the man I will throw him out of the house if he didn't bathe but soon regretted it. It took me half an hour just to explain how to operate the shower and what the towels were for. Then, I found some of Meir's clothes that his family gave me to wash after the washer broke. After another half an hour, he walked over to my room to get the clothes. I stood waiting outside the door. The thought of a stranger in my room was very unnerving.

Finally, I heard a zipper and the man's voice.

"So, who is this man on your wall?"

"Oh," I laughed, "That's Johnny Depp from Pirates of the Carib..."

The thought ran through my brain several times before something clicked. The familiarity, the strange familiarity. I burst through the door in my room to reveal the man with no shirt. Rapidly, I turned around and was about to run out before he grabbed my arm.

"Don't leave. It's alright."

I turned around and looked at my poster. There were the somewhat unclean and ragged clothes. All alike, down to a stitch, the clothes on my bed. I looked up in the familiar face and the eyes, which I looked at for months, answered me with a confused stare. I glanced at the poster again. It seemed so blank now but there was no mistake, it was him.

"So, who is this guy again?" asked my new acquaintance.

"Jack Sparrow," I answered very softly.

"What? And, luv, it's Captain Jack Sparrow."

"I know, b-b-but that, that's him too. I mean, that's... you."

He laughed.

"It does look like me, doesn't it? What a great likeness. I assume that is also technology."

I nodded mindlessly. The curtains rustled softly, blowing out of the window. We stood on the carpet, trying to find something to say. I shuffled my feet for a minute and went over to the window.

"Promise me you're not lying. I have to be sure." I said.

"Yes, yes. Why would I make up such a lie anyway? And how do you explain the likeness?" he also made his way toward the window.

"I don't. So you really are a ... pirate?"

Captain Jack Sparrow straightened up and smiled.

"It shows?"

I laughed and looked out the window again. Then, turning around, I said.

"Are you hungry? You must be! Long journey, no?"

Down in the kitchen, I took out the lasagna from the night before and put it in the microwave.

"Are you telling me that that BOX will heat up food?" asked the Captain amusedly poking the table with his fork.

"Yes, and stop that! You're going to damage the table!"

When all was ready, the pirate discovered, surprised that everything was hot. He asked me if I had any rum or wine in the house and I barely contained the urge to smack him over the head. He seemed a bit distraught at the answer but ate nonetheless. Afterward, I made two large cups of hot chocolate. The Captain took immediate liking to it.

"I'm sorry to say there are no pirates anymore," I said.

The Captain's expression sank and under his breath he whispered:

"Damn you, Norrington." Then he paused and continued a bit louder, "Not any? Not at all?"

"Well," I swished my spoon in my cup. "There is technological piracy."

I got an empty stare from the man across the table.

"They're nothing like real pirates though. They basically steal products licensed to a corporation and mass-produce them very cheaply. Then, they sell them. That's usually music and video."

"They sell music in this world?"

"Yea, I'll explain later."

"So, no real pirates?"

"Nope."

"You want to head for bed now?" I asked and got up.

The pirate somewhat nodded and I ran to pretty up the guest room. Going out, I showed him how to use the light switch and walked out.

"Good night, Captain."

"You can call me, Jack."

"Good night, Jack."

"Good night, Miss."