Hope you liked the first chapter. I still don't own Jack, but enjoyed having him in my Christmas stocking!


Chapter 2

There was nothing but blackness, then she started to feel the pain in her head, throbbing incessantly.  'Oooh'  Maddy opened her eyes, but quickly shut them again, as the sunlight sent a searing stab through her head.  She became aware of a movement, then realised she was on the sea.  Maddy frowned, remembering the sails, but couldn't decide whether it was a dream or not.  But no ship or boat she'd ever been on, had made this much movement through the water.  Maddy risked opening her eyes again, more slowly this time.  She peered around the room, and as she looked, her eyes got wider and wider.  It was wood paneled, with all sorts of maps, clothing, bottles and half eaten food strewn around.  Madalene swung her legs off the bunk she was on, and walked gingerly across to the table, which was buried under even more maps.  She started looking through them, noting how old fashioned they looked.  Some of the names of the lands were strange too.  'Where the hell am I?' She thought to herself.  Maddy was so distracted with looking at the maps and trying to sort out why everything was different, that she didn't hear the door open, and footsteps walking across the cabin.  'What the hell are you doing luv?' 

She whirled round, which made her head pound like a piston, and felt herself overbalancing.  'Woah, careful luv, there's no need to throw yerself at me just yet'  The man caught Maddy around the waist and supported her.  Madalene stared at the man with wild eyes,

'W-who are you?' 

'Don'tcha think I should be the one asking questions darlin'?  After all, this is my ship that you're on'  She looked into his deep brown eyes, that were unfathomable. 

'Where am I?  What ship is this?' 

'My, my, we are inquisitive.  Tell yer what luv, you answer my questions first, then maybe, I'll answer yours, savvy?'  He helped her back onto the bunk, and handed her a bottle. 

She took a sniff, 'Urgh, that smells vile' 

He took the bottle back off her and took a large swig, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.  So darlin', yer name?' 

'Um, Maddy Jones.' 

'Maddy?  That'll be short for Madelene I presume?' 

'Yes,'  her voice a mere whisper. 

'So Madelene, how'd you end up all on yer onesies in the middle of the sea?'

She thought fast, 'Do I tell him the truth?'  She decided that, for now, honesty wasn't the best policy.  'Um, I can't remember'. 

'Ah I see, y'can remember yer name, but yer can't remember how you got here?' 

'Tell a sort of truth,' she thought to herself, 'I was on a boat that got caught in a whirlpool' 

The man winced in sympathy.  'Nasty things them are.  So where's the bodies of the crew of this boat?  Where's the wreckage?' 

'Oh shit' she thought to herself, 'Now what do I say?'  'Oh, I don't feel well, I think I'm going to......'  She feigned a swoon down onto the bed.  She heard the man sigh, then felt him cover her over with a blanket. 

'You'll keep missy, you'll keep' he muttered to himself, walking out of the room.

Maddy jumped off the bunk, and staggered over to the window.  She opened it and leaned out, trying to crane her neck around so she could see the top decks, but the curve of the ship was too great.  She looked along the length of the ship and gasped as she saw cannons jutting from the sides.  'This is impossible,' Maddy said to herself.   She felt her head spinning, for real this time.  Maddy looked around wildly, trying to decide what to do.  She started looking more thoroughly through the maps and personal effects of the Captain, keeping an ear open for any signs that he might be returning.  Madalene got more and more frustrated as she couldn't find anything that gave her a clue as to where she was.  Suddenly, she heard voices again.  Maddy dived across the room and into the bunk, hastily pulling the covers over herself as footsteps came into the room.

'I don't know Cap'n, tis a strange business and no mistake.  What if she's one o'these Sirens that y'hear about?  After all, we did find her in the.....' he looked around, as if checking for monsters, 'cursed place'  he said, in a hushed tone.

'Are you supersticious of everything Gibbs?'

'No, well yes.  Jack, it was just her in the water, no other bodies, no signs of wreckage, apart from that piece of......' he struggled to find the right description, ....'tin.  Doesn't it make you suspicious Jack?' 

'Aye, of course I'm suspicious, but she ain't a threat to us Gibbs, she ain't no Siren here to cast her spell on us, and lead us to our doom.'  Jack chuckled at the thought of the woman on the bunk singing a spell song on him.  On the bunk, Maddy's eyes grew wide at the mention of the piece of 'tin' they'd found. 

'How the hell am I going to explain that?' she thought to herself.  She heard one set of footsteps going out of the room. 

'So, are ye a Siren missy?  Should I put a gag on ye to stop yer from singin'?' 

Maddy turned over and looked at the man, who was regarding her with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, and a half curved smile on his face, just showing the glint of a gold tooth. 

'No of course I'm not a bloody Siren.  D'you think I'd be half-drowned if I was?' 

Jack raised an eyebrow, pondering the thought, 'Well I dunno luv!  You're a mystery, that's fer sure.' 

He turned and walked out of the room locking the door behind him.  He took the stairs to the deck two at a time, 'Mr Gibbs, hoist the flag.'

'The flag captain?' 

'Aye, Mr Gibbs, that's what I said is it not?' 

'Aye Captain, but why?' 

Gibbs looked at his Captain, and decided Jack wouldn't tolerate another question.  'Aye Cap'n, right away.'   He busied himself hoisting the flag of the skull and crossed blades. 

'Captain, what if there are other ships nearby?'  came a rich, dark voice behind him. 

'Don't worry Eb, it ain't going to be up fer long' 

Edenezer Tucker rolled his eyes behind Jack's' back, and screwed his finger against his head to the other crew who were standing nearby, indicating what he thought of his Captains' sanity.  Jack disappeared back to his quarters, and unlocked the door. 

'Come up Madeline, I'll take yer on a tour of my ship'.  'But I'm not properly dressed,' she replied.   Jack rummaged through a chest and came up with  Maddy's' jeans and t-shirt which she had been wearing when on her boat.  'Here luv, sorry they ain't clean'   Maddy hesitated, waiting for Jack to vacate the room. 

'Well, come on missy, I don't have all day.' 

'I'm not dressing with you here'  

Jack laughed, 'Who'd you think put yer in those night-things luv, eh?'   Maddy blushed furiously at the thought of this man seeing her naked.  'Oh very well, I'll turn around shall I?'  He turned lazily away from her.  Maddy hurriedly shed the night gown she was wearing.  She looked up to check that he'd still got his back to her, and realised to her horror, he was watching her in a mirror. 

'You bastard!' 

Maddy forgot her modesty and flew across the room, hitting out at Jack.  He caught her hand, and laughed in her face.  'Now, now luv, temper, temper.'  His eyes wandered down Maddy's' naked body, then looked deep into her eyes, the thought going through his mind, clearly showing in them. 

'Let go of me, you disgusting bastard,' Maddy snatched her arm out of his grasp, and stormed over to the clothes, hastily putting them on.  She turned and glared at Jack, who was standing watching her with arms folded and a smug grin on his face. 

'Shall we go luv?'  Maddy walked to the door, pulling it open.  She felt his hand glide across her bottom.  She spun around, grabbing his balls in a vice like grip, feeling a grim sense of satisfaction when his eyes started to water. 

'Don't touch me,' she hissed in his face. 

'Why luv, don'tcha like men?' 

'Yes, but you're no man' she spat back. 

'Really?  Well I was last time I looked darlin,' he winked at her, despite the pain in his groin. 

'Captain, everything all right?' came a voice from above.  Maddy let go of Jack, and climbed the stairs upto the deck, body tensing, waiting for him to do something else.  She blinked in the strong Caribbean sun, and when she got used to the light, gasped in shock and awe at the sight of the sails billowing in the breeze.  She looked around, taking in the sight of the crew, and all the paraphernalia on the deck.  She felt herself go giddy again, and leaned against a support pillar.  She looked up again at the sails, this time noticing the flag.  'You're Pirates!' she whispered, breathlessly. 

'Aye luv, Pirates.  Take down the flag' he ordered to his crew.  He watched as the flag was lowered, and then turned and looked at Maddy.  'So luv, you ready to tell me the truth yet?'  Maddy looked at Jack in a daze. 

'If I told you the truth, you'd never believe me.' 

'Ah, but Madalene, I've seen many strange things on me travels, you don't know what I'd believe and what I would not believe, so, in yer own time.....'  Maddy hesitated, 'Mr Cotton, will yer fetch the piece of wreckage?'  Maddy watched, as one of the crew, who had a parrot perched on his shoulder, hauled a piece of her boat out from under a tarpaulin.  She knew she was going to have to tell him, however fantastic the tale.  She looked at Jack, fear clearly showing in her eyes.  'Don't worry luv, I ain't gonna hurt ya, I just want to know where yer from, and how you got to be in the...'cursed place'.  Maddy took a deep breath,

'Can I talk to you in private?' she asked. 

'Sure luv,' he led the way back to his quarters, sat on the chair and put his booted feet on the table, waiting for her to start talking.  Maddy sat on the edge of the bunk, and looked fearfully at Jack. 

'You won't believe me, you'll think I'm making it up and force me to walk the plank!' 

Jack laughed, 'Aw stop being so melodramatic, I've never made anyone walk the plank, had done to meself twice, so I wouldn't wish it on anyone.' 

Maddy took another deep breath, trying desperately to calm her nerves, 'Before I tell you my story, can you tell me what year it is?' 

'Eh?'  Jack looked puzzled, I'm not sure of the exact year luv, but it's around 1689.   Maddy gasped, Jack frowned at her.  'Why is the year so important?' 

'Because I'm from about 300 years into the future' she whispered, her voice breaking.

Jack's' eyebrows shot up.   'What?!'