Morning came and Marissa had never gone to sleep. Everyone else had except her. Her eyes were blood shot, her nerves were terrible, yet here she was traveling to who knows where. She didn't know where her mind was, or whether or not she was stuck in some type of nightmare. Whatever was going on, it was not natural and was completely creepy. She finally found herself on the coast of California and since everybody else was asleep she stopped at a beach so she could go walk and do some deep thinking.

Marissa walked out where the water almost touched her but didn't. It was early morning and there was nobody else there so she enjoyed the peacefulness of only hearing the waves and a couple of seagulls that were annoying the crap out of her. Suddenly in the corner of her eye she saw something come from the ocean, a person come from the ocean. She was frozen, and quite frankly, she was frightened. She didn't move as she watched this figure get up and start walking in her direction. Fear. She could feel her legs shaking, she sensed her death, and almost had a heart attack when a hand was on her shoulder.

"Hey love, could you tell me where I am? My compass isn't working."

She looked to her right and took a deep breath. She wasn't sure if it was out of aggravation or relief.

"FUCKING JACK SPARROW!?!" She shouted.

"Captain Jack Sparrow." He corrected her.

"Oh my GOD what is this!?" She threw a rock at a seagull and killed it, perhaps the best thing that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.

"I need to find my ship; you're going to help me."

"I'm not going to help you find you're fucking ship!"