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Chapter 2

Greg was floating on what felt to him a soft cloud, everything around him was black, but he was warm... very warm. He couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. He was in a peaceful place. He was content.

Will layed the man on the bed. Elizabeth soon came into the cabin.

"Will, would you please get some of your spare clothes for him?" Elizabeth asked feeling the mans forhead.

"Of course." Will said exiting the cabin. Ana Maria nodded to him as he passed her going into her cabin.

"Ok. I need you to get me a few things from the galley. I need cloth and a bowl of water, and Rum please. Do not tell Jack about the rum." Ana Maria said as she entered.

Elizabeth nodded and left the room.

Ana Maria sighed. "Ok boy, lets see what is wrong with you." She started to feel around on top of his shirt around his ribs. She frowned, she felt breaks on his ribs.. "That's painful." She said to herself quietly. He had quite a few cuts and scarpes on his arms and his face. She looked at his clothing and tilted her head. His shirt had buttons and was wildly colored. She started to unbutton his shirt but stopped. "I will wait till we get some dry clothes." she said softly. A knock came to the door. "Enter."

Will came in with a shirt and some pants. "This should do. Do you require any help Ana Maria?"

"No. I am fine. Just help your bride get the things I need." Ana Maria said. "I will get him into the dry clothing."

"As you wish." Will said exiting the cabin.

Ana Maria sighed and changed the man, leaving his shirt off so she could wrap his ribs and put the strange clothes on a chair.

Elizabeth entered with a bowl of water, a shirt, and a small bottle of rum.

"Thank you." Ana Maria said taking the bowl and the rum. "Rip the shirt into strips please." She got up and went over to her chest and pulled out a long strip of cloth that resembled a corset.

Elizabeth started to rip the shirt. "Will, will never forgive me for this."

"Oh hush. Let me figure this out." Ana Maria said taking a step towards the man. He let out a soft groan and she jumped back. "He is waking up."

Greg suddenly felt pain. He was no longer floating in warmth, but felt like he was slammed into the earth and now was freezing and in a great amount of pain. He took in a breath and hissed softly. 'Let me be in a hospital.' he thought hopefully. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked.

"Sir? Can you hear me?" a soft accented voice asked him.

"Yes." He said hoarsly. He let his eyes adjust to the lack of light. He wasn't in a hospital. Two women were looking at him one black dressed in a shirt and pants, and one white in a dress.

"We found you adrift. You are lucky to be alive. My name is Elizabeth Turner." The white one said softly gently laying her hand on his forehead.

"I'm Ana Maria. It seems that you have a few broken ribs. I was just about to wrap your chest when you woke up. What is your name?" Ana Maria asked him, distracting him as she started to wrap his chest.

"Greg... Greg Sanders." He hissed as Ana Maria finished her wrapping.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Sanders." Elizabeth said smiling gently. "You are going to be ok."

"I'm cold." Greg said softly blinking a few times.

Elizabeth helped him with the shirt, it was a little big for him, but it would work. "Does that help?"

"A little. Where am I?" Greg asked as Ana Maria layed a cool cloth across his forhead causing him to the flinch and hiss in pain.

"You have a fever Mr. Sanders. She's trying to lower it. You are on the Black Pearl."

Greg's face went into one of confussion. "Where?"

"We are in the Caribbean, on a ship." Ana Maria said rolling her eyes. "Does your head hurt also?"

"Just a bit. This must be a nightmare... or a coma dream." Greg muttered.

"Coma?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm dreaming." Greg said softly to himself.

"He's delierious Elizabeth. He needs to sleep. The fever is getting to him." Ana Maria said.

Greg looked at the women. "I am tired..."

"Then sleep Mr. Sanders. We will awaken you later." Elizabeth said as Greg closed his eyes and drifted back into an unpleastent sleep.

"He is quite sick isn't he?" Elizabeth asked.

"Aye. Try to keep him cool. I need to speak to Captain Jack." Ana Maria said getting up from next to the bed.

"I will." Elizabeth said sitting next to the bed.

Ana Maria walked out on deck and sighed as she walked up to the helm. Still no wind.

"Any news on our.. guest?" Jack asked.

Ana Maria sighed, "I'm sure he has broken ribs, I wrapped him as best as I could. Elizabeth is keeping him cool, he has a fever and his face and arms are covered in cuts and scapes, I'll clean them after I get back. And his name is Greg Sanders. Well... thats what he told us anyways. As so as I finish cleaning him up, I will have someone move him. He's moving out of my cabin."

"Where the hell am I going to put him?" Jack said looking at her.

"Anywhere then with me." Ana Maria said. "I can stand Elizabeth for only a short time. I want my cabin back!"

Jack looked at her as if she was insane. "No."

Ana Maria rasied and eyebrow. "What did you just say?"

"He's staying in your cabin."

"Fine. Ok." Ana Maria said turing away from him and going back to the main deck. "I'll just take your cabin!"

"Gibbs! Take the Helm!" Jack yelled as he ran after her. "I do not think so! It's the Captain's cabin! My cabin!"

"Then put him in your cabin!" Ana Maria yelled back.

Jack growled in a low tone. "Listen to me, first mate. I order you to keep him in your cabin."

Ana Maria stiffened. "Aye Captain." She walked down the stairs to reach below deck. "He just pulled rank on me.. This is the first time.. BLOODY PIRATE!"

Elizabeth sighed as Greg started to toss and turn even with his broken ribs. "Come on.. please wake up before you hurt yourself."

Greg's eyes opened quickly as he gasped for air and looked around quickly.

"Are you ok?" Elizabeth asked.

"Lab... Grissom. I need to get to the lab.. Sara's in trouble..." Greg muttered.

"Calm down. Calm down you are going to injure yourself further." Elizabeth said putting another cool cloth on his forhead.

Greg calmed down a bit. "I need to get to my lab... I have evidence to process...."

"What are you talking about?" Elizabeth asked. "Evidence? Process? Lab? Are you an officer?"

Greg sighed. "No. I just work for some. I need to call them. I think I had an accident on the way to work."

Elizabeth looked at him sideways. "Call?"

Greg then remember where he was. On a ship, in the Caribbean. The name sounded familiar but he couldn't place it.

"Are you still cold?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes. I am freezing." Greg said shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

Elizabeth rose and pulled another blanket over him. "I'm sure you'll be ok. Just rest."

Greg sighed and nodded in defeat. 'She's worse then Catherine after the explosion.'