Disclaimer: I own everything that you don't recognize, this story is sorta, almost exactly like, a pirates' life indeed. Which you should really read because it's funny as all get out!

Chapter 1.

It feels like I'm floating, swaying, a waterbed maybe? I don't know, don't think so. I'm not about to open my eyes and find out. I can feel my purse still in my grasp. Then I feel a warm, damp pressure on my bare neck and a hand, shake down my side. Starting at my waist, over the slope of my hip and come to rest on my thigh. My first thought: Tyler. As soon as I get the strength to open my eyes, I'm gonna kick him right in the area of his anatomy that his judgment was obviously coming from. At that thought, I let out a low sardonic laugh. He obviously takes that as a sign that I'm enjoying his ministrations. As a slender hand comes in contact with my...oh my god! Bare breast!

I turn abruptly and knee him in the groin, and slap him hard across the face. "Tyler! What the hell are you doing! I'm going to fu-'' what? Not Tyler! Definitely NOT Tyler! Chocolate eyes, not blue. Long dark dread locks, not dirty blonde mess. And then I notice it, that perfect jaw line and high cheekbones. This pervert was none other than the hottest man alive: JOHNNY DEPP!!

"'Ello luv, sleep well?"

"...J-J-Johnny Depp. What is this? A dream? No your hand is real." And still resting on my ass. "and...oh my god. Did Melanie set this up? Or Jessica? I can't believe you're here!"

"Wait luv, the name's Captain Jack Sparrow, not Depp."

"Oh I get it, I'm in pirates of the Caribbean. Ok then get your hand off me." Oh my god. That's weird, why did I say that?

"Well yes, luv, I am a pirate an' this be Th' Caribbean." Then I realize I'm still completely naked and jack's hand is on its way back to my rear. So I grab the blankets and kick him off the bed, laughing as he falls, but he doesn't seem that amused, "May I ask yer name?" Oh! Forgot about that!

"I'm Ashlee Flynn" I put my purse on the bedside table.

"tha's an interestin name." He says as he brings his right hand up to stroke his double braided goatee in concentration. "Righ', so how'd ye get 'ere?" The thought hadn't even crossed my mind.

"Um...well...I don't really know, I was on my way home, and I was sleeping on a friend, and then I got up too fast and hit my head, then woke up here."

"Well, ye couldn't have come last night, consider'en we've been at sea for nearly two months."