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A/N: Hey, people, how you doing? That's nice. Or terrible. Depends on how you answered. I figured I should be nice and update because y'know, I forgot that I now am giving myself deadlines. Please don't hurt me!

Oh, for Lord of the Rings fans…I'm working on a new story I'm gonna call 'Help! Sauron's Teaching my Computer Class!' And I'm gonna update every day! No, I'm NOT kidding. I'm gonna write it before I post it so I don't have to worry about deadlines and stuff. Aren't I smart? Just shake your head yes. Good reviewers! You deserve cookies!

ESCAPE FROM REALITY

Chapter 8: A 17th Century Nathan

Jack explained to Will and I what was happening. After he was done, I stared, open-mouthed.

"So," I said finally, "Let me get this straight. We're stuck here?"

"Aye," Jack replied.

"Until that crazy man you were talking to finds us some crazy pirate crew?"

Jack nodded.

"Crazy as you?"

Jack nodded again.

I sighed and turned to Will. "We're gonna be here for a while." God must be laughing at me.

Gibbs (the crazy man) had promised Jack a day to find a crew, so I, the girl who follows the Bible to the letter, was stuck in the most sinful place in the world for a day. Oh, joy.

Catch the sarcasm there? I thought so.

I was planning on staying in my room all day, but this place didn't exactly have locks and drunken whores kept on stumbling in with their "clients"…ew…so I decided to just hang out at port and see if I could learn how to skip stones. Yes, I was stupid and didn't think of all the drunks there, seeing if they could snatch a girl, but thankfully none decided on me. It's one of those times I was happy I have a small chest.

Jack had left me a note and a dress "in order for me to fit in" as he put it in his note. I was happy with it because it was high-cut and very long. It didn't fit me perfectly, but I was fine with that. I don't have problems with dresses. I really do like them, but whenever I fell through the dream, I was in my normal clothes. I wondered how Jack had gotten my dress size, but then I remember that he has a lot of girls and that he could have probably guessed at my size and been accurate.

So, anyway, I went down to port and went on to a very secluded place on the beach that was hidden by a drape of vines and weeds (but they were beautiful), with white sand, the wind wafting in my hair, and the water clear as diamonds. I may not act like it, but I really am a hopeless romantic at heart, despite the fact that I ignore my hormones most of the time. The place really was enchanting and beautiful.

I hiked up my skirt, took of the "boots" or pieces of animal hide sown loosely together, and dipped my bare feet in the water. I saw little fish swim toward them and I…jumped out of the water, scared to death. Yes, I have a fear of fish. You thought I was going to pet them or something, didn't you? Well, I'm NOT a Mary-Sue. Yes, I am not good pirate material either. Deal with it.

I jumped right into the person I definitely did NOT want to see in this place: Jack.

"Yeh alrigh', love?" he inquired conversationally.

"Yes," I said, holding my chest, "yes, I'm fine. What d'you want?"

"It's about noon." I looked up at the sun. He was right.

"OK, let's go." Jack didn't move. "What? Aren't you gonna teach me how to swordfight?"

"Yeh look breath-takin' in that dress," Jack answered in awe. I was used to this. There's this boy in my school—his name is Nathan—who thinks just because he's dated about every girl in my grade that he can seduce anyone. I've been trying to control my hormones around him, because they go insane around any boy.

"Thanks, now let's go." Just because I was used to this doesn't mean that I didn't like compliments.

"How 'bout we parry here?"

I sighed and nodded as he unsheathed his sword and we began.

It was about midday when we finished. I really wished that Jack would have given me a lighter or short-sleeved dress because I was sweating up a storm. Jack had brought two canteens, so I took a swig from mine and looked up to see Jack sitting on the ground, panting somewhat. He looked at me with the "Nathan stare" as I had deemed it. Nathan always looks at girl he likes with a stare that could melt into your heart.

Then, I realized something. Or more to the point, my hormones realized something.

I was alone. On a beach. With Jack Sparrow. In all this hunky pirate glory.

"Yer gettin' better, love," he told me as he sheathed his sword.

I nodded and tried to cover mine as well, but it didn't work so well. I ended up waving my hands around like a crazed lunatic and cutting my thigh. Not deep, mine you. Jack chuckled.

"Yeah still need some fine-tunin', doncha?"

"Hey, the sword," I took a deep breath, "started it."

Jack strolled over to me with his lopsided walk, took my sword, and sheathed it; accidentally (I hope so or else I'll have to slap him, I thought) brushing his hand on my thigh. If this was a love story, I'd go into a fierce make-out session with Captain Sparrow, but thankfully it's not because I'd have to slap myself. He's not real! And very perverted! I had to keep telling myself.

We walked back to the port together which wasn't that far away and I ran to my room and fell asleep immediately from pure exhaustion.

A/N: Woohoo! I did that all in an hour! pats self on the back> Not too bad…kinda romance, but not bad… review and I will answer! Like I'm gonna do right now!

Arwen Turner—Aww, now I feel special!

Nancy—Yeah I know…I'm trying! See! Not one PotC quote this chapter!

Laraeliae Black—BOROMIR HATERS UNITE! Now that that's out of my system, no adultery in this story…yuck…I'm only 14 in this for crying out loud! And plus I did the Sliver Ring Thing, it's an abstinence program for teens where you get a…say with me…SILVER RING! Yeah! OK, no more sugar for me today.