AN: I really would apreciate a betta, but considering that my friend Mari's the only one reading this now.... Oh yes, mucho thanks to Mari for uploading this crap for me. If you hate this story, it's all her fault, because she makes it happen. Just kidding.

CHAPTER FOUR

Last chapter: "I ask again, what are you?"

"And more importantly," Will began, "Where are you from?"

"How is that more important than what I am?" The girl asked Will.

"It doesn't matter which is most important! Just answer the questions please." Elizabeth said.

"Well," the girl began, "My name is Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, Rory for short, and I am a human being. I am from Earth. It's the third planet from the-"

"We know what Earth is," Elizabeth snapped, "You're on it."

"No," Rory said calmly,"No, I'm not. If this were Earth, then you wouldn't be dressed like that. I'm probably asleep right now. You probably don't exist."

"You're not from around here are you?" Will asked.

"How did you get here?" Elizabeth said, ignoring Will,"And what part of Earth are you from, if that is really where you're from."

"I'm telling you, I probably fell asleep. I mean, it's either that or I went back in time." Said the girl.

"Should we inform the local asylum?" Will wispered into Elizabeth's ear.

"Alright," Elizabeth said, "Let's all sit down and talk this through."

Rory nodded and gave Will a why-aren't-you-as-smart look.

"Well," said Rory "From the beginning?"

Will and Elizabeth nodded.

"Um, I'm Rory Gilmore of Stars Hollow Connecticut...."

"Yes. Well, you can skip all that, we just want to know how you got here." Will's pirate half said very politely.

"Oh." Rory said, a bit taken aback, "Well, I was about to open my book and begin studying when... I began falling asleep. I think I'm still sleeping. This must some kind of dream. I couldn't have really... tripped over time." She said to herself.

"This is the year 1689. Maybe you did 'trip' over time. What year is it where you're from?" asked Elizabeth as she rose out of her seat.

"1689?! It's 2004 where I'm from!" The girl shouted as she too, rose out of her seat and began mumbling to herself, "I was falling. I fell through time. Haven't I read this somewhere? That stupid book in the seventh grade! Who knew the old woman was right?"

Will glanced at Elizabeth. She couldn't possibly believe this insane girl! Though, he had to admit, weirder things had happened to them. Why should a scantily clad girl jumping back in time be any different?

"We're cursed." He said under his breath.

Elizabeth just nodded.

Rory had been staying at the Will Turner's for three weeks now as Will's sister in law from the colonies. She had pinched herself, pricked her fingers and even once slammed her knee against a heavy wooden desk. Nope, she wasn't dreaming and she had the cuts and bruises to prove it.

She really was in 1689. Lorelai, Luke, coffee, she missed it all. She even missed how her mother would go panty-less rather than do her own laundry. She hadn't had coffee. No coffee for three weeks. Sure, she'd have the ocasional cup, when Will could get a hold of it, but they were in extremely tiny little midget cups instead of the big coffee bowls that she was used to. Normally, she would have three big cups a day, which was nothing compared to her mother's intake, and now she was suffering from coffee depravation. Her hands where shaking and she couldn't think straight most of the time. She even began bursting into song. Little snippets of City of Angles and Beautiful Day were common. She looked like a headcase and she knew it.

Elizabeth would try to talk to her and ask her about the future and whether it was scandolous or not to wear what she was wearing when they first met or not. All Rory did was growl in response when Elizabeth asked her questions. So Elizabeth gave up trying to make sense of Rory's cranky mood and just talked.

"Once upon a time, I got kidnapped by fierce pirates, really discusting ones too. I mean, one was almost fully bald and at least seven inches shorter than me... I think."

And talked.

"And I said, 'You like pain do you? Try wearing a corset!' and WHACKED him with a candle stick."

Non-stop.

"And now we're engaged."

Rory didn't catch anything except that Elizabeth was engaged to Will and that they were going to marry soon.

"You know," Elizabeth said, "I think Jack may be able to help you with your predicament."

"Help?" Would there be coffee involved?

"Yes help. Jack, he may be a cad, but he knows things. And I'm sure he'll help. With some persuasion.... And gold."

"Gold?"

"What in the 'ell is that mate?" Jack asked Will when he saw Rory curled in a fetil position on the marble floor of the Swann guestroom with a blanket draped around her shoulders.

"That's Rory Gilmore. She insists she's human."

"Oh. Think she's talkin' to 'erself."

"Oh no, she's singing. She does that sometimes."

"...Bitter sweet symphony...make money...and then you diiiiiie." came the muffled words from the thing under the blanket, "Oh! It's a beautiful daaaay, don't let it... diiiiiie. No that's not it! Hmmmbeautiful day... don't let it...get away." The lump colapsed.

This little display reminded Jack of something. Something he was all too ready to forget. It was about three months back and the Pearl had been at sea for five months already, more than it had ever been before without a stop. One day, when Jack reached for his morning bottle of rum, he noticed the drawer that he kept the stuff in was empty. He went down to the hold to open a new crate of rum, but there where no more crates. Someone had finished all of his rum. They were to far away from land to dock anywhere so he was left rumless, and for that week he spent without rum, he lay in a fetil position and wouldn't stop singing that little pirate song Elizabeth had taught him on the island last year. That was the worst week of his life. Clearly, the girl needed some rum.

"How long 'as she been like this?" He asked Will, suddenly concerned. No one should live without rum. No one.

"Three weeks." Will said oblivious to Jack's tone of voice.

"THREE WEEKS?! BLIMEY! Boy, are you insane?!"

"ME?! SHE'S THE ONE WHO THINKS SHE'S... who she says she is!" Will yelled.

"Right. Will, please sort out your thoughts the next time I visit alright? Alright. Now, why did 'Lizabeth send word for me?"

"She was hoping you'd know something about time travel." Will wispered.

"Why?" Jack wispered back.

"The thing, girl! Rory, says she's from the year 2004."

"So she really is insane.... Sorry I doubted ya, boy. It's hard to trust a eunuch."

"No! She's not insane. Well, maybe a little, but Elizabeth really believes she's from the year 2004."

"So, what you're sayin' is that you, the eunuch, are engaged to Lizzie who is also insane, because she believes the insane girl on the floor who sings about money and death is really from three hundred years from now? Is that what yer sayin'?"

"If you take away the eunuch part, then yes, that is what I am saying."

"Are you daft boy?! Clearly this girl is not from around here and is in great need of rum. Just look at the way she's rocking!" Jack said as he pointed at the strange girl fourty feet away from him.

"What makes you think she needs rum?" Will asked, a bit confused.

"Trust me whelp, I've been there." Jack said grimly.