Usual blah blah disclaimer: No blah blah. I do not blah own Potc blah or any of its characters blah. But I do blah own the DVD blah and Chrysti, blah who you will blah blah meet in this blah chapter.

Ch. 2— A Not-So-Rude Awakening

When Caitlyne awoke, she seemed to be more comfortable than she remembered being, and she seemed to be moving.

Suddenly, she recognized sounds in the back ground. Seagulls.

Immediately, she assumed that she was driving on the pier, and she asked Chrysti her friend "Chrysti? Why are we driving on the pier?

"We're what? What's 'driving?' And who's Chrysti?" a strange, but familiar voice asked. "Ahh... she must be the other gel..." he said, almost more to himself than anybody else.

Caitlyne suddenly had enough sense to open her eyes, and she did so, snapping them open, surprised to meet the very same Sexy Pirate that she had been fantasizing about just last night. Or was it last night? Maybe she had been asleep, and Chrysti was driving on a slippery road and there was a car crash and she (Caitlyne) hit her head, and she was in the hospital in a coma, and this was just her dream...

Her head was spinning. "Where's Chrysti?" she immediately asked.

"The other lass? Why, she be on deck with Will. Now, might you tell me why th'ell yur on me ship?"

"Oh yea. Well, you see..." she started to ramble on about her horrid date and how she thought she was in the hospital in a coma.

"I guess you hit your head harder than I had thought..." "What?!?!?" she screeched, "So I did hit my head?" "Yes, luv, but not in that insane way that you just described to me. Y'see, I was here, innocently steering my pride and joy," it took her a moment to realize that he was talking about his ship... "when ye and yur friend seemed to fall out of the sky. Chrysti, was it? Well, she immediately stood up and started shaking you, but when she saw Will and me, she grabbed something from her pants, and pointed it at us. Peppery spray, I think she called it... Nasty tempered gel... Anyway, we finally got her calmed down enough, and she left with Will to tour the ship, and I came in to check on ye, luv. And here we are." He grinned at her, then seeming to remember something, he looked thoughtful, and then looked into her eyes.

"What are you looking at?" She asked him.

"I wanted to see what color eyes ye had. Cotton!" He shouted. "Get yur lazy arse over here! Her eyes are blue. Now pay up!"

Caitlyne was baffled. "What?"

"Oi. Me n Cotton here had an argument over what color yur eyes were. I said blue, cuz someone a beautiful as you ought to have blue eyes. But this man here," he gestured twards Cotton, "thought that your eyes would be hazel. Well, I was right. Blue eyes it is."

Caitlyne was confused, but pleased at Jack's comment.

"Well, now that you're up, I guess we better introduce you to me crew, savvy?" He asked, getting up from sitting next to her on his bed, which she just realized that he must have carried her in there. She agreed, and they walked out on deck.

"All hands on deck!" he shouted. His crew assembled quickly. Suddenly, she saw Chrysti and she ran to her. They embraced tightly, and then walked back up to Jack.

He put his hands on Caitlyne's shoulders and shouted to the group. "Oi! This here's..." He looked down on her puzzlingly, and she whispered "My name's Caitlyne Maia DeMontte." "Of course it is. Beautiful name to go with your beautiful looks, and your beautiful eyes." He whispered before continuing to shout to his crew. "This here's Miss Caitlyne DeMontte. None o ye are permitted to touch her, an if ye do, ye'll be givin ol' Davy Jones's locker a good long visit. Savvy? And the same goes for her friend here, Miss Chrysti Gershwin. All right, now get back to work ye scabbardous dogs!"

They didn't move. They were just staring at Caitlyne and Chrysti. Caitlyne only just noticed that they were both wearing very low-cut, tight jeans, and that these men probably had never seen anything like that before. She squealed, making Jack laugh, and she ran to hide behind him. Chrysti did likewise, except with Will.

Jack dismissed his crew once more, even fiercer this time. Then, he turned to Caitlyne and said "I knew you'd warm up to me." When he said this, she noticed that she was hugging where his back used to be, now his front. She quickly jumped away, and he laughed once more.

"I guess we should get more acquainted." He said. "Me name's Captain Jack Sparrow and you will always call me so, unless we are alone..." He raised one eyebrow to make a suggestive face. Caitlyne gasped and lightly slapped him. "Not sure I deserved that either..." he mumbled. She started to giggle, and then it escalated until she was cracking up, rolling on the deck with tears in her eyes. The pirates looked at her weirdly.

Unfortunately, Jack thought that cracking up on the floor was quite a turn-on. He grinned coyly, and picked her up, protesting, but still laughing too hard to do very much about it. Jack tossed her onto the bed, and suddenly her giggles subsided. He swaggered over to the bed and asked her "Well... Caitlyne... Have any nicknames? Caiti maybe?" She shook her head. "Nope."

"Well, then maybe I could give you one..." he thought. "I have it! The perfect nickname for my beautiful gift sent from the sky from God: Goddess. How about that? Savvy?"

Caitlyne grinned. "Savvy." She replied.

A/N: You liking it so far? Anyways... R&R! It motivates me to write faster!