AN: Yay! One review was all I needed! I'm gonna continue until someone get's all pissy at me. And then I'm gonna see if they have a right to be pissy and if they don't well then SCREW YOU! Now, on with the hoopla! And if anyone has questions, I'll be happy to answer. By the way, yes, I am using the name of one of my favorite authors Libba Bray. Her whole name.

maria: Thanks for being my first reviewer. Gave me the push I needed.

Second Star to the Right: I love that book! I have page ninety-one book marked. The second paragraph. Thanks for the review.

Chapter Two

"Libba closed her eyes and tried to keep up with the treadmill when suddenly, she couldn't feel the machine humming under her feet. Wind was blowing and she was actually running on solid ground. No, it was solid wood."

Solid wood or the machine. It didn't really matter as long as she was running. Libba tried to keep at the same pace on the wood, but the change slowed her down. And so did the human being she slammed into.

Jackish P.O.V.

She appeared out of nowhere. One minute all he could see was the ocean and the next, there was a real life skeleton running towards him with a wet face and eyes closed. He didn't know what to make of it. And before he could move out of the creature's way, it ran straight into him.

Needless to say, they both toppled over onto the hard mahogany wood of the Pearl. Fortunately enough, the crew didn't seem to notice the skeletal being aboard their ship. Except for William, who noticed everything. Well, not everything. Just things that wouldn't normally want to be noticed.

Jack lifted his head up from the deck to take a closer look at the thing that hit him as Will quickly walked over. The mass of skin and bones was lying on his chest and sobbing heavily. Then it hit him. This was no creature! This was a girl!

He looked at the emaciated form on top of him and motioned for Will to help him with her. She may have been thin, but she did weigh at least 120 pounds. Will lifted the tall girl up easily. She clung on to him with a look of confusion as she looked about in a dazed manner. The girl pressed her head to Will's shoulder with a pain expression, as if she were trying to get rid of a headache.

Will whispered some words into her ear and Jack saw her nod and drop her head.

"Take her to me cabin." Jack advised Will. "I'll be with ye soon."

Will nodded and walked up the few stairs towards the Captain's cabin.

Questions about the girl were clouding Jack's mind and he couldn't wait to speak to her. It was so odd, how she came to be on his ship. He held his curiosity at bay until the sun went down, then he walked the short distance to his cabin to see the girl.

Libba P.O.V.

Libba lay on her back in a strange room on an even stranger bed. The minute she touched it, she sunk deep into the fluff. That's how heavy she was.

She couldn't remember what happened. One minute she was running and the next, she was being carried into this room. How anyone could pick up her heavy ass was beyond her.

Libba heard something happening outside and the next thing she knew, there was a pirate wannabe staring at her as if she were something disgusting yet important. Like owl pellets.

"I'd like you to stop staring at me like that." Was he staring at her fatty cheeks? Those hideous things that swallowed her face whole?

"Oh! Ye can speak English?" The wannabe pirate questioned as he brought his face closer to hers.

Libba couldn't find the words to reply. She was staring right into Johnny Depp's face. What a nightmare.

"Where am I? Who are you? Where am I?!" Libba bolted up into a sitting position.

"I'll be the one askin' the questions here," Jack clarified as he flicked his tongue out to moisten his top lip, "Now, since I'm feelin' a bit o' kindness, I'll answer yer questions. One, yer on the Black Pearl, two I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, and three, yer on the Black Pearl."

"Don't be a smartass." Captain Jack Sp.... Libba knew he couldn't be joking, he looked too much like Johnny Depp. And he couldn't be just another look alike.

"Now, it's me turn, luv, who are ye, where are ye from an' who in the Lord's name decided to starve you?"

Ana, Libba almost blurted out. But she composed herself and spoke coolly.

"My name is Libba Bray and I'm from Connecticut and no one decided to starve me." Libba said the last bit with bitterness. As if someone would have enough balls to call her fat.

"Is this what all ye 'Connecticut' women look like? And why are ye wearing so little? An' how did ye end up on me ship? An'-"

"Slow down! I can't answer everything! I was hoping you'd tell me how I got here." Libba said, forgetting her Johnny-hater status for a moment.

"How do ye not know how ye got here? Ye were, after all, there when it happened."

"Did I not request you to stop being a smartass?"

"Did ye hear me say I would?"

Jack P.O.V.

This girl was beginning to get on Jack's last nerve. Who did she think she was? With her bony elbows resting on her bony knees staring at him as if he were below her. He turned around and took a deep breath to calm himself. He turned back and his face softened when he laid his eyes on her somewhat childlike body.

"Are ye hungry?" Jack asked.

"No." The girl replied sharply as if he were asking her to engage in sin.

Jack looked her over once more and offered her a change of clothes. She accepted and Jack went over to one of the trunks at the end of his bed to find her something suitable to wear.

Libba P.O.V.

I'm stuck in the movie. The thought hit Libba hard. She was stuck in the movie. Like one of those girls in the fanfictions that her friend Sarah would write. Stuck in a fucking fanfiction. Was this some sick punishment for shoving that cake down her throat?

Suddenly, there were two pairs of breeches being thrown in her face along with a flimsy shirt. Libba picked up the shirt and chose to wear to gray one of the two breeches and asked Jack where she could change. He pointed to a door Libba had noticed earlier.

It was a small closet like area with little room to maneuver. My fat ass is taking up this whole fucking closet. It's a wonder how I even fit.

"Why the fuck do I have to be so huge?" Libba mumbled to herself as she pulled the breeches on.

Jack P.O.V.

Jack heard this and at first, he wasn't sure if he was hearing her correctly, but then she repeated herself. What in the blazes was she talkin' about?