Disclaimer:I, unfortunately, do not own Jack Sparrow and all his pilffery goodness. All I can be responsible for is Alana, Mathew, and hmmm, what else? Oh! The PLOT. Yeah, it's mine, so don't steal it. The red string bikini you can have. winks

Ch.2 - And She Was Scandalous

Alana awoke with a slight grunt, eyes still closed. Her arms were in terrible pain, and there was a pressure on both sides of her body. That was when she opened her eyes. At first, it took a while for her vision to focus and for her mind to interpret where she was, but soon she recognized the man that leaned over her. "Oh, God…" she cried in dismay.

Jack straddled her frame, arms on either side of her shoulders, and grinned down on her. He had been in a foul mood last night, but after some rest, decided he might like to harass his captive for a while. Now, the sun was beginning to rise, its early rays filtering through the portholes and casting a new light on Alana's features. Her hair was straight and black with a shine that made it look like silk. He was almost tempted to touch it and measure its softness. Her skin was a light tan, and he almost laughed at the glint of exasperation that flickered in her green eyes. This was going to be fun.

"Sleep well, love?"

"No. It's funny, I was a bit uncomfortable. I have no idea why," she stated sardonically.

"I could've tired you out enough for you t'get a good night's rest, if you had only told me."

Alana scoffed at his insinuation. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head aside and began humming, ignoring him. Sometimes it was more effective than arguing, she found.

"Well," Jack said, his face turning neutral, "If you're going to be like that, I can always leave you tied up and go tend to me captainly duties." Despite his seriousness, there was still a hint of amusement in his voice.

Turning her head to face him once again, she looked him in the eyes unwaveringly. "I can think of something else that involves me being tied up," she said suggestively, her voice low and seductive. Saying so, she arched her back slightly, rubbing her leg slowly up his thigh and biting her lip.

Jack's mouth curved into a knowing grin, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. He stared daringly at the woman beneath him, who was now smiling smugly.

"Of course," she continued tauntingly, "I don't know you very well yet, so I suggest you untie me before I make you periodically incapable of screwing anyone."

The pirate narrowed his eyes in response to her threat. He had untied her ankles before making to untie her wrists, and now she had her knee firmly against his groin. After a moment's glare, he reached up and undid her bonds.

"Thanks very much. I must say I was getting tired of having to look at you that long." Alana snickered as Jack turned to glare at her some more, shoving his equipment – sword, gun, powder and shot – all into place in his belt. She grew worried, however, as a smile graced his features. 'Oh no, what is he up to now?'

"Come on."

Alana stopped rubbing her wrists and rolled her sore shoulders. "What?"

"I said come on. Get up," he said signaling the door. When she didn't respond, he sighed and grabbed her arm, hoisting her to her feet and pulling her with him out the door. She was ranting of course.

"Let go of me you lunatic! What the hell are you doing?"

"Whether or not you're on my ship intentionally, you've got to pull your weight. No one here gets a free ride…Unless, of course, you're still interested in riding me?" he added cheekily.

"I've probably ridden a mechanical bull that's better than you." Yanking her arm away, she kept muttering under her breath as he looked at her with curious amusement.

"All hands on deck!"

Alana jumped as Jack bellowed the order. She had not expected that his voice be so loud. A crowd of men flooded the ship's waist, some still hanging low enough in the rigging so as to here their captain. All looked up at Jack expectantly, before noticing Alana. Then they all stared at her quietly.

"Mates, I'd like ye to meet Alana. Miss Cording, here, will be working with us until further notice,"

"I'll WHAT?"

"So let's make 'er feel at home, aye? Now get back to work"

When the group dispersed, some looking at her albeit suspiciously, Alana blew up. "Are you mad?" she questioned in hysteria. "I don't know how to do work here!" She followed Jack to the helm. "I've never even been in a dinky sailboat before! How am I supposed to crew a PIRATE SHIP?"

"The crew will help ye along. 'Sides, I'm not putting you in the riggin' just yet," he waved uninterested.

"Just yet!"

"Captain!"

"Gibbs!" Jack cried in relief. "Love, this here's Joshamee Gibbs, me first mate. He'll be teachin' ye a lot of what you'll need to know."

The grey-haired man looked bewilderedly at his Captain. "Jack, tha's not a very good idea! You know," he said, his voice lowering an octave, "it be terribly bad luck havin' a woman aboard."

"Yes, you've told me."

"Hello! I'm right here! I can hear you, ya know!"

"What about Anna-Maria?" Jack continued, ignoring Alana completely. 'This could be fun…' She was getting angrier by the second.

"Well, she's not really a woman."

"Ey! I heard that!" Anna-Maria shouted from the rigging. Gibbs gulped audibly as she shook a fist in the air.

"As I was saying," Jack's voice rose above the tapping of his guest's foot, and he stared stoically out towards the ocean, "You're to teach this lass all she needs to know. I'm thinking she could start with the mending – there's plenty o' that to be done."

"You have to be joking!" This was too much. If that idiot thought she would be fixing sails or clothes for him, he had to be out of his mind. "There's no way in HELL I'm touching a needle! For all I know I could prick myself and die of tetanus! Nah-ah, no way."

"In case you haven't noticed, darling, this isn't Hell. But since ye seem so bent against mending my canvas, then I guess I'll have to give you the better job. Mathew!" At Jack's call, a boy about sixteen – the youngest of the crew, but too old to be a cabin boy – scurried up the quarterdeck, almost tripping over himself in his haste.

He was firm and rigid in his stance, looking at his superior almost as if looking through him. If anything, Alana guessed, he was more nervous than disciplined. "Aye, Captain!" Mathew saluted.

"Son, it seems you be moving up in the world. I'm dismissing you from your duty and changing you over towards mending. When you're dome with that, you may use the day to your liking."

The young boy was baffled. "Th-thank you, sir! I mean, C-captain!"

"Yeah, yeah. Leave your bucket here and get to work," the Captain waved dismissively. "Oh, and Mathew – try to ease up a bit, you're bein' quite a stick."

Once Mathew left, Jack turned to Alana, who was staring at him intently. He looked down. She was still tapping her foot. Taking a calming breath, he looked upward and smiled.

When he took his attention away from her sandaled foot, Alana became suspicious. Somehow, she knew this would come to no good. "What?"

She almost laughed when Jack handed her the mop and bucket left by the fidgety teenager. Alana herself was still nineteen, but she was more mature than he was, as usually happened with boys and girls. She wouldn't be surprised if she were more mature than Jack was.

"What do you expect me to do with this?"

"Swab," he said matter-of-factly. The smile on his face turned into a grin. He was enjoying this too much. Again, Alana crossed her arms over her chest, and Jack waited to hear what amusing retort would come next from her mouth. Surprisingly, all that came was a sigh of defeat, her shoulders slouching as her arms dropped.

"Okay. Just – just give me a minute to change."

Hesitating at her request, Jack nodded. He watched curiously with a furrowed brow as she strode towards his cabin. She had amazing self-presentation, and her hips seemed to sway seductively of their own accord. Her backside was very nice too, he noticed. Dropping the mop in the bucket of seawater, he again turned to the helm. What was that devil conjuring up now?

Click. The door shut and locked behind her, Alana stripped from her clothes and rummaged through one of her bags. At one point, she had thought about staying locked inside the cabin, but then realized that the Captain would most likely have a key to it, and would not hesitate to use it.

"Stupid ass…" She would have to work and she knew it. There was no other way around it, and she understood the logic behind it all. Although he pretended to be skeptical, Alana knew that Jack believed her account of magically appearing on his ship. Neither he nor she knew how much longer she would be there, and they were probably days from any port. Why would he let her mosey around when there was plenty of work to be done?

Even though she understood, she was still angry. Just because he didn't know her and she could possibly murder him in the middle of the night did not mean that he had to tie her up, right? Of course not! He obviously enjoyed harassing her, the sadistic bastard.

Finally changed, Alana smirked. Boy did Jack Sparrow know what he was getting himself into! They were two completely different people, from two completely different times, but Alana had one thing to her advantage – she was a woman.

Captain Jack Sparrow was sailing peacefully, humming his favorite tune and reading his compass, when he was disturbed by amurmur in his crew.

"Mother's love…" Similar exclamations sounded about the main deck, accompanied by catcalls. Smirking at what he thought one of his crew's idiotic attempts to amuse themselves, Jack turned to see what "scandalous" sight they were chattering about now. When he did, he almost choked.

Standing on the far side of the quarterdeck was Alana, clearly the subject that started all the ruckus. What was more scandalous was what she was wearing. He couldn't begin to describe the outfit, only to say that more of her body was exposed than covered. She might as well have not been wearing anything at all!

Ignoring the calls of the sailors, Alana tied her long black hair back into a pony-tail. Picking up the mop, she dipped it into the bucket of brackish water and began to clean the decks in her red Bikini. She found herself laughing mentally at the thought of them if she were only wearing a thong. 'The poor souls…'

"What in God's name are ye wearin'!" Alana almost burst at the seams at the expression of Jack's face.

"It's called a bathing suit, Sparrow. Just a little thing from the future you're going to miss out on."

"Is it absolutely necessary that you wear…that?" he signaled her swimsuit with his hands. "You're distracting my crew."

"Of course it's absolutely necessary!" Alana replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It's probably a freakin' ninety degrees out here! Besides, I know you don't really want me to take it off…Do you, Captain?"

Had Jack not been a man of self-control, he would have taken full advantage of her against the very walls of his cabin. Her green eyes danced with a mischievous amusement as she teased him. Grinning, he turned to address his crew who were still gawking at the half-naked woman.

"Men! It seems we'll be havin' us a bit of entertainment for the next few days!" The men hooted and laughed at Jack's innuendo. All of them knew well that the second meaning of his statement was not serious. If they touched her, there would be serious consequences. "Just make sure ye don't get too off task, or I'll have to cancel the show," he added seriously. Not wanting to lose the new image of femininity (Anna-Maria was far from it) that was being presented to them, the crew immediately dispersed, though gazing at Alana with idiotic grins.

'It really is pathetic,' she thought, as she found some of the sailors were reddening about their faces. As for Captain Sparrow…he seemed to be scrutinizing her from where he still stood. She had to remember now that the present time was one where women didn't show their ankles, much less their legs, arms, stomachs and a whole lot of other things she had no shame in showing.

"In case you're wondering, Sparrow," she broke his reverie, placing hands on her wide hips, "they're real." Jack's eyes shot up from her chest – which was very well endowed in his professional opinion – and held a quizzical expression. "Just…never mind. Don't you have captain things to do? I suggest you go and do them."

After briefly checking that his crew were still on task even though they were staring at their new guest (he knew they were; he could barely keep his eyes off her himself), he strode to his previous position at the helm and continued to observe Alana out of the corner of his eye as she picked up the mop and began her task. Her frame was lean and curvaceous. The muscles in her arms contracted ever so slightly as she moved the mop back and forth, her nigh naked torso moving in time. The rhythmic motion stirred dirty thoughts into Jack's mind, involving ones of her swaying to another beat – of the headboard in his room, of course.

Shaking his head slightly and laughing to himself, Jack determined it would have to wait. He could take her whenever he pleased, but there had to be a little bit of fun involved. 'A few days of Tauntin' will do the trick.' In the meantime, he would imagine all of the things he would do to make it up to her. 'And when I'm done, she'll beg me for more.'

Yes, for Jack Sparrow this was going to be a good two weeks to port.

A/N: Hi everyone! I know that it's been some time since I've updated the Guess WHo's Back? story, but the truth is that it's been really hard for me to do so. I don't know why, but it just has. Hopefully this will keep your brains entertained long enough for me to come up with another one of those. By the by, I hear reviews really boost an author's self-esteem, so please R&R!