Alicia parked her motorcycle in the garage and hurried to her room. On the ride home she had caught a particularly fascinating Plot Bunny. PotC, of course... That's all the stories she'd been writing, as of late. So she wanted to write it down as soon as she could, to keep it protectively entrapped as she wrote her story. She turned on her computer and typed in her password: 'F4nd0m'.

The familiar "The truth is out there, Scully" Windows opening sounded, and her usual fanatical grin crossed her face. She began humming the "He's a Pirate" tune from the PotC movie as she opened up her Corel Word Perfect 'story outline' file.

Title: "Um..." Ship Shape. "That sounds good."

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean. "Duh..."

Genre: "I'll have to get back to you on that..."

Genre II: Mary—Sue. "That counts as a Genre, right?"

Pairing: J/A. "Obviously." And OFC/... "Hmmm..." Norrington. "That way, I can write a Mary—Sue and not have to worry about having to screw up that OTP..." "And maybe a bit of" OFC/J Unrequited. "That way, Jack and Ana will still be a couple, but my Mary—Sue still can fall in love with him. I mean, who doesn't love Captain Jack Sparrow?"

Summary: A girl, named Mary—Sue Edwards (profile to be included), is on a cruise. A storm brews up and she falls overboard. After what seems like forever of fighting the frigid water and the churning waves, she feels herself start to lose consciousness. Just as the last of her vision is overcome by obsidian, she feels a pair of strong hands pulling her from the water.

She wakes in darkness. The gentle rocking of waves reassures her that she made it out of the storm alive... But thanks to whom, she could not say. She allows the mild movement to guide her into a more restful slumber.

The next time she awakens, it's due to the sun, glaring at her from the window across the cabin. She opens her eyes cautiously, and sees a Spartan, wood—panelled room. The bed she was laying on, a mahogany desk with a matching chair, and a round cedar table surrounded with four similarly styled chairs, were all that filled the room. The window had no drapes, the chairs had no cushions, and her bed had only a thin sheet covering it.

Well, she knew she wasn't in the cruise ship's infirmary. Whether she was in an infirmary at all, was doubtful. Sitting up, she runs a hand through her long, now dry, tangled brown hair. She notices that her denim short shorts and yellow spaghetti strap top are missing. In their place is a full—length, lacy, white dress. A quick check assures her that she is at least still wearing her bikini.

She begins wondering just where on earth she is. And who her rescuers are. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands up, only to fall back down. It took her a moment to gain her sea legs. When she does, she crosses the cabin to the door. Just as she opens it, a man enters. It's Norrington. She nearly falls into him as a wave hits. He helps her to one lf the chairs around the table, sitting in one next to her.

He inquires about her health and wellbeing, as well as her identity. She introduces herself, and he does the same. Th

"Alicia... Dinner." Alicia's mother's voice called up from the foot of the stairs. 'And when I was just getting into it, too.' She hit save as, labelled her file as "Ship—Shape.outline.doc", and turned off her monitor before rushing to her meal.

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Again, not much PotCness to it... Sorry. But I must first build the foundation before building the ship (or building, or whatever).

This A/N will be short. Promise... In fact, I'll skip the paragraph stuff and just let my Muse take over.

"NETALAK!"

-(Cue Hellsing Theme)-

Netalak: What? You that eager to get back to your Vampy plaything?

Me: Yes... I mean I just thought I'd be nice... I was gonna have Ed—Ed join you...

Netalak: (-Eagerly-) Really? (-Ahem-) I mean... That would be kind of you. Which is so not your style.

Scully: So I'd say, yeah, she probably is just vibrating in place to get back to Alucard.

Mulder: You mean like you——

Scully: (-Slams hand over Mulder's mouth before he could finish-) Don't go there, Mulder. Not if you value your life.

Ed: Hi, Hi, everybody!

Netalak: Wow... It's you again...

Ed: Um... You're weird.

Scully: Like master, like Muse.

(-Suddenly all of Scully's clothes disappear, replaced a with sheer, pink bodysuit.-)

Mulder: I'm glad I'm not on her bad side...

Scully: Shut up, Mulder!

Netalak: Yeah... Please kindly click on the review button once you've finished reading this.

Scully: Yes, complain about our mistreatment. Please save us... Make her stop...! (- The bodysuit vanishes as well.-)

Mulder: (-While futilely attempting to cover Scully-) Can you just finish this already?

Ed: Right! Read, Read, and Review! Please be nice, though... That might happen to you, too.

Netalak: I doubt GG will curse the clothes off of one of her loyal readers just because their review was less than friendly...

(-Netalak shrinks from a seven foot tall gargoyle—esque Shadow, to a two foot tall Hobbit-)

Netalak: Is it too late to change my answer?

Ed: Bye, Bye!