A/N: You know what I feel is the hardest part of writing each chapter? Actually there are two parts. The first is getting started. I just look at the blank document and sigh, my mind just blanking out. Or when I'm having a great flow; you know, I'm just in a writing frenzy; then RL interrupts (like it did to Alicia) and I just can't get it back... That's happened to me so many times in this story thus far. I'm not giving up... No sir! I'm not even going to put it in cold storage like I've done with a number of my other ones. Even though I'm still not 100 sure where this story is headed, I'm kinda curious as to where it'll lead me.

I'm not sure if I'll do a skit this chappie. I started them out of the insanity caused by sleep deprivation. Now my annoying Onee-chan is insistent that I do one at the end of each chapter. She all but complained my ear off after the farce of a skit last instalment. To those of you who like the skits, tell me and I'll start 'em back up. If not, I'll cease and desist. Tell me either way, 'kay?

Now that that's over, I might as well put the disclaimer and stuff here, too.

Disclaimer: Nothing that's not Alicia Abraham (and Dark Denizen) is mine. I hold no claim over the PotC characters, places, etc, etc. Nor do I own any of the reference fandoms. I'll keep it rather general; who knew writing a fangirl character would end up causing so much annoying disclaimer stuff.

Any references that may cause confusion will have a superscript number (unless the site wants to be a little b17(h and ruin the formatting like it does for everything else), with a corresponding explanation at the end of the chapter. Any further confusion, ask away in either a review or an email. I can be reached at one of you've finished reading this fic, please review it. That little button at the bottom of the screen; the one that lets you post reviews; is just waiting for you to press it... Thank you and enjoy.

So, without further interruption; here's the next chapter:

MARY SUE: CHAPTER ELEVEN

Alicia awoke to her alarm. "Get up! Get up! It's morning! It is time to have breakfast and get ready for school!" She reached her arm out, flailing her hand around for the top of her little monkey alarm clock. Its mouth opened and closed, repeating the wake up message.

"Arhnn... Just five more minutes..." She gave a tired, whiny moan. She was still absolutely exhausted. That dream last night was so not restful. A hushed pair of voices, talking nearby, caught her attention.

"Aye, Cap'n. Of course I trust ye. It doesn't mean yer righ'." She groaned inwardly. She was still dreaming. She reached again for her alarm clock, finding nothing; only air. The alarm went off on its own anyways... "'Tis bad luck havin' women aboard. Especially one who prays to heathen Gods." She could recognize Gibb's voice. But where were they? And where was she? She felt a bed beneath her. But the two wounded sailors were using the bed. She was getting a headache trying to figure out what was going on. She chose, instead, to focus on observing.

"First off," Jack's voice drifted to her, "that heathen saved Ana's life last night. I don't see the bad luck in that. Plus, it was because of her that the bloody commodore decided to stay aboard. And it was only by claiming him as a hostage that we were able to escape the rest of 'em." She smiled. She must still be dreaming... How many times has a fangirl fantasized about Captain Jack Sparrow defending her? "We'll leave her at Port Royal. But only if she wants. I'm not forcing her to do anything she doesn't want t' do. Besides, what would you have me do? We're on our way to Isla de Muerta. There are no ports between here and there. Other than Tortuga that is. And I am not goin' to be responsible for leaving a young lass there." Gibbs made a sound best described as a snort. "Alright. Then what do you suggest I do?"

Alicia could feel Gibb's eyes bore into her back, making her glad she decided to pretend to remain asleep. "I say we leave her at Isla de Muerta. Leave the heathen to play with her heathen Gods." She had to stifle a gasp. Surely Jack wouldn't allow them to maroon her on that evil island. She could imagine the expression on the quartermaster's face; a mixture of fear and hatred. She felt a chill course through her at the thought.

"I most certainly will not!" The suddenness of Jack's outburst startled her. "If I won't leave her at Tortuga, where there are at least people, why would I allow you to leave her there? And, in case you've forgotten, I'm not that fond of the concept of marooning." His intonation in the last part clearly left no room for debate. The silence following it seemed almost tangible.

Through the quiet, she heard footsteps head towards the door, followed by the door opening and slamming shut. After another moment's silence, Jack directed his focus to Alicia's still form. "It's alright. He's gone." She turned to face him. "I've known you were awake awhile." She blinked, squinting to see his face less blurrily. She could identify movement, but couldn't tell what he was doing. "You may need these. They seem important." He walked towards the bed and handed her something familiar. She held her glasses up to her face. Gods they're dirty... She tried cleaning them on the end of her shirt, but that only succeeded in dirtying them further.

"I don't mean to be a bother, but do you have any soft fabric that's at least mostly clean?" She looked at him through the smeared lenses, not even bothering to put them on. "I can't see a thing without my glasses, but with the smears, I can't see very well. It's like trying to look out of a dirty window." She closed her eyes, preferring the darkness behind her eyelids to the headache that was coming from the eyestrain.

Jack seemed to mistake her eyestrain for exhaustion. "It's still early yet. You should get some more sleep while you can. I'll have the Commodore help you to Anamaria's cabin." She heard him turn and take a few steps towards the door. "And I'll have him bring some clean linen as well."

"I'm not tired; just blind. I can't see without my glasses; and they're too dirty to see through, anyways. I get a headache trying to see without my glasses. That's the only reason for me closing my eyes." A yawn escaped her, controverting Alicia's prior insistence. "I swear I'm not" Another yawn interrupted her sentence. "I'm not tired."

Jack left the room quietly as the girl once again slipped from consciousness.

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That's it for now. And yay! No weird references; at least there weren't any in this chapter. As such, I'm done for now. Now it's time for me to go to sleep. Sorry it's so short at present, but I'm going to bed. I'll have another chapter done soon. Whether I can post it soon is another story. I'll update as soon as I get another chance to go online, 'kay?

Oh, and I'll be able to update sooner (at least the writing part of it) because I'm finally done! I've not only finished all the Mangas from the Library (those were done a while ago), but I've also finished watching the last of my Anime. No more for a while. Not until my Anime supplier gets around to bringing me some more that is. So the only distraction I've got (besides work) is the book The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostava. Great book, by the way. I really suggest reading it (when you've finished reviewing this, I mean).

Now that is that and this is done... Review, please. (-Puts on my Winamp list of all my new songs-) G'Night.