Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original POTC characters…otherwise I would be making a real book or movie…not fan fiction. I hold all rights to my original characters.

Chapter 2

The poor guy was obviously delusional. Since he looked so exhausted, I thought I might invite him into my house for a bit. What? It's not like I did it cause he was the ultimate hotty and sounded like my dream guy… Well, other than that, he looked half starved. I also have an older brother who lives with my mom, and since Hotty over here was wearing such filthy, shredded up clothing…I thought I might lend him some. "Listen, I don't even know your name, but you look hungry, tired and pretty damn scruffy. You can borrow some of my brother's clothing, rest for a little while, and I'll make you some food. How's that sound?"

"Milady, I would be honoured and most thankful. I apologize for being so rude. My name is Jack Sparrow. What's yours?" I was now officially dreaming. He looked kind of different… but maybe that was an age thing. "My name's Sarah, pleased to meet you. You wouldn't be Captain Jack Sparrow by the way, would you?"

"No, I'm afraid that title belongs to my father. I'm actually technically Jack Sparrow Jr." He stopped for a moment, as if working out something that rather confused him…Like me working on how D/C generators work. Those things SUCK. Wait…he's talking again. "Wait…You say there are no ports near by, that we are in an honest farming area. How do you know of my father?"

"Um…let's just say he's famous world wide. Now come on, let's go. I'll show you around the land after you get something to eat." We walked to my house in silence…I think he didn't like to hear about his dad that much. I was starting to think he was telling the truth about who he was…About when he was from. He didn't give me any reason to disbelieve him…And where could you find clothes like that in this century?

Once we reached the door, tried to open it…but it was locked. "That's funny…They never lock the door." I nearly started knocking on the door, but then I realized that my little brother was probably sleeping and I had remembered my keys. I was digging around in my purse looking for them, when I heard the door creak open. I looked up, expecting to see Jodi, my stepmum, or my dad. When I saw Jack holding open the door, I was extremely shocked. "How did you open the door? It was locked…Wasn't it?"

"Yes, but I took the liberty of picking the lock. I understood from your actions that you had forgotten or lost the key." I stared at him, indignant. "I didn't forget or lose the bloody key! It's right here!" I proclaimed, pulling it from my bag, "Besides, how did you pick the lock?"

"I am ashamed to say it, but my father taught me. Surprisingly, it has come in handy on many occasions, even for saving my mother once from a man who…" He had a distant look in his eyes, and I could tell his heart was breaking. I felt my own heart ache to see his plight. Rather than let him finish the painful sentence, I broke in, "That's absolutely amazing. You seem extremely brave… I'm glad it's you that stumbled onto my land, not your father, if I may so bold to say so." Hey, I can get into the mood to speak like he did.

He gave a definitive nod and said, "So am I. My father would only wish to dishonour my mother and you as well if he came across such a pretty young woman, in pants no less. He likes gallant women…As do I, if I may be so bold." Okay, now I really believe him. Any guy that thinks women are bold to wear pants is definitely not from any time near mine. Wait…did he just say he liked me in a roundabout way?

"First of all Jack, lots of women wear pants in the lovely year of 2007. Thank you for the compliment though," I blushed.

"Your attire is not the only bold thing about you. You stood up to me and held your ground. That's not something many women in your position would do." I nearly started to argue, but then I looked him over once more. He looked every bit a pirate with his torn shirt and messy hair with loose curls. His hand rested lightly on a scabbard by his side I hadn't noticed, and he was a good 6 inches taller than I, putting him at 5 foot 11. I could also see his muscles through the ripped shirt. Not a guy to trifle with. "How old are you anyway?" He thought for two seconds, then replied, "I'm…17."

"What, don't know your own age?" I teased, but I was also afraid. Anyone who has to lie about his age isn't someone you want to invite in your house…Lying about such a small thing just proves they're not trustworthy at all. "I do!" he insisted, "It's just that it's my birthday today, and so I was going to say 16, but then I remembered that I just turned 17. You know how it is with birthdays, don't you?" I smiled widely at him and said, "Who doesn't? Besides, I'm having that same trouble myself right now. It's my birthday too, I just turned 16!" We laughed at the significance, and I was growing steadily aware of how handsome he looked when he was happy like this. He caught me looking at him like that and immediately stopped. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. I was just admiring—just seeing how good you look when you're happy, when you're laughing." He gave me a tiny smile, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I was thinking the exact same thing about you, love." I felt my cheeks redden slightly and felt the sudden urge to kiss him…but that would be wrong. He's not here for me; I just invited him to eat something, have a bit of a rest and get some new clothes… "Oh, shit! I totally forgot to get you some new clothes. Here, come with me," I said, starting towards the kitchen. "Hey Dad, Jodi? You guys home?" No answer.

"You've a mouth like a pirate lass. Where'd you learn to cuss like that?"

"Me? I don't swear that much, although I've been sorta bad today…Finding a pirate in your forest isn't exactly calming, no offence. And it doesn't help that everyone forgot my birthday…Hey! They went out without me on my bloody sweet 16! How could they do something like this to me?" I was about to gripe more, but he wound his arm around my waist and pulled me a bit closer to him. "Don't worry love, I'm sure you'll have a great time anyway," he whispered, just barely brushing his lips on my ear. He's his father, through and through. Except for that honour bit…and believe it or not, he's way sexier. Got the seductive lilting 'love' down to an art.

"Yeah," I sighed, breathless. "I've got you to help me celebrate. Hey, do you want to make a cake after we eat some lunch?" He nodded then shivered…it seems his clothes were wet too. "Oh, I completely forgot again. I'll run downstairs and grab you some clothes." I started down the stairs, but he caught my arm. "Do you mind if I come with? I don't like being in an unfamiliar place without a pretty face."

"Don't worry…It's not a problem," I managed to choke out over my blush. We finally got to the clothes, and I handed him a pair of jeans. My brother hadn't done his laundry for a while, so he didn't have many shirts left…I decided my bro's English soccer jersey would look good on Jack. He looked at the clothes blankly. I realized with a tiny itty bit of redness what I had forgotten. Underwear. I had no idea what they wore in 1796 for women's underwear, let alone men's…I quickly grabbed a pair of boxers and tossed them at him. "Here, change into these and give me your dirty clothes. I'll put them in a machine that cleans them, aite?"

He still had a vacant look pasted on his face. "But…what are these garments? I've never seen anything like…" He grabbed the boxers between two fingers and dangled them in the air. "I've no idea what they are, love. I might need some help…"

"If you think I'm like that in any way, you're reading the wrong book. Honestly, I thought…I don't know what you--" He held my gaze for two seconds, then began to blush profusely. "Sarah, I didn't mean it that way…I just have no clue how to work these. Just show me what they are and I'll be fine." I sighed, relieved, and picked up the jeans. "These are pants. You just pull them on. This is a shirt, just pull it over your head. Well, that's it." I started to walk out of the room, but he just had to ask, "But what are these short pant things?" I just said, "You put them on under your pants, savvy?" Like I said…I like pirate speak. It's sexy!

"Aye, Captain," he said with a smile as the door was nearly closed. Shiver me timbers…Yum.