Author's note- because I want to put semi-meaningless info here(And because I don't think a fic looks right without some Author stuff at the beginning.): The Lady Washington was actually the boat that was used in the first POTC movie, as the Interceptor, and they do give tours to school groups. I went on one in Elementary School, and my little brother was almost born on the beach!

Also, here is the first converstaion (sorta) between Lily and Elizabeth, hope you enjoy- I know I did.

So skipping ahead to after I explained how I knew everything and (to my best estimate) how I got here, I decided to help with the ship- somehow.

"I can learn to cook, really! I didn't mean to I swear!" I tried to make amends as I was shoved out of the kitchen, which at this point was rapidly filling up with smoke. I coughed a few times to release the putrid smell, then went to report to Barbossa, to see if there was anything I might be able to help with.

"Just stay outta the way, lass. You needn't be doin' any hard labor when there's such a fine crew to be doin' it." Which I took to mean 'In order to keep the ship in one piece, stay out of the goddamn way.' I saw Will up hanging from the mast, checking the sails or something I guessed, and waited until he started down to approach him.

"Can you think of anything I can do that's completely goof-proof?" I asked smiling. My grin increased when I saw his confused face and realized I was speaking 'future'. "So simple a drunk man could do it easily." I clarified.

Will furrowed his brow. "I suppose swabbing the deck is easy enough, but you really don't have to- the crew has everything under control."

I rolled my eyes. "But it's the principle of the thing. I hate feeling useless, I want to be able to help, or occupied or something!" Will put his hand on my shoulder and I noticed Elizabeth's eyes on the two of us. Yeah, because she totally has a reason to be so territorial. Hypocrite.

"How about I teach you about sailing? You said most people don't sail anymore, didn't you?"

I smiled, "Not like this." I looked around at the large ship. The only time I had ever seen anything like the ship I was on was when I was six, taking a school tour of The Lady Washington.

"Well, The Screaming Serpent is a Schooner, which means it is rigged with fore and aft sails on two masts." Will pointed to the two telephone pole-like stakes coming out of the deck. "In a Schooner the foremast is usually taller than the mainmast, but here it is the same height. Schooners are used primarily by smugglers and pirates for its speed, we are using this one to get to Jack faster."

I looked up at the sails billowing in the wind. "But what makes this ship any faster than another one?"

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly. "It has a very shallow draftand when using a square topsail you can reach eleven knots in a good wind."

I leaned back against the mast. "Okay, now I'm really confused. What's a draft, and a topsail, and what's the difference between a foremast and a mainmast?"

"When a ship has a shallow draft it means that the keel floats just under the water line; a topsail is set above the gaff of a lower sail; a foremast is the mast nearest the front of the ship, and the mainmast it what you're leaning against." Will placed his hand on the mast, which also happened to be a little above my shoulder, placing him closer than 18th century culture dictates proper.

"And -last question I swear- what a gaff?"

He pointed to a horizontal piece of wood separating the two sails. "The gaff is that piece of wood right there. If you stand right here you can see the carvings sailors have made on it."

I carefully maneuvered myself to a spot where I could comfortably see, while still keeping close physical distance between myself and Will. "Oh yeah, that's really cool. Back home we had a tree everyone used to carve in. Couples and best friends and all-"

"You wench!" I narrowly escaped a sword in the cheek by the obviously pissed Elizabeth. "How dare you try to seduce my fiancé!"

My jaw dropped and I looked at Will. "You're still engaged to her? After what she did? You saw what she did Will, and you're still with her?"

If there was anyone not interested by what was going on before, they were now. "Will, no." Elizabeth said desperately. "I was trying to convince him to stay behind. It was the only way we could get free!"

"Yeah, by chaining him to his ship!" I cried. Oh shit. Elizabeth brandished her sword at me, moving in like a tiger on the discovery channel, stalking a poor innocent monkey. "You're the reason we're all out here," I yelled frantically, knocking over barrels to provide a barrier between me and the tiger. "And you would have sucked face with him even if it wasn't the last chance you had!" I climbed up the mast- not gracefully at all I might add- and hung from a rope, kicking at her sword. "You want to know why it took so long to find the chest? Because that compass, it doesn't point north. It points to where your heart wants most. And Elizabeth's heart kept pointing to Jack Sparrow!" I finally managed to kick the sword from her hand and dropped onto the deck, which also happened to be on Elizabeth. I jumped up quickly and ran towards a room I had passed on the way above deck. I slammed the door behind me and shoved three barrels against the door, sitting on the fourth. Oh god, what have I done?

Also, I looked up all the ship information so I believe it's accurate. But if at any point it's not, please let me know and I'll change it ASAP.