Wow! Three reviews already! You guys rock:feels warm and fuzzy inside: B.t.w, if there are some inside jokes you don't get, contact me for an explanation. And for Jess is a pirate: funf to you! In fact, funf to you all!

And I know this may seem a bit like a MarySue, but trust me, it's not. Once I think up an actual plot, those of you who are skeptical will see the truth in my words.

Disclaimer: I was going to join Disney, but they wouldn't let me in, so alas! I do not own CJS or anything about PotC;:sighs ruefully and scowls at mouse; :I also don't own any of the numerous catchphrases from random cartoons or songs which are quoted, so rum to them. ; :starts singing Willy Wonka Welcome Song: ; R&R and as always, enjoy!

Chapter Two: Randomness, Todd, and Rumsweet Island

"Are you ready to visit our island?" Jack asked. Amy nodded enthusiastically. "Well, before you can do that, we need to get you out of those clothes." A look of horror crossed her face, and he added hastily, "—And into some new ones—some...more appropriate."

"Appropriate?" the girl asked, calm, cool and collected immediately. "What's inappropriate about my clothes other than that they're nightwear?"

He looked at her quizzically. "Is that really how women dress where you come from? But exposing so much of themselves—especially at such the vulnerable time of unconsciousness!"

"Believe me, there are gals out there who dress worse during their waking hours what actually go out in public. Savvy? Now then, about these clothes..."

Jack gave up trying to figure things out and they returned to his cabin. He returned to that corner stacked with chests and pushed several aside until he uncovered an old, small box covered in dust and rime. He opened it with a great deal of care, seeing as how it looked like it was about to fall apart. Rummaging around inside, he managed to fish out a pair of trousers, an old belt, a shirt, and something long and silver. "Here. These belonged to the child of a friend of mine. They should fit." And he left for few minutes to let her dress, leaving the silver thing on a table nearby. "That was my sister's," he added over his shoulder as he departed, "so don't go losing it." 'It' was a brush. It had a polished silver handle and there were beautiful designs etched into the surface. Dressing and picking up the brush, Amy was back out on deck within moments. But Jack was nowhere to be seen. Standing by the bulwarks yet again, she removed the red scrunchie, replacing it on her wrist, and began running the brush through her hair, again observing the island's shore. Returning from the errand he had been running and lost in thought, Jack returned to his cabin, closing the door behind him. Snapping back to reality, he realized the girl—oh what was her name?—wasn't there. Suddenly, a strange noise reached his ears and he rushed out of the cabin to find its source. There stood the lass, holding the brush, looking off over the bulwarks, making a lot of short, cat-like noises. He came up, only now realizing how easily the sound carried through the air. "What is that?" he asked irritably.

"Catfrog," was her reply, and she continued.

"Well, would you be so kind as to stop, as it's grown quite annoying?"

"Sure!" and the sound changed, becoming the transition from the 'r' and 'e' sounds, though still catlike. Jack looked at her oddly. "What? It's a giant river otter."

"Doesn't sound like any otter I've ever heard."

She shrugged. "That's the way Jeff does it." ((namely Jeff Corwin, for those of you who don't watch Animal Planet!)) But she stopped making the sounds and instead jumped into the Willy Wonka Welcome Song. Those still aboard stopped in their tracks to stare openmouthed. Jack put a hand to his head and backed away, hoping to go unnoticed. But the girl was too smart for that trick—no sooner had he turned his back then she was standing there in front of him.

Jack paused mid-stride, and looked her straight in the eye. She returned his gaze once again, contradicting his beliefs that the first time had been a fluke. "My memory escapes me: what'd you say your name was?"

"Todd."

"Todd," he repeated.

"Todd? Who's Todd? I'm Amy." This was getting annoying, and Jack let it show. Seeing his scowl, Amy said quickly, "Oki, I'll stop—least, I'll try to." Jack sighed and calmed himself, rolling his eyes again. "Well, Captain Sparrow, shall we go ashore?"

"We shall." They took one of the last dinghies and rowed to shore. As Jack rowed them, Amy reached up with her left hand to adjust her glasses, and Jack noticed a bracelet of sorts, made of a stretchy black material, on her arm. "I heart pirates?"

"Huh? Oh, that. It's nothing really...just pertaining to and expressing false infatuations with fictional characters and obsessions with a certain movie...whatever." She shrugged, at a loss for a decent explanation. She removed the armband and turned it inside out so as not to attract any more unwanted attention. As soon as they had pulled the boat ashore, she jumped out, marveling at how soft the warm sand was beneath her bare feet, and how brilliantly white it shone in the sunlight. "Oh wow," she breathed, and was silent for the rest of the day. With proper cautioning and several warnings, Jack let her wander off to explore, telling her where the main camp would be located.

She wandered as far away as she could, mostly out of curiosity ((good thing she's not a cat!)), finally stopping at the top of an outcropping to watch the sunset that evening. Using a sharp rock, she managed to whittle a hole through the shell of a coconut, and tasted its sweet milk and its sweet flesh fresh from the shell for the first time in her life. Making sure she left behind no evidence to show she had been there, and covering her tracks as she went—they are pirates after all—she curled up under a bush and slept for the night.

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The day had gone by quickly, and before he knew it, Jack found himself watching the sun set, surprisingly sober. The girl still hadn't returned. Come morning, if she didn't show up, he would have to look for her. He knew this island like the back of his hand—if anyone could find her, it was him.

Night passed and morning arrived. Still no sign of Amy. But just as Jack was preparing to leave, there she was, coming toward the camp along the shore, walking in her own style, still somewhere between land-legs and sea-legs. "Morning, Captain," she greeted him. "Sleep well?"

"Worrying for an insane teenage girl the whole night? Hardly. Why didn't you come to camp last night?"

"You never said I had to come to camp: you only told me where it is."

Jack rolled his eyes, thinking Great, a clever one. "Didn't know I had to be so specific."

"Well now you do. I'll trust you won't make such assumptions in the future." But they had both woken up in good moods, and when she smiled good-humoredly, he returned it. "How long are we staying for?"

"Nigh a week. I'll let you keep exploring, if you like, so long as you return to camp this evening. Most of the crew should be over their hangovers by then and you can meet them," Jack offered, insinuating that the crew had gotten drunk last night.

"And you without one? That's interesting," she mused, turning around and walking back in the direction she had come from. "See you tonight, then," she shot over her shoulder. Continuing her exploration, Amy came across a large, clear freshwater pond. Shading one shore were a few willows, trees she'd never expected to find in the Caribbean. And, like everything else on the island, it was surrounded by coconut palms. She couldn't resist—the water seemed so inviting and the area itself was so serene. Taking several short swims throughout the day, and eating a few coconuts and fruits which Jack had mentioned were healthy to eat, she finally stretched out on the tiny inland beach and watched the sun sink below the horizon. She couldn't believe the day had passed so quickly, and, vowing to return the next day, regretfully left to find her way back to camp.

"Ah, here she is!" she heard a familiar voice exclaim upon her return, and saw Jack swaggering over to meet her. He had been drinking, she could tell, but not to the point of drunkenness...yet. Moments later, she found herself being introduced to many of the crew. Before she knew it, she was being asked all sorts of questions, some, concerning her arrival, which Jack took the liberty of answering for her. "We don't want them to be suspicious at all, so try to play the part if you catch my drift," he murmured hastily at one point.

But it was all in good fun, and, though Amy was a definite introvert, she found she was enjoying herself. And though she loved rum—always had, always would—she only allotted herself a couple or three sips that night. But through the night, she couldn't help but feel a bit homesick. Was time still moving back at home? Would she wake up from this as she would a dream? Had her parents come looking for her yesterday morning and found her gone? She hoped not for the latter—she wouldn't want any parent to have to go through the pain of losing a child, especially not hers. This is getting ridiculous, she thought to herself, and got up. She waded out into the surf and stood there, letting her imagination take over, hoping it would drown out any unpleasant thoughts keeping her from her sleep. So lost in her thoughts was she that she didn't even hear the slight splash as someone else stepped into the sea. "Is everything alright, love?"

"Fine, Jack. Go back to sleep," great, now her homesickness was keeping Jack up, too.

"A penny for your thoughts?" he offered. Something was bothering this girl and he wanted to find out what.

"It's nothing, just a bit of homesickness."

"That's not nothing," Jack replied seriously. "Not something to bother worrying much about, but still not nothing...what can be done to ease your pain?"

Pain, she thought. That's exactly what I must be putting my parents through if this really is happening. "Can you get me back home?"

He sighed. "Seeing as how I've no idea how ye got here, I've no idea as to how to return ye. Savvy?" The girl hunched her shoulders slightly, hugging herself as she did so, shutting her eyes and trying to close out the world—she sometimes wondered if she had some sort of autism. Not knowing how to comfort her, being a pirate rogue and all, he put an arm around her shoulders and turned her to face him. He lifted her chin so she was looking at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, and spoke softly, "Don't let this bring you down. We'll simply just have to find a way."

"What way is there? It's impossible."

"Nothing's impossible, love. And I believe you're forgetting one very important thing—"

"You're Captain Jack Sparrow," she finished.

"Actually, I was going to say something like 'don't lose hope,' but your answer works a bit better," Jack replied, denying to himself that he was that predictable. Amy couldn't help but smile—Jack could be so full of himself sometimes. "Ah, there we go," he said, returning her white grin with a golden one. "Now, then, how's about you get some sleep?"

"No thanks—I'll be back in a while." Jack shrugged waded back, hoping this girl would be alright...and trying to remember who knew about journeys such as hers.

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The full moon shone brightly, lighting her path as she went. She had waded almost silently for an hour or so before finally returning to shore. All she needed to do now was find her way back. But, after several minutes, she found herself once again at the freshwater pond. She leaned against a tree to think for a moment, when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. But when she turned to look, nothing was there. Strange, she thought. She could've sworn she'd seen a human face there a moment ago...But whatever, she just had to remember what direction the camp was in.

The next three mornings found her asleep at the edge of the group. Feeling the warm sun on her face, she dared to open her eyes and found a monkey sitting on her chest looking at her curiously. "Hi, there," Amy grunted, startling the creature so that it jumped off and scurried away. She sat up and looked out to the horizon as she now did often. The few puffy, white clouds were shades of purple, gold and orange. "Squawk! Sailor's delight!" she heard Cotton's parrot say from beside her.

"Aye," she agreed, "another beautiful day indeed." She turned, nodding greeting to the mute sailor, and walked off to stare aimlessly out to sea, one of her new favorite pastimes. She suddenly caught sight of the Pearl, wondering why she hadn't noticed it there before, and getting lost in her beauty. She was a large ship—larger than most pirates would find favorable—but for this specific crew, she was perfect, ideal, home. Her black wood and dark figurehead were mesmerizing, but Amy tore her eyes away, remembering the pond. The stay here was nearly over, and she wanted to explore a bit more. She just wanted to visit the pond first.

When she arrived, the birds were singing more loudly, more beautifully than she remembered. That was the word: beautiful. The word she thought about everything she saw here. Cotton's parrot: beautiful. The Pearl: beautiful. The island: beautiful. And so on ((Jack included, btw)). But her stay was short, as she really did want to explore more, but after having stumbled upon and exploring a number of caverns to the west, she returned.

It was hot. Hotter than she could remember. She went to the pond's nearest shore and splashed some of the cool, refreshing water on her face, then deciding to jump right in. Or rather, half-jump, half-fall. Either way, it was a great way to spend her last day in paradise.

A.N. I know it was boring, but trust me, things will get better. I promise!

In other news, I have a bunch of projects to do for school and I'll be away next weekend, thus I will have less time to write. SORRY!