And then my lifeless, unconcious body was carried dramatically by a pair of strong arms to the captain's quarters, where I was laid down like a princess on a nice, soft bed and my face dabbed gently by a wet sponge until I woke up softly…

SIKE.

Did you really think that sort of thing happens to me? What sort of universe do you live in? Apparently a much nicer one than mine.

Sadly that did not happen for me. Instead I woke up very quickly – found myself lying face down on the ships' deck while I heard voices around me.

"Is she dead?"

"If she's dead, we can just push her body off and get going."

Since that was the last thing I wanted I quickly stood up again, feeling slightly woozy still from fainting. My head also hurt, like a lot. It was probably bleeding from when I fell headfirst on the deck.

"Haha, I'm not dead! So don't throw my body anywhere HAHAHA!" I said, sounding slightly hysterical and probably looking it too. I was still wearing my hello kitty pajamas, which was dirty and wet from spending two whole days in it. My long ginger hair was all over the place, plastered to my skin.

"Shipwrecked?" that familiar voice again – and along with it, the same shock as I felt a few minutes ago.

"What?!" I asked, jumping at the sound of the voice belonging to none other than Captain Jack fucking sparrow.

He was still just standing there, looking cool as a cucumber because why wouldn't he? He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to answer him.

"That's what happened, isn't it?" he asked – very patiently I might add, like one might speak to an elderly person or someone not quite in their right mind. I bit my nails and looked around me, still very much in shock.

"Oh. Yeah...sort of. " I said off-hand, not really thinking.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, sounding intrigued. Oh no.

I realized that if I told him the truth he would REALLY think I was crazy and probably throw me overboard.

So I said something really clever to placate his curiosity. I folded my arms across my chest and stuck my nose in the air.

"I don't think I should say."

"A secret, is it?"

"Yes! Of national importance."

"And of what nation are ye referring to luv? "

"Uh…."

Oh dear. Oh no. Why did my big mouth just have to say things when my mind didn't have a chance to catch up?

"The nation of...Massapequa."

There was a completely silent pause in which the captain looked at me, and it was impossible to guess what he was rest of the crew was in a similar state – waiting to see what their captain would do. I looked back at him, sweating – without a hope or prayer. In a somewhat detached manner, I couldn't help but notice that he did look a lot more handsome than I remembered him being from when I saw those movies.

Wait, what the hell was I thinking?! The heat must be getting to me.

In a desperate attempt to appear charming and agreeable, I gave him my best smile.

And ah! If it didn't garner a crooked smile in return – see mother, I can be a delight when I want to be.

"Lock her in the hold down below." Mr. Sparrow said, and my smile dropped like a ton of bricks.

Then one of the dirty sweaty men approached me, grinned and grabbed me by the arm – he was pretty big, and no matter how much I struggled it did nothing.

"What?! But I'm nice – you don't want to lock me up! This isn't fair! Hey, hold on!"

So now I'm sitting here on an old crate in a claustrophobic cell where the floor is wet – great, just great. Was that a rat that just walked over my foot? It was kind of cute to be honest…

I wasn't even bothered when it sat alongside with me on the crate. Honestly, I was glad for the company. I had been alone, stuck in this musty cell now for a whole three hours.

"Looks like its just you and me now Mr. Rat. You and me against the world." I said dramatically, to which the rat looked at me and twitched. I think he was agreeing with me.

Then I heard loud footsteps on the stairs and Mr. Rat dashed off – I didn't blame him. The same big guy that had carried me down here came back, his face as stoic and unreadable as before. Did I mention that these pirates were nothing like those Disney created? I actually felt scared – I had no idea what they were going to do with me.

I had recognized a few faces before – Gibbs, Ana Maria, Pintell and Ragetti, but no others. But that had been a movie, this was – for better or for worse – real.

"The captain has decided that we'll drop you off in the next port. We'll arrive there in two hours."

You would think that this news would make me feel relieved – surprisingly, I felt the opposite. The big guy started to leave when I realized that this was not what I wanted. I reached my arm out towards him through the bars of the cell.

"Wait! Is there any chance that I could….talk to the captain? Like, right now?"

"Okay so – I know I didn't make the best first impression before. "

"I beg to differ." Mr. Sparrow said and looked towards my chest area through hooded eyes – and I realized that while my pajamas had been wet, it had also become somewhat if not very see-through.

"If I were a little less desperate I'd hit you for eyeing me like that -"

"An impressive start to your speech but do go on."

"I might be in big trouble and I feel like me staying on this ship is the first step to fixing it."

"So what is this trouble eh? "

I was about to open my mouth and blame Massapequa again, but then I realized that i would probably have to tell him the truth.

"This will sound insane. But I have a feeling you're not unfamiliar with the term so here goes - " I took a deep breath and then said it quickly, like that would make it all better "I might be from more than 200 years into the future and I have no idea on how to get back!"

I wheezed, breathing hard. That had taken a lot of courage to admit. I waited, and then waited some more.

Then, with slow deliberate gestures, Mr. Sparrow withdrew a mysterious object from within his clothes – an apple. He bit into it slowly while not breaking eye contact – which hey, weird – and chewed as he looked at me in a pensive manner, his dark eyes glittering.

Sort of unnerving, if you ask me.

"What's in it for me?" he finally asked, to which I blinked – confused.

"Huh?"

"You have a problem and somehow expect me to help you "fix it" – but what do I get out of it?"

I fidgeted on the spot – I had not expected him to ask for something in return.

"I can….clean the deck? " I asked while Mr. Sparrow cleaned his dirty nails on his shirtsleeve, ignoring me.

"The crew does that." he answered.

"I can cook?"

"Already have a cook."

"Well what would you want me to do?" I asked, to which Mr. Sparrow did not give a verbal answer – rather he looked at me and then pointedly at my chest and lower still. Oh hell no!

I huffed and gave him a tight smile.

"Right. I see – goodbye Mr. Sparrow – it's not been nice knowing you."

"Where you going?"

"Back to my cell and my trusty rat companion who only cares about my well-being, and not my tits."