Something was wrong. Jack could tell from the pure whiteness emitting off from the room he was at. He sat up and groaned from the pain. He was disorientated from those strange dreams he kept having, but if more came he was going to blame it on the rum which is really unfortunate.

"Mr. Gibbs?" Jack rasped out. His throat felt dry and coarse. The room was spinning and he hadn't even moved a muscle. He tried to swallow down this sense of nausea, "Bugger. I must be dead."

His still kohl-lined eyes surveyed his surroundings. He was in a white room all to himself. It was strange this place. He's never been in a place like this and the stuff looked foreign and strangely seemed to be not of his world. For one the bed was made of some sort of good metal and not of wood or those thin iron beds. The sheets were less coarse than the ones he had slept on at Tortuga. The floor wasn't even covered in straw and dirt. From the smell of things, the air smelt somewhat cleaner, but in an unpleasant sort of way. What unnerved him the most wasn't the fact that he was stark naked saved for the thin sheet acting as some sort of dress covering or that he was slightly hygienic, it was because it was completely white. He preferred the dank, salted brown and barnacled wood.

He was glad to find that he was still in one piece, but his wounds have healed without a mark. He was positive he was going to die, especially after that small brawl with that red head. But here he is, almost as whole as Captain Jack Sparrow can be. Unless he somehow managed to turn back time or maybe he really was dead. No one was around him or checked up on him, if they cared.

Upon further investigation of the room, he found his effects and clothing in a box under his bed. He quickly traded his white gown for his dirty clothes. He finished placing his bandana carefully over his forehead and decided to casually walk out the door as Captain Jack Sparrow could with an air as if he owned the place, wherever and whatever this place is.

To his surprise, he found it actually worked, but was confronted with an entirely new and different world. There were people wearing those strange robes in the strangest of colours and designs. He seemed almost out of place here. He hunched his back a little, pulled his jacket closer to him, kept his unique walk, and made sure that his hat was covering most of his face. There hopefully no one will notice him with all this mayhem happening.

"So I've very pleased to let you know that you two are not carrying anything that would threaten the future, but we will need you to take half a goblet full of this potion once a night for seven days," an elderly man in a white robe told the young couple.

"What's it for?" Elizabeth asked taking three of the potion bottles and eyed them cautiously.

"Since you are a few centuries behind, there are some immunities, resistances if you will, that people in your day did not have. This is to prevent either of you from becoming sick or dead. Good day, I must check on how Mr. Potter is doing."

"How is Jack doing?" Will asked still apt in thinking that these people have the wrong man.

"Potter-Sparrow? He is supposed to be resting now. We've got him stabilized and treated most of the diseases and lice he had. We couldn't heal the wound on his right cheek and we're not sure if he is suffering from several diseases from this century or yours. Though we did have a problem cleaning him with the cleaning spell. It's strange really. You say he's been without any medical treatment for weeks now?" the doctor asked.

"Yes. That is what he and Mister Gibbs said," Will said. He was a little confused as to why the doctor is bringing that up. Sure, Jack should have died, but it looks like the old pirate still has a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Marvelous," the doctor said in an afterthought to Will's answer. "Bullet wounds such as his would have killed a man within minutes. But how he managed to live that long with an uninfected gunshot wound to the stomach and was fully functional, is just…simply a medical mystery."

"I'm sure…it is," Will said giving the wizard doctor an odd look. Will started to steer Elizabeth away from the doctor treating Jack.

"Before I forget…" the doctor called out to them. "Miss Swann, we were highly concerned for the wellbeing of your status in being pregnant –"

"Pregnant?" Will echoed his voice high and tight. He had disbelief coursing through him. He looked between Elizabeth and the wizard doctor. "Pregnant?"

"- But that potion will work fine with your child. Should do more help than harm. So congratulations."

"You're pregnant?" Will asked in disbelief. His eyes looked everywhere but her and hesitantly asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Will. You're going to be a father. That is what I was going to tell you the other day, well centuries…"

Will swallowed hard and thought. He was stuck in the future and now he was starting a family in an unknown world. There were things here that he had never imagined or heard of back home and he never thought of being so immersed in magic if it weren't for a certain pirate captain. But here he was acting irrational and he was probably scaring the love of his life.

"Will?" Elizabeth asked tentatively. She had noticed that her still fiancée was lost deep in thought by the way he just stared intently at the strange floor.

'You've done it Will. You're going to scare Elizabeth off. She's probably thinking you don't want the baby,' Will thought to himself. He looked up and grinned, "This is great news! We should tell –"

Elizabeth noticed Will stop. She hugged him close to her to reassure him that she was still there. "It's okay. We have each other, like Mary and Joseph. I won't ever leave you Will."

Will hugged her back, but he was much gentler than usual fearing that he might harm her and the baby. That made Elizabeth hold onto him more tightly.

"HE'S GONE! Alert the security! The Aurors! Someone!" the doctor yelled coming out of Jack's hospital room.

Jack wandered threaded through the people and endless hallways. He was almost tempted to just bolt out, but that would draw attention to him. He grabbed one of the white robes hanging on a chair and quickly threw it over himself. He swiped his hat off his head and tried to look halfway decent.

"Oi! Where be the exit?" he asked a young man passing by.

"Did you get hit over your head or something, Doc? Just go down two flights and you're out of here. Mind the imps and doxies though. Someone named Lockhart accidentally stumbled through and the whole crate full of 'em escaped. In case you're still confounded, I wouldn't use the elevators if I were you. Some managed to get around it and started kicking the sides, making it rock dangerously. Stairs are that away," the young man finally paused to point to the direction he just came from and took a good look at the doctor. "Aren't you –"

"About to get mauled by that said creature?" Jack said quickly and ducked.

The young man saw Jack and naturally ducked. Jack ran past him and opened the door towards the stairs before the young man noticed that Jack tricked him.

Jack grinned to himself feeling the rush of running again. Freedom was within his grasp and it was so easy! He noticed some weird creatures and assumed that they were the imps and doxies. He would not want to mess with them from the havoc they were creating. He ran past the screaming people and the laughing creatures and ran one more flight of stairs. Jack busted through the doors and some people had half mind to turn his way and look. The room was large and there were people everywhere. There was a plump, blonde haired woman at a desk not to far from him that read "Reception". Before he could run off again, someone yelled.

"Doctor!"

Jack mentally groaned. He forgot to ditch the robe. "What can I be doin' for ye missy?"

"This man," a young timid medi-nurse pointed at the man in the chair not too far from them. He looked awfully terrible and Jack tried to hide the grimace. "What sort of animal bite would you say that is?"

"I'd have to say he has the scurvy. Now go tend!" Jack said merrily and gave her a slight push before running off. She wasn't expecting that and was quite surprised as she stumbled over.

Jack had ran through the doors and emerged from the now dirty looking, red bricked building. He did a double take. Apparently they don't clean the outside as well as they thought…

Jack took in the strange surroundings and noticed that he was far away from home. The air had a sort of dirty feel to it and everything was harder from the strange ground to the buildings that reached to the heavens. He shook his head and threw away the white robe.

Once again, his eyes surveyed the landscape. It was very…strange. He admired the tall buildings as he walked, but he felt a sudden depression hit him by the graying clouds. He wasn't watching where he was going and he was almost struck by this metal moving rectangle and the strangest, annoying sound came from it when he came in front of its path. It sounded nothing like cannon fire.

"Oi! Get out of me bloody way!" There was a person inside it! An angry person…

Jack stumbled backwards where he backed way quickly until he felt something solid behind him and grew alarmed as another annoying sound came from another one of those metal carriages. He ran a hand against the cold metal and found a handle. Was it to open it? Curious, Jack tried to open the door connected to the handle, but once again, a different sound issued from the car at a much louder interval from the previous.

"You there! What do you think you're doing? It's a crime to carjack!" an oddly dressed official came towards him.

Jack backed away from the line of cars and the imposing official. He did not want to get arrested so soon after escaping.

"I was just admiring this ship…thing," Jack said still backing away. He noticed that a small crowd was forming and it he had to, he would run towards them and hope to loose the official from there.

"Hold it right there. Don't move or I will shoot," the official said bringing out a strange pistol. This one was much more bulky, but shiny that the one strapped to Jack's waist.

"Wait!" an unfamiliar feminine French accent voice called out. Jack looked towards where the voice had came from and saw a particular beautiful slender lady with her brown-blonde hair held on top of her head. There was a strange dark bifocal on her head as well.

"Step away, miss," the official said.

"Non! He iz my friend!" She said boldly stepping in between the pirate and the official.

Jack took his time smelling the flower fragrant in her hair and all the skin she showed. He grinned like a cat who had just caught a mouse. "I don't think we have met before."

"We have not," she whispered while looking straight ahead.

"Miss…This man, your "friend", had tried to carjack that here car."

"C'est a mistake. My car looks identical to that," she lied.

"Hmm?" Jack hummed as he breathed in her clean scent. She was obviously wealthy enough to bathe more frequently than anyone else he has ever met.

"Why don't you tell that to the judge?" the official said.

The official started to walk slowly towards them, but as soon as the he lowered his weapon, Jack quickly grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled her forward with him.

"Run," was all Jack said as a warning before he started to half drag her surprised that he was even bringing her with him.

They ran as fast as they could past the civilians and Jack forcibly pushed the official aside and yelled out an apology before they rounded the corner and the official disappeared from view.

They didn't stop running until she jerked her hand away from him.

"Something the matter, love?" Jack heaved heavily. It felt good to run after such a long time in confinement on the ship and Port Royal though he did feel a little dizzy just standing there.

"You're out of shape," she said between breaths.

"Not the only one," Jack said and straightened himself. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of knowing your name, love."

"Vanessa," was all she said. Her eyes darted back and forth.

"Vanessa of?" Jack supplied and slowly inched his way back towards her side.

"Vanessa of France? I do not know what it is you want me to say, Mister?" He noted that her accent became more pronounced when she was frustrated.

"Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack said and waited for her reaction.

"Well, Captain, it is a very strange encounter. I 'ave no doubt that the press will get wind of this," Vanessa said sighing heavily and pressed a hand to her forehead.

"The Press?" Jack asked inquisitively and looked at her curiously. Were they some sort of pirate gang or countrymen?

"Oui…Yes," was all she said. "I don't feel like explaining now. So Captain, why are you so far away from your ship?"

"I'm not sure why either, to be perfectible honest with you. Being chased by those redheads is no fun. Neither is almost dying…again and again."

"I 'ave always thought it would be interesting to meet a pirate," she says smiling. "I did not think that all of them would ve wearing eye patches, 'ave gold teeth, or have a parrot."

Jack grinned at her, showing her the gold caps in his teeth. "Aye, but not all pirates are like me, love. Though I did befriend a monkey at one point. He is…was very good at cards and taking –"

"Aztec gold?" Vanessa finished.

Jack eyed her carefully. He didn't think that many people believed his story back on Tortuga when he had more than enough to drink. "Aye. Do I know you?"

"No, but everyone knows the story of 'Captain Jack Sparrow'. As a street performer, you pulled the act nicely though I don't know what you were doing with that car there."

"How does everyone know Captain Jack Sparrow?" Jack asked confused. He let the idea of him being a 'street performer' run through her head for now.

"I am very familiar with "The Captain Logs of Captain Jack Sparrow" which his quartermaster, Joss Gibbs found in honor of his captain who so disappeared from Port Royal.

Jack is somewhat enraged and confused. Gibbs knows better than to go through his personal belongings, especially the, "Captain Logs?"

"That's what their titled "The Captain Logs". It is categorized as fiction though for the past two or three hundred years. It seemed that this Sparrow, sorry you, have been through a lot. It is very much like the Harry Potter series that's written by a woman named Rowlings and co-written by "Harry Potter" himself. Here they still sell the book after all these years! Do you want to see?" Vanessa explains.

"I would –" Jack noticed the small metal ships and strange lights emitting from the top. He grimaced from the sound. "-but it is time to leave, love."

"Come. I know where we can go. I doubt you know where you are going. But first we must get you new clothes," Vanessa said uncertainly eyeing the dark rusted stains that encrusted his shirt and vest. This time it was her who dragged him after her.