Megan had all the ingredients gathered and was about to begin cooking and noticed that it was rather quiet. Too quiet.

"Guys?" she asked tentatively, peeking around the corner. She could only see Elizabeth and Norrington from where she was at, and they both looked absolutely shocked. Perhaps they had come across a porn channel? She walked briskly around the corner and promptly dropped the packet of gravy she had been holding. The person sitting in the middle of the living room floor turned their head her way, their right eye shortly following their gaze. Megan stood blinking at him for a moment as the others were doing. Then her eyes widened with sudden realization and she let out a very loud, very uncharacteristic squeal.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"OHMYGAWD! GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE! GET AWAY! GET AWAAAAAAY!" Tawny grabbed random items from her bedside table and started throwing them at the person in her bed room. Said person was slowly advancing on her, giving her a filthy-mouthed grin as all the items failed to hit him.

"'Ello, poppet." Tawny stopped and stared.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…?"

"Oh, HELL NO, you did not just time travel into my room! Of all people! I could've had Will, but no! YOU! I probably wouldn't have even minded Barbossa!" ranted Tawny. The man stopped in his tracks, looking confused.

"Wot?"

"Don't tell me that guy with the eye is here, too!"

"Who, Ragetti? 'Ave you seen 'im?" Tawny blinked and then grabbed her phone and hit speed dial for Megan's house.

"This is not cool," she muttered.

The phone rang and this time even Megan jumped. She practically ran to answer it.

"Hello? Tawny? Oh God, you don't wanna know who just showed up at my house!" There was a short pause. "You've got Pintel? Well, I've got Ragetti! You know, the one with the eye." There was another pause. "What?! You're bringing him HERE?! Tawny?...Hello?...Oh, that's just great!" Megan slammed down the phone and plopped down into a recliner with her hands over her eyes. Elizabeth stood and went to console the younger girl. Megan felt tears stinging her eyes but she refused to let them go. The men watched awkwardly from the couch while glancing between them and the television.

"This is too much. Something like this happens and Tawny has to dump it all on me!" A bubbling sound came from the kitchen and Megan sprung up, nearly knocking Elizabeth off of her feet. "Oh, crap! I'm burning supper!" She raced into the kitchen with Elizabeth on her heels. Together they managed to salvage most of the concoction that had been boiling over in its pot and then started dipping the chicken in the batter for it to be fried. They could hear the men in the next room talking in awed voices about the show that was on the television. The doorbell rang thirty minutes later and Megan ran to get it.

"'Ello, poppet!" Pintel stood on her doorstep smirking and she saw Tawny trying to hide in the shadows, also smirking.

"Ha ha. Come in, I've got dinner cooking." Pintel and Tawny followed her through the door. They left Pintel to sit in the living room with Ragetti and the others and went into the kitchen where Elizabeth was stirring the gravy.

"Is this what you have for dinner every time your parents are away? If so, I've gotta come over more often!" said Tawny, lifting the lid off a pot to check its contents.

"No, I'm doing this because we've got to feed everyone. I don't think they would appreciate peanut butter jelly sandwiches for dinner." Promptly after that was said, the two modern girls broke out into giggles. Elizabeth looked at them curiously.

"Sorry, inside joke. It's a long story. It involves the peanut butter jelly dance," explained Tawny. Elizabeth just blinked, so Tawny shrugged and started explaining the whole thing. While the two were talking, Megan went into the pantry to gather the serving dishes to put the food in. A shadow fell across her and she looked up to see Jack leaning against the doorway. She started to speak but he took a step into the tiny pantry, decreasing the space between them. They stood there for a moment just looking at each other.

"I'm still waitin' for my peanuts, love," he said. Megan snapped out of her little reverie.

"Oh," she said. "Sorry." She grabbed a can of Planters peanuts off of the shelf and handed it to him, blushing. "Dinner should be ready, by the way. Could you tell the others?"

"Sure, darling." Jack gave her a grin before swaggering out of the pantry. Megan stood there for a minute grinning stupidly and then returned to her duty of putting the food into the serving trays.

All three girls helped set the table. Norrington and Beckett were already seated at the table, but Pintel, Ragetti and Jack insisted that they wanted to continue watching television, so Megan set their plates on the coffee table in front of them. The remaining five sat at the table, and soon they made conversation. Norrington had a lot of questions about various objects around the room from the cats' scratching post to Megan's high school graduation photo. Beckett asked rather boring questions about United States economy and became annoyed when Megan moved her hand like a talking mouth, saying, "This is what you are doing. This is what I want you to do," as she closed her fingers together. Elizabeth talked with Tawny about modern society and asked the differences between now and the past. Tawny looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself. After Megan's comment, Beckett turned up his nose and relocated himself to the rocking chair to watch TV, leaving Megan to talk to Norrington. By the end of the conversation, she felt as if she were a search engine considering how many questions she had answered. She sighed when he caught sight of her laptop and eagerly began asking questions.

"What are all these pictures for?" asked Norrington, playing with the laptop's mouse pad and making the cursor whiz across the screen. Megan had opened up her My Documents folder for demonstration since it had the most versatile content.

"Well, the ones that look like paper with the W on it are called Word documents, and it's like writing on paper, except you have to push the letter buttons and it shows up on the screen." Megan pulled up an empty Word document and then proceeded to teach him how to type. "Now try typing your name. Remember, the Shift key capitalizes and this long one is for spaces." Norrington slowly typed out the letters, having to search for the letters on the keyboard.

"It would be much easier if these were in order," he muttered. "What do you have written on the other ones?" Megan turned red and slowly clicked back to the My Documents folder.

"They're stories that I write," she said, stammering. "They're mostly based around books or movies that I see. People call it fan fiction writing."

"Do you have your work published?" asked Norrington.

"I do have some stories posted on a website, but they're not famous or anything. I just do it for fun."

"May I read one of these?" Megan looked stunned.

"You actually want to read my stories?" He nodded, looking interested.

"Um…okay. Well…this one was based around a TV show that I watch a lot. The show's called CSI and it's basically about people that help solve crimes by focusing on the evidence left at the crime scene. And…in this story an original character comes to work with the other characters. It's not finished, but I think it's the best one that I've got, so that's the one I'll show you." She opened the document and awkwardly stood to the side as he read it. Megan had never really been comfortable letting people read her work as she was present. As it was, Norrington had at least two or three chapters to read, so she set about clearing off the table.

Meanwhile, Jack, Pintel, Ragetti and Beckett were watching an infomercial about scooter chairs for the elderly.

"I want one of those. You wouldn't 'ave to walk," said Pintel. "You'd just…roll."

"I want to know how those work," said Ragetti. "How are they moving it? They don't seem to be moving a muscle."

"What I want to know," said Jack. "Is how you ended up with the remote, thus dooming the rest of us to watch old hags roll around like lazy bastards when we could be watching something more interesting, like that girl that was washing a car and eating a sandwich at the same time." All of them wolf-whistled in remembrance.

"I say that you give me the remote and we search for something more interesting," said Beckett.

"Aye," said Jack. "Except that I'll have the remote. You might come across something about the history of the East India Trading Company and we'd all be doomed to hell." Beckett glared and crossed his arms. Soon enough with Jack's navigation with the remote control, they had come across a beauty pageant and lucky for the men, the contestants were modeling swimsuits.

"This is the day when you will all graciously thank Captain Jack Sparrow," uttered Jack as they all gawked at the screen.

"You mean women in this century are allowed to wear that?" asked Elizabeth, her eyes widening at the sight of the women in bikinis. Norrington peeked over the top of the laptop in curiosity. His eyes widened and he disappeared back behind the laptop so that all that anyone could see was his reddened forehead.

"Yeah, but it's only for at the beach or around water. I have a swimsuit like that, but I wear a little wrap around cover with it, because my butt's too big," said Tawny. Elizabeth reddened and Tawny tried not to laugh. "It's okay though. No one's going to ask you to strip here."

Tawny cringed and mentally slapped herself for putting emphasis on the word "here." She grinned and turned the conversation to a more comfortable subject for Elizabeth.

"I enjoyed reading your story. That Hodges seems like a very cross man," said Norrington coming to stand beside Megan as she washed dishes. She blushed deeply and put on a shy grin.

"He is at times. I…I plan on having him meet his match with Primavera," she said quietly. "Although…I haven't found enough inspiration to continue writing at the moment."

"Why not?"

"I had been preoccupied with too many things. Stress from school. It was my last year." She rearranged silverware on the drying rack in order to do something with her hands. "I'm trying not to appear completely useless around the house."

"How do you mean?" Norrington frowned. "You seem perfectly capable of running a household."

"This isn't my house, though. I'm still living with my parents," said Megan. "They're gone for a week to vacation at the coast." They both jumped as a crash of thunder sounded loudly outside. The lights flickered and then everything was silent.

"NOOOO!" Megan dashed into the living room with Norrington on her heels.

"What happened?" she asked frantically. The room was pitch-black.

"The TV shut off while they were watching swimsuit models," said Tawny from her place at the table.

"Oh." Megan blindly waved that off, whacking Norrington in the process. "Sorry. Um…well, I'm gonna look for a flashlight." She set off in the direction she thought was the kitchen but ended up tripping on her slippers and falling over the armchair into Beckett's lap. Both let out a yell and a thud was heard as Beckett deposited Megan onto the floor. Megan cursed and rubbed her butt as she got up from the floor.

"This is going to be a long night."