A/N: Ah the simple pleasure of a review. It makes my day all the brigher! There is one tiny hidden meaning in this chapter. It's a bit ellusive so I hope you notice it. I mostly put these tiny things in for my own enjoyment, but if you catch it I am glad. I know I've been updating ALOT... 4 chapters in 2 days... I'm a glutton for punishment I guess.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or the endearing Commodore James Norrington. I do get to own Natania, but she isn't as much fun to own. However she does get to join me in playing with James. Tomorrow we get to do makeovers!

Natania: I don't care if it's out of character, but... YAY!

James Norrington: Should I start running now?

Okay... we won't. Have to be a spoil-sport, don't you?

For as much as she had found him attractive in the movies, nothing had prepared her for standing in his presence. James Norrington's green eyes were more intense then she realized, even now. He stood straight with a powerful presence, and being just over 6 feet tall only made him more intimidating. His clothes were strange, that is to say, they weren't appropriate for this century, but somehow looked pleasant if rather uncomfortable. Natania probably couldn't even name most of the articles of clothing he wore. She felt her cheeks sting as she realized she was staring and blushing, so she quickly looked down with an emotionless mask.

James himself couldn't help but to examine her in return. Her hair was the darkest shade of brown while even still being considered such a color, falling around her face and halfway down her back in a loose, wavy, and rather immodest manner. It looked slightly messy but not unpleasant, like it was windblown. She was shorter than him, the top of her head almost reaching his shoulder. Her pale skin without a trace of freckle or blemish, and long dark lashes that hid the most enchanting brown eyes he found himself lost in. They were intense, and almost had a warm glow behind them. Thinly rimmed oval glasses framed her eyes almost perfectly, their scuffle causing them to slide and perch on her nose in a cute manner. Her clothing was quite curious, a red shirt with most of the sleeve gone and very loose black trousers covered with white skulls and was barefoot. She actually looked like a very strange pirate, in a sort of abstract way.

The two had quietly assessed one another over the course of just a few minutes, but it was enough to cause a quiet tension in the air. Both found one another intriguing and bizarre in the same instance, and yet each couldn't look the other in the eye for an extended period of time. Each felt uncomfortable, the silence of two strangers evaluating the other as well as the circumstance of their meeting. The awkward moment seemed to drag on with a gravity of its own design.

Natania pulled her hands in front of her and tented her fingers together for a moment in thought, then crossed her arms over her chest. She had to break this deafening silence. "I have to say this is all very strange for me, as I'm sure it's for you."

She bent down and picked up his sword, handing it to him as a friendly gesture. He bowed his head slightly in respect before taking it and replacing the blade in it's sheathe. Moving over to pick up the replica blade and replacing it on the wall before she continued talking to him.

"I don't know how to tell you this but I have to. This isn't Port Royal, or Jamaica at all." Natania bit her lower lip and looked him in the eye. James just clasped his hands behind his back and listened to her. "This isn't the 17th century any more… you're in the future." He only raised his eyebrows at this. "Sort of… you see... you're a fictional character. You are from a movie- a um… a moving picture sort of like a play."

She breathed out slowly and let that sink in. James couldn't believe what she had just said. He wasn't real? Of course he was! Wasn't everything that happened the past few days, everything he felt, real? Certainly unbelievable perhaps, but he was flesh and blood. He actually feel a slight swell of anger at this, being told he was no more real than Hamlet, Othello, or any other Shakespearian character.

Natania watched confusion and frustration contort on his face. She quickly dove in before she upset him. "I mean, in this world. Maybe you are real, in another world and time and in that place I'm just a character in a story. In this world," she moved her arms around for emphasis, "you are a fictional character played by an actor. Maybe somehow the line between the two worlds got blurred."

She felt very satisfied with that answer. Natania had read her share of science fiction and fantasy books before, so it seemed to come out a bit too naturally and make far too much sense for her. James seemed to accept this explanation a bit better then her previous one. It made more sense then calling him unreal. A fictional character, indeed! After a while he finally spoke up.

"Then… if this is the future, when exactly is it?"

"Er… at the cusp end of 2006."

James quickly blanched at her statement. His legs felt like they couldn't support his weight any longer and started to buckle. He reached out and grabbed the first thing he could, unwisely it was the back of a rocking chair. It leaned towards him under his touch and resulted in James fumbling forwards. Natania rushed forwards and caught him, feeling the solid weight of a grown man threatened to overwhelm her, but stood fast. Her knees started to bend under his mass, and she let out a sigh of relief when James finally pulled away. He pressed his back against the archway that led to the room they both awoke in, finally finding his voice.

"Two… Two thousand and six??" James gasped and leaned against the wall holding his chest. "That's… that's over 300 years…"

"Ohh… oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" Natania looked around and pulled the rocking chair closer to him. "Here, sit! Please sit… ohh… I knew this would be too much at once. Let me get you something to drink."

James with a great deal of collected composure sat down. It was difficult at first with his sword at his side, but he managed after a bit and held his head. Almost 350 years in the future, with everything long behind him. Everyone he ever knew was gone. Even if this was another world, he had lost anything he ever had. His position in the Royal Navy probably meant nothing now. He had no family, no friends, and no money, nothing to his name. Did England even exist anymore? And Elizabeth, beautiful Elizabeth. Even if he couldn't marry her he would never again see her face. James wanted to cry but couldn't bring himself to do it; he ached to scream but couldn't find his voice. He then noticed a pale hand holding a green clear glass of water in front of his eyes.

The young lady had brought him a glass of spectacularly clear water and held it out to him with imploring eyes. He took it slowly, feeling the icy cold wash over his fingers as he gripped it. Even her fingers that had softly brushed against his felt a little cold to the touch. She pulled the other rocking chair over to him and sat down as James started to down the cold drink.

He let out a slow sigh and stared into the glass. "2006… Well then, where on Earth am I?" James paused for a moment and turned to her as a sudden fear flashed in his mind, his mouth open not wanting to ask the next question.

Natania saw his reaction to his own words, chuckling a bit. She smiled comfortingly, quickly interrupting such a silly assumption. "Yes… yes this is still Earth. You're on the same planet. Same stars in the sky, same moon." James turned a faint shade of pink and sunk back in the chair sipping the water a bit relieved.

"As for where, you are in what you might of called the colonies. This is New York, just a bit outside of New York City."

"Ah. That gives explanation to your accent."

"Yes… but the colonies aren't under British control anymore. They haven't for over 200 years… it's a long story but all of the colonies in Northern America, except for parts of Canada, are a unified country now. Actually, many of the places that England and other countries seized control of are independent countries now like India and China. There really isn't too much land left in the world to discover now. Mostly we want to learn about the stars, the past, new technology and how it can be applied." Natania paused for a moment, catching herself. She had this terrible tendency to nearly lecture at times, as well as over analyze things. She really hated dominating a conversation, and was always scared of boring someone she spoke to. When she confused them was the worse of all things, and with poor James being over 300 years behind on current events, this would pose a problem. "It's… a lot to go over. Are you feeling better?"

James had been, in fact, listening to her, and was startled by her question. He was finding her voice quite pleasant and relaxing. In fact, he realized suddenly that he felt very comfortable listening to her and had his strange predicament had slipped from his mind momentarily.

"It… it is a great deal to take in." was all he could mummer back, drawing a long sip from the glass almost guiltily.

Natania looked down, feeling responsible in some way. She knew this wasn't her fault for him being here, but she always felt strongly compelled to help those in need. It was a compulsion that led her into being taken advantage of at times, but even after everything she had gone through in life she still felt that same urge. In a way, he did appear after she watched the movie. Sure, she watched it a lot before and never had something like this happen. Was she wearing down her DVD?

"I'll help you."

James looked up from the glass wearily. He was not fully certain he heard her right. She looked earnest, but was only a young lady that he would not allow to be dragged into such a strange occurrence. "I would be grateful for any assistance," this was certainly true since he had no clue as what to do, "but I would not wish to inconvenience you Miss…"

'Oh that's right… I never told him my name.' she thought slowly, then looked up with a slight smile. "I'm Natania Raphael. Please don't call me Miss… it feels too strange. Just Natania is fine, or Tania."

James placed the glass down on the piano and got to his feet. 'Though strange as things were, propriety should not be overlooked', he reasoned. She followed suit with a curious look on her face. He then graciously bowed to her, something Natania was not very familiar with.

"Thank you, Natania, for such a generous offer."

It actually made her feel a bit giddy and being shown such a simple yet mannerly gesture. Men never bowed to her before, except perhaps as more a mocking manner. Biting back a giggle she responded by pinching the corners of her loose pants, crossed her left leg far behind her right and curtsied just as she had seen in movies.

"It would be my pleasure, Commodore." Natania couldn't contain a light chuckle.

As she straightened up with a warm grin, it quickly disappeared when a strange whine came from her stomach. She hadn't really eaten yesterday and her hunger was starting to catch up. Natania's face flushed a bit, and James' lips curled slightly into a faint smile.

"Uh… why don't we eat something first. I'm sure crossing dimensional barriers can leave anyone famished." She pointed with her thumb over her shoulder towards the kitchen.

A/N: Oh Natania, your witty banter delights me so. Yes I know we already passed 2006, but I had this story in my mind close to when this story takes place. I guess that balances the world out, right? Reviews are electronic bundles of love! Just like babies, with none of the mess, noise, or growing up and leaving you forever! Man... I'm too young to think like that. Please review... even if it's just to say "Hey, this was nice." While I know each review doesn't equal the number of people reading, it does give me a better idea of if people are actually reading the product of my crazy- er... creative mind.