A/N: Well, I hope there are people out there reading this. Remember, it's my first Pirate fan fiction so any response would be a big help.

Reminder: The pirates don't belong to me. Neither does Johnny Depp and I wish that were not true. LOL Sorry… now, on with the story.

Chapter Two

On Board the Black Pearl

Sammi groaned again as the throbbing in her head had somehow worsened. It was then she realized she was lying on a bed. She tentatively opened her eyes but with her huge migraine, even the soft light in the room was too much to bear. Sammi quickly closed her eyes and moaned. "What is going on?"

"Ah, yer up then?" a male voice drifted through the blackness in her mind.

"My head," was all Sammi could mutter.

"Bumped it back on land, Miss. Knocked yerself out." Sammi heard movement and a clinking of glass. She cautiously opened one eye and saw a glass sitting on a table next to her. "Here… drink this. Twill help yer head."

Sammi raised the glass to her lips and drank. As the liquid touched her tongue, she spat it back out. "Ugh! What was that?"

"Rum," the man said. "I smelled it on yer breath and thought it might help ye."

"I don't drink," she replied. Sammi looked towards the man and noticed that one of his eyes didn't look right. She quickly turned away because she was taught to never stare. "Um, where am I?" She asked trying to change the subject.

"Ye be on board the Black Pearl."

"What is the Black Pearl?"

"Ye never heard of the Pearl?"

"Uh… no."

"Well, the Pearl be the fastest ship in any ocean."

"Ship? And may I ask what your name is?"

"Ragetti… at yer service."

Sammi put a hand on her head. "Ragetti, why am I on a ship?"

"Well… we couldn't leave ye marooned on that island in only yer… um… under britches," he stated, not looking at her.

"My what?" she asked in confusion.

"Ya heard me. The cap'n will be wantin' to see ya. There be something for ya ta wear in that closet." Ragetti quickly left the room and closed the door.

Sammi stood up and was immediately thrown back upon the bed by a rocking motion. "Am I really on a ship?" She thought to herself. Grabbing hold of any object available, she made her way over to the closet. When she opened the doors, all she saw were fancy old-looking dresses… with lots of lace. "No way. I am not wearing any of these. Besides… this is probably my birthday party. That would explain the pirate. My friends know I like pirates." Sammi tied her wrap around tighter and headed for the door. "As soon as I leave this room, they'll all yell surprise and we'll have fun."

Sammi left the room and to her surprise, she found herself standing on the deck of a very old and worn ship. Its sails were black and the Jolly Roger flapped in the wind. There were men everywhere: some were washing the deck and others were pulling ropes. "They went all out for this party. Where are they?" She thought. Sammi looked around but she couldn't spot any of her friends.

"Ah, there ye are," Ragetti said, then he quickly turned away. "Yer not dressed! Did they not fit?"

"I am not wearing any of those dresses. I'm fine with what I have on," Sammi replied.

"If that be the case, I hope yer carrying a weapon on you… thought I highly doubt it," came a deep male voice.

"All hands on deck!" yelled another and everyone stopped what they were doing and hurried into a line.

Sammi looked up towards the helm of the ship. There stood a man with long black hair: some in dreads and beans woven throughout. His dark eyes were lined in black. His outfit screamed pirate as he swaggered down the stairs. He walked over to the man who yelled and they held a hushed conversation.

"I must be dreaming," Sammi thought as she hugged herself against the chilly sea air. "Or I hit my head harder than I thought and I'm still out cold." The newest man sauntered over to her and stared. To Sammi it seemed as though he was leering at her… trying to size her up.

"She's but a wee thing," the man said after a while.

"Excuse me?" Sammi said.

"Ragetti."

"Aye, Sir?"

"Why is she not dressed? Didn't I say to make sure she was dressed?"

"She refuses, Sir."

"I see…" The man started back towards the helm. "As you were, mates."

Everyone went back to where they were, careful not to look at Sammi. She looked at the helm and saw him take a rope off the wheel and held on. Sammi looked back to Ragetti. "Who was that?" she asked.

"That be the captn."

"The captain of this ship?"

"Aye, Captn Jack Sparrow. The greatest captn to ever sail under the black flag."

"Ok. But I thought you said he wanted to see me."

"Aye. When he says so."

"Ragetti, take our newest charge back to her room," Jack said. "And this time, make sure she puts something on. I won't be held responsible for the actions of me men."

"Aye, aye, Sir." Ragetti started to walk away and Sammi had to nearly run to catch up. As they entered the room, Ragetti went right over to the closet.

"Ragetti, please look at me." The pirate just shook his head. "Ragetti… I'm scared."

This statement made him turn around. "Then put some clothes on."

"I don't know where I am. I don't know what has happened. And I don't know where my friends are." Sammi wrapped her arms around herself again, trying desperately not to cry.

Ragetti looked at her in sympathy. "Please, Miss… don't cry."

Sammi took a deep breath to steady her nerves. "Am I safe?" She could hear him sigh and that made her even more scared.

Just then the door opened. "Ragetti, is the poppet ready?"

Sammi turned and saw the man that was with Ragetti back on the island. "Not yet, Pintel."

"Well… why not? The captn doesn't like to be kept waiting." Pintel grabbed a dress out of the closet and threw it at Ragetti. "Get her dressed or it'll be you wearin' it as ye swab the deck. Captn's orders." He leered at Sammi and walked out of the room.

"I must be dreaming," Sammi said aloud to herself. "This can't be happening."

Ragetti held out the dress to her. "Please, Miss. It's best not to upset the captn."

Sammi started to feel bad for this man as she took the dress from his trembling hands. She noticed his eye rolling around crazily and she looked away. She heard him leave the room and she sighed as the door closed. She slid the dress over her bikini and it fit perfectly. She laced up the front and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked like the women on the covers of her favorite romance novels. But years of aerobics meant she didn't have to wear a corset. Sammi found some shoes to match and smiled. "Now I know I'm dreaming," she thought. "Otherwise, nothing would fit."

But if she was dreaming, why didn't her pirate captain look like the books? He was unshaven, his clothes were worn, his hair was matted, and his breath smelled like alcohol. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she walked out of the room… preparing herself for the meeting.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Can't wait to see how the meeting with the sexiest pirate goes. Stay tuned. Sorry, there's no sex in this chapter. There may be a dream in the next… I'm not sure where my muse will go. Thanks for reading and please… respond.