Anna woke up to the steady rocking of a ship. Her head ached and her whole body was sore, but the worst part was that she couldn't remember anything about the night before. Sitting up, she realized she also had no clue where she was, besides being on a ship of course.
"Terrific." She mumbled. She didn't know why she wasn't more scared and figured it just hasn't hit her yet. Deciding the only way to find out where in the world she was, was to get up, she groggily rubbed her face and felt around to see if there was a lamp anywhere. Finding none, she put her hands out in front of her and carefully got out of bed.
The floor was wood, and from what she felt, so was the wall. Anna ran a hand along the wall in search of a light switch, coming up empty again.
"Where in the heck am I?" She asked the air, the severity of the situation catching up with her. She started to panic and scenarios ran through her mind, most prominent was that this was all a dream or that she'd been drugged and kidnapped. Lost in her thoughts, Anna didn't notice she didn't have her hand on the wall anymore and was walking straight towards a desk.
With a loud thud that echoed through the room, she ran into it and fell to the floor. A grunt came from the bed and the sound of rustling sheets.
"Huh? Who's there?" A slurred, and very familiar, voice asked.
"I'm sorry, I…I don't know where I am…I." Anna stuttered, not sure what this man would do when he realized a strange woman was in his bedroom. That voice. She thought, it was so familiar.
"Hold on luv," The voice said. Luv? Anna was trying to get her head around that word when the room suddenly flooded with light and the owner of the voice was revealed.
"Oh my god!" She yelled. Sitting in front of her in a mess of tangled sheets was Captain Jack Sparrow, looking slightly dazed and drunk.
"What?" He asked, looking around the room to see the cause of her outburst. The beads in his hair clinked together as he his eyes came to rest on her.
"I'm no stranger to finding women in my bed and not remembering who they are," Jack started, "But that's usually when we're in port, and since we haven't docked in almost a week luv, I'm slightly worried." Anna opened and closed her mouth, having the effect of a fish out of water, as she looked on a fictional man who should not be sitting five feet away from her.
"Who are you?" Jack persisted, getting up. Anna watched as he picked up various pieces of clothing from around the room, and that's when she realized he wasn't wearing anything besides a pair of pants.
"Well?" He asked again. Anna shook her head to try and clear it.
"Ah, Anna Myers." She told him.
"Anna isn't your full name." He commented as he came up to her.
"What?" This day just kept getting weirder.
"What's your full name lass?" He asked again as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Anna was thoroughly confused, but decided to humor him, it was the only thing she could think to do.
"Um, Annabelle. Annabelle Katherine Myers." She said, giving him her full name.
"See," He said grinning and showing many gold teeth. "Doesn't that sound better?" Anna nodded as he pulled his shirt over his head. He adjusted the sleeves and she noticed the pirate brand and the sparrow tattoo on his right arm.
"Wait, what am I doing, you're Jack Sparrow!" She yelled.
"Captain luv, Captain Jack Sparrow." He informed her, slightly annoyed, and then noticed the sword hanging her waist.
"Nice sword." He told her.
"Huh?" She looked at where he was pointing and suddenly the memories of the day before flashed through her mind. The ride turning on, the salt water, her bag slowing her down, and finally, falling of the catwalk. Anna felt dizzy and she started to faint. Jack quickly reached out and caught her before she fell, one again, onto the floor.
"Another one that faints." He mumbled to himself, thank full that at least this one didn't fall of a cliff. He slipped an arm under her legs and carried her over to the bed. Anna woke up a few minutes later.
"What a weird dream." She told herself, thinking she was alone.
"What about?" Jack asked from his place at the desk. Anna sat up quickly and sighed.
"Nothing." She said. She noticed a brown strap sticking out from under the bad and reached down to grab it.
"My purse!" Anna cried when her oversized bag came into view.
"Interesting." Jack stated. "Speaking of that luv, your attire is rather unusual." He nodded at her jeans and tank top. "And revealing." Anna laughed dryly.
"Yah, it would be to you." She said. Jack frowned, not understanding, and stood up.
"Well, whatever the reason, if you are to stay on this ship, you must work. I do not have any spare clothes and unless you have any in that bag of yours-unlikely- you will be in need of some." He walked to the door and opened it.
"Mr. Cotton!" He yelled. Anna stared disbelieving as Mr. Cotton walked over to his Captain, that stupid parrot squawking on his shoulder. "Would you please find Miss. Annabelle a suitable pair of breeches and a shirt?" Mr. Cotton nodded and disappeared down the stairs.
"Now, after you have dressed, please come out and I'll give you some job to do." He told her and flashed a grin before walking out the door.
Anna just stared dumbly at the closed door. This could not be happening. It was impossible. She absolutely, 100, could not be in Pirates of the Caribbean. Anna just kept running the facts through her mind. Jack Sparrow had just been in the same room with her, and she had seen Mr. Cotton and his parrot. Maybe somehow it could be true…
"Oh get a grip Anna!" She yelled, annoyed she actually believed this illusion. A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts.
"Yes…who is it." She called.
"Walk the plank…Braaaak…Walk the plank!" A harsh non-human voice squawked from outside.
"That's got to be Mr. Cotton." She said with a smirk. She opened the door and politely took the clothing the older man gave her. She thanked him and laid them out on the bed. There was a pair of tan 'breeches' and a white shirt. They seemed to have seen plenty of wear and tear and looked familiar.
"This looks like the outfit Will wore in the movie." She whispered. Then she noticed a light brown vest crumpled in a ball, she picked it up and read what was stitched into the collar. Will Turner "It is Will's."
"How do you know Will?" A voice asked from the doorway.
"Jack, I could have been changing!" Anna warned.
"But you weren't. Anyway, back to my question." Jack nodded towards the clothing on the bed.
"Uh, how much did you hear of what I was saying?" She asked warily. Hopefully nothing about the movie.
"When you said 'it is Wills'." He told her. She smiled relieved.
"Um, I just read it on his vest."
"Yes well, I stole them when he left them in his room, I figured someone might need them. Apparently I was right." He smiled and turned to leave.
"Why did you come in here?" Anna asked. Jack frowned and put a finger on his chin.
"Oh yes, I found a job for you to do."
