Welp, here's the second chapter. I really hope I did ok with keeping the characters...in character. I apologize if any of the main characters act too ooc.
I was awoken by hushed whispers. I furrowed my brow and opened my eyes. My vision was blurry at first and I could just make out three men standing several feet away. I blinked several times to clear my vision and frowned in confusion at what I saw. Two of the men looked strikingly familiar. I felt like I was in some kind of Colonial reproduction. The first man was older, a long, grey powdered wig on his head indicating his high status. He was dressed finely in a light blue frock coat decorated with lace trimmings and a patterned green waistcoat. The second man I deemed was military. He sported the typical 18th century naval uniform of white pants and waistcoat topped with a blue frock coat. A belt around his waist held a sword. I didn't recognize the third man, but he wasn't dressed as finely as the other two. I shifted slightly on the bed I was laying on and the noise alerted the three men to my presence. They stopped talking and turned to me.
"Good, you're awake," the man I didn't recognize said, smiling gently. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine, I suppose," I replied. He must be a doctor, I guessed. I was surprised by his accent. While America was a melting pot of cultures and nationalities, I didn't usually come into contact with British back home. "Where am I?"
"You're in my mansion," the older man supplied. "I'm Governor Weatherby Swann." I just barely stopped my jaw from hitting the floor. He couldn't be. There was no way, I must be dreaming. I suddenly realized I had been staring and quickly turned my gaze to look around the room.
"How did I get here?"
"My men found you floating near the docks," the navy man answered, stepping forward. "Captain Norrington, my lady." I stiffened and my eyes widened a fraction at the name. "Do you have any idea how you came to be here?"
"I -" I started to say, but I cut myself off. What should I tell them? It couldn't be a coincidence that these two men shared names with characters from one of my favorite movies. I couldn't exactly tell them I came from a world where they were all characters in a movie. I had no idea how I had gotten here, so I decided my best bet would be to play amnesiac victim. "I don't know. I-I can't remember anything."
"Well, let's start with what you can remember," the doctor suggested. "Can you remember your name."
I nodded. "Abigail Brooks."
"And how old are you?"
"Is there anything else you can remember?" I thought for a moment, trying to think of what I could risk telling them. Telling them I was from another world was out, I would be chucked in a madhouse before I could say ahoy. My eyes suddenly widened as I remembered what happened before I woke up here.
"Evie!" I gasped.
"I beg your pardon?" The doctor asked, surprised at my outburst.
"I was with my best friend Evie," I explained. "Did you find a girl my age with red hair?"
"I'm afraid the only person we found was you, Miss Brooks," Norrington said. I was quiet as I sat there. If I wound up here, where was she? "We will do our best to find your friend, Miss Brooks," Norrington assured me, seeming to take my silence for distress. I nodded gratefully.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help," I apologized, hanging my head and staring at my hands. "I wish I could remember what happened."
"Well, based on the information you've given us, my guess was that you were on a ship that was either shipwrecked or attacked," the doctor mused. "Since you can't seem to remember anything, something must have happened to cause you to lose your memory." I nodded, a bit relieved that now I didn't have to worry about coming up with a background story.
"What's going to happen to me now?"
"You are welcome to stay here until you have recovered," Governor Swann offered.
"Are you sure, sir?" I inquired, looking to the man in surprise.
"Certainly," Governor Swann replied with a smile. "I can't very well leave a young woman to fend for herself. Besides, I'm sure my daughter would love to have another woman around."
I smiled gratefully. "Thank you very much, sir." The Governor nodded and the three men left. I pulled my legs to my chest and rested my chin on my knees, heaving a heavy sigh. I was still having trouble believing I was actually in the POTC world. I was partly hoping that this was just a dream and I would wake up in the hospital to find out the whole electrical thing with the tv put Evie and I in a coma or something.
I awoke the next morning with a quiet groan. 'What a weird dream,' I thought, opening my eyes. I wasn't met with my white ceiling as usual, but a dark wood. I sat bolt upright, glancing around. I wasn't in my room. The room I was in now was small, having only enough space for a small desk and the bed I was on. I tossed the blanket off my legs and got to my feet, swaying slightly as the room seemed to tilt. I walked out of the room and into a larger adjoining room, using the wall to keep me steady as the room seemed to sway. I gazed around in awe. The room was made of the same black wood as the room I was just in. There were many ornate objects in the room, including a large table in the center. The unlit candles on the table slid from one side to the other as the entire room tilted slightly, making me stumble a bit as I tried to keep my balance. The room was lit only by a row of windows on one side. There was something about the room that seemed familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I wandered over to the windows, curious to know where I was. Looking out, I was met by a vast expansion of water. I was on a ship. 'Well that explained why I was having trouble staying upright,' I thought. 'Although, that still doesn't explain exactly where I am.' Another pressing question was how did I get to wherever I was? And where was Abby? I was so immersed in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door open nor the sound of approaching footsteps.
"I see ye've finally woken up," a voice spoke. I jumped nearly a foot in the air and spun around to face the newcomer. My jaw practically hit the floor at who I saw standing there. "Apologies, I didn't mean to startle ye," Barbossa said, chuckling at my reaction. I didn't say anything for a few moments. Captain Hector Barbossa was standing in front of me, complete with Jack the Capuchin sitting on his shoulder. I blinked, recovering a bit from my shock at finding one my favorite characters in front of me.
"Who are you?" I asked once my brain started working again. I certainly couldn't let him know I actually knew who he was, that would be a bit hard to explain.
"I am Captain Barbossa," he told me. "And yerself?"
"Evelyn Holmes," I answered. "Where am I?"
"Yer on the Black Pearl?"
'The Black Pearl,' I repeated in my mind. Well, that explains why the room seemed so familiar. I must be in the Captain's Cabin. "How did I get here?" I asked out loud.
"Found ye floating in a longboat," Barbossa answered. "Me crew hauled ye aboard." The Captain tilted his head and I shifted uncomfortably under his piercing gaze. "Rather strange to find a longboat so far from land. Any idea how ye wound up so far out at sea?" I frowned. He found me in a longboat? How on earth did I get there anyway and why wasn't Abby found with me?
"Shipwreck, I think" I decided. "My memory's a bit fuzzy." Barbossa narrowed his eyes slightly. My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt like he was looking into my soul with his sharp blue eyes.
After a moment Barbossa nodded, accepting my answer. "A shipwreck can do that to ye and there's no telling how long ye were driftin. Probably dehydrated." I nodded in agreement and relaxed a bit, relieved that he believed my story.
"Was I the only one you found?"
Barbossa nodded. "I suspect ye must have floated away from the wreckage. It's quite possible ye were the only survivor." I lowered my head solemnly. I hoped Abby was alright. It was quiet for a moment while I worked up the courage to ask the question that worried me the most.
"What's going to happen to me now?" I asked apprehensively.
"Well, I'm not in the habit of takin' on women as part of me crew, but I believe I can make an exception for yer situation," he said. "So, that leaves ye with two options. Ye can stay on my ship until we can drop ye off at the nearest safe port, or ye can serve on me crew." I held back a grin. He offered me a place on the crew! This was a dream come true! I took a deep breath to calm myself.
"Can I have a few minutes to think?" I inquired, not wanting him to get suspicious by giving him my answer so quickly.
Barbossa nodded again. "Aye. Come find me on deck when ye've made yer decision." He gestured to an ornate trunk in the corner. "There should be some clothes in there fer ye to change into, not that my crew would mind if ye showed up in what yer wearing." I frowned and glanced down at my outfit in confusion. I blushed heavily as I realized I was wearing a poet shirt that was much too big for me. Thankfully, my undergarments were still on and the shirt was long enough to cover everything. I subconsciously crossed my arms in front of my chest, suddenly feeling exposed. "Don't worry, it was nothin I hadn't seen before." Barbossa chuckled at my embarrassment, causing my blush to deepen. He left, closing the door behind him. I walked over to the trunk and opened the lid. Inside was an array of different clothes. I rummaged through the clothes, looking for something I would be comfortable in.
A few minutes later, I was examining myself in a mirror I had found. I had chosen a blue, women's waistcoat to go over a smaller poet shirt that actually fit me. I also wore a pair of black leggings and leather boots. I tied a purple sash around my waist and complemented it with a belt. I brushed my hair as best I could with my fingers and braided it. All in all, I thought I looked pretty good. Feeling confident in my new outfit, I left the cabin and went on deck to find Barbossa. The main deck was bustling with pirates, all rushing about to do their assigned jobs. As soon as I stepped on deck, however, the entire crew stopped in their duties to look at me. My confidence bolted back below deck and I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling very self conscious.
"I was about to come and check on ye," Barbossa spoke from behind me, causing me to jump.
"Is this going to become a habit with you?" I asked, glaring at the smirking Captain with a hand over my rapidly beating heart.
"Probably," he replied, blue eyes shining with amusement. He ran his gaze over my new outfit. "I see ye've made a decision then?"
I nodded. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay here. My memory may be compromised at the moment, but as far as I can remember, I don't have any family. So, no one will miss me. I think it would be a bit difficult for a woman with no memory of her background to get a job anywhere." It wasn't exactly a lie. The only family I had left was Abby, but I didn't even know where she was.
"Ya wouldn't have much trouble finding a job in Tortuga, however, I don't think an innocent flower such as yerself would last very long in a pirate haven." I blushed heavily and lowered my eyes at the insinuation. The captain chuckled. "Ya needn't worry, no such harm will come to ye on my ship." I looked back at him, a little surprised at receiving such a promise from a pirate, let alone a pirate like Barbossa. "Best introduce ya t' the crew," Barbossa said. He turned his attention to his crew, who were still watching me curiously. "Listen up, ya dogs! This is Miss Evelyn Holmes. She's our newest member. She is not here fer yer pleasure, so I don't want t' seeing any funny business. Is that clear?" Murmurs of acknowledgement rippled through the crew. "Pintel, Ragetti!"
"Aye, Capt'n?" The two pirates asked as they hurried forward.
"I want you two to show Miss Holmes around and find her a sword," Barbossa told them.
"A sword?" I asked.
"I may be the captain, but I trust me crew about as far as I can throw 'em," Barbossa admitted. "Ya may be a member of the crew now, but yer still a woman aboard a pirate ship. I'll not have ye unarmed and unable to defend yerself."
I bowed my head and wrung my hands. "Yeah, about that…"
Barbossa raised an eyebrow. "Ye don't know how t' handle a sword, do ye?"
I shook my head sheepishly. "Not really, no."
The Captain stroked his beard, gazing at me thoughtfully. "Hmm, guess I'll have to teach ya." My jaw nearly hit the floor.
"You would be willing to teach me?" I asked in surprise. This day seemed to be full of them.
"Who better to teach ya than the best swordsmen on the ship?" Barbossa replied proudly, puffing out his chest slightly. "I won't go easy on ya, though."
"I would hope not," I said with a quiet chuckle. "I wouldn't learn very fast that way."
"Nay, ye wouldn't," the Captain agreed. "Help Miss Holmes find a sword and meet me back on deck."
"Please, call me Evie," I corrected. "Miss makes me feel old."
"Very well, Evie." He jerked his head to Pintel and Ragetti and walked off.
"Right this way," Pintel said.