Elizabeth started at the sound of a voice, something completely lucid and solid she thought she could put stock in. She turned to see a woman dressed in men’s clothing the likes of which Elizabeth had never seen before.

“Arrived?” Elizabeth asked, feeling slightly hysterical and more than annoyed. “Arrived bloody where? I was on an island in the middle of the Caribbean, stranded, and I wake up here – presumably miles from any mass of water!” Elizabeth balled her fists at her side and stared hard at the ground, as if waiting for it to produce an explanation. She wasn’t being fair. This woman was the only helpful or useful-looking person around. She probably had nothing to do with the strange abduction Elizabeth had undergone. Her accent was also familiar, the first earthly thing Elizabeth had encountered.

A frustrated, strained sigh swilled out of her and she tried to relax. “I lit a signal fire, for the Royal Navy. I was stranded on an island with Captain Jack Sparrow, the pirate. I lay down for a nap, and I must have fallen asleep. And then I woke up here.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, suddenly feeling exposed. “I should never have closed my eyes.”