This means it's some ones thoughts your reading, not dialogue.

Y/N Pov

"Ugh, what the hell?", Getting up with a throbbing migraine I started to look around. Oh, now I remember. But how do I forget that I'm on some bloody ship with a Pirate who's name I can't even think of!
I look around to see i'm on the stern deck (poop deck) not alone either, pirates moving around as some one at the wheel yells ord- Wait! That's the man from Salt Waters! I stumbled up and hurriedly ran to him "You!" Grabbing his shoulder, forcing him to face me, "Where am I"
"You don't remember, love?"

"Not at all" Why is he calling me that?

"The Black Pearl!" He dramatically moved his hands, nearly hitting me.

"But that ships a myth."

The pirates around us started to laugh "Well yer on it poppit" A passing pirate slurred. "I don't believe it!" I scoffed, I grabbed the man that was steering the wheel by his wrist and pulled the shirt up, revealing a burned P and a tattooed sparrow above water. My eyes widened
"You're. Captain. Jack. Sparrow?"
He smiled at the name, "The one and only." I was at a loss for words, I mean what do I say? We stared at each other for a moment, Is he waiting for me to say something? "Guessing you had one to many bottles last night?"
He asked, ending the awkward silence, I chuckled "To have the job I hav- had, you got to sneak a few drinks", he chuckled back "You realize your going to have to work on me ship, right?" No, I didn't. "Yes, what else would I do?" I asked, defying my thoughts.
"Well then, you have a choice."

"A choice?"

"Aye, Pirate or scrubber?"

"Pirate." It was a no brainier

There was a long pause, until he pulled out a sword and tossed it to me, grabbing it from him, He swings at me with a different sword.

"Bloody hell!" I swung back, weakening the grip on his sword, "Fight me old man!"

He sarcasticlly looked offended, Clashing our swords.

I scoffed, intertwining our swords. he pushed my sword back, releasing my sword from his "I thought you'd be worse" he chuckled, swinging past my chest. "Looks decieve." My sword fell. He pinned the sword to my neck, I pulled out a gun from my side. He looked supprised but smirked, "that's what I'm supposed to do, savvy?" He pulled his sword away as I did with my gun.