This is my Pirates of the Caribbean fic. I just got an idea, ok? Work with me here.
Disclaimer: I own nothing... damn. AND WHY IS THE RUM GONE? THE RED RUM TOO!
Summary: so I'm watching POTC. Then, I get up, bonk my head and next thing I know, I'm in pirates land, and I land on Jack's boat/ship thing. Anyway, these are my adventures.
BOOOOORRRRRED! I think to myself. It's Saturday in July, one of the few weeks where I'm not at one camp or another. Theatre, swordplay, archery, all that jazz. Anyway, Saturday, July, bored out of my brain and my friends ditched me to go see some stupid movie. My parents were on a business trip, and my "friends" weren't supposed to show until 9 that night.
Screw them. I just got the Pirates of the Caribbean on DVD, and I have popcorn! I did my little victory dance, jumping around my room. I tripped over a book and swore, hitting my hand on something. I swore louder. I had fallen and scraped my left hand pretty bad the other day and hitting it made it hurt worse. I danced around in pain, hurrying to the bathroom to grab the Neosporin. I slathered it on my hand, sighing when the pain subsided. Thank god for Neosporin. I thought. I looked up and glared at myself the mirror. A 14-year-old girl glared back at me, her black hair strait and long under a black knit beanie. I tucked my hair behind my ears and searched in the band-aid drawer for a band-aid, but only came up with an old ace bandage. I stuck out my tongue and wrapped it around my left hand. I walked out of the room, making sure not to trip over anything in my messy room. I stared up at the posters of family force 5, the declaration of independence and the red elvises. They stared back at me, and I stuck out my tongue at them.
I walked over to my DVD cabinet and threw it open. I stared at the DVDs in front of me. Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, National Treasure, the Transporter 1 and 2, the Tuxedo, and all three Austin Powers all made it into my movie day pile. I danced into the living room, plopping them onto the floor. I danced around, facing the TV, and plopped myself onto the floor.
I picked up my new copy of "Pirates" and opened it. I popped out the DVD and slid it into my DVD player. I started it up, grinning. I had seen it in theaters three times, and knew some lines, but this was my first time watching it at home. I scooted back, and started watching, fiddling with my necklace that held one tiny black pearl. I only took it off to shower. My friend Chris had given it to me before… well, lets just saw he's at the hospital, almost indefinitely.
About twenty minutes later, someway into the movie, the phone rings. I look at the screen in the wall. It has some weird hook up to the phone, so the caller ID scrolls across it when we get a call. My friend Nina's number rolled by and I scrambled up to answer the phone. I got up too fast and slip on one of the DVDs. I crack my head and I slip into darkness. The phone ringing the last thing I hear.
I open my eyes. I'm falling. I have a canvas bag clutched in my right hand, as my left one is still all bandaged up. I'm not in my normal clothes, and now I have a sword strapped to my hip. I look around my shoulder to see a red flag fluttering in the wind below me, and then I crash into wood.
"Oy! Where did you come from, who are you, and why are you on my ship?" someone yells in a familiar slurred voice. I try to get up, but a sword in my neck stops me. I look up, only using my eyes, and they nearly pop out of my head. I'm staring at Captain Jack Sparrow!
"Black, Pearl Black." I say, and for some I reason was using double-0 seven's line. But that wasn't my name! (A/N: I might not tell you her name at all…maybe in the sequel, I dunno.) I stood, slowly.
"You look familiar, have I threatened you before?" he asks, using his line from the fight with Will. I roll my eyes. Jack's eyes dart to my sword, and he stiffens. "A bit young for that, aren't ye, lass?" he asked. I glance down at my sword. I roll my eyes again.
"I'm 14, almost 15, thank you very much. Now, since I am no danger to you, I suggest putting that down." I snap, looking pointedly at his sword. He sneers at me but puts it back in its sheath. "Now, can you tell me where I am?" I ask. He sits down on a crate, motioning for me to do likewise. I do, pulling my legs under me.
"You are on my ship, and we are in the middle of the ocean, heading for Port Royal. And I am"-
"Captain Jack Sparrow, I know." I finish for him. He stares at me.
"How do you know my name, love?" he asks. I stiffen. I think up a lie, quick. I'm good at that.
"Your reputation precedes you." I stammer. He looks smug. I notice I'm wearing my beanie under a pirate hat, and I thank whoever sent me here I have my beanie.
"You never answered my first and third questions." Jack says. I lean down to get my bag.
"I came from, well, I don't know how to describe it, a land of much craziness, and I'm on your ship because the big man upstairs wanted me here." I feel something cold under my shirt. I pull out my necklace, and a tear escapes my eye. Jack looks at me funny.
"What's with the funny necklace?" he asks. I see red for a moment.
"A very special person to me gave it to me, and I don't know if I'll ever see him again." Jack stares at me, a funny look in his eyes. I've seen it in my dad's eyes. It's a father look.
"I understand. I left someone behind too, when I joined this life." He said. I nod, wiping tears off my face. I dig through my bag, wondering what is inside. I pull out a blank book, a stick of charcoal, a blanket, some bread and a canteen of water. I return everything into the bag and toss the bread at Jack, who catches it and tears it in half. It's dark rye, my favorite. He tosses a half at me, the smaller one, and tears into his with his teeth. I tear into mine, and chew on it, thinking.
"Is this the only food on this ship?" I ask. Jack hesitates, and then nods. I groan, and then shove my piece into my bag. I pull my hand out, amazed. In the bag there is more food! It seems to be magic, and in this world, I'm guessing anything can happen. Jack leans over, and I show him the food in the bag. His eyes widen.
"Now where did you get that bag again?" he asks thickly from behind his mouthful of bread. I shrug. "Get comfortable lass. We only have a few more hours until we get to port." I nod, then my eyes widen. I remember what happened when Jack got to Port Royal. I wonder if both of us can fit on top of the mast thing. I pull out the blanket and swing it over my shoulders. I'm getting slightly cold and it helps.
I inspect my outfit. A white shirt, black pants, boots, a hat, my sword and a long coat make it up. The coat has some patches on it, and they are all done in different fabrics. One is silk, another plaid, and one is canvas. Actually, four are canvas. Apparently this coat has seen Scotland and China. There is one ring on my finger. I look at it carefully. It is small silver band with a black pearl much like the one on my necklace. On the inside is inscribed, "Think happy thoughts", my favorite line of my favorite song. I fall asleep after a few hours, wondering if this is just a dream.
Me: and that's it, for now! R&R!
