*The only ones I own are Calla and Daisy Not POTC (Sigh)
Calla Marie Jenner laid her head on her pillow and turned on her radio. She rolled over and looked at her little sister asleep in the bed adjacent to hers in the far corner of their shared room. Above them, a slow and light trickle of rain water dripped inside from a weak area of their apartment's roof. A contest came on the radio for tickets to see the next huge amusement park addition: A Pirate Themed boat ride. "Yeah I wish." Spit Calla sighing. "I would trade all of this to be a pirate for even one day." As she said this, her sister stirred, outside their room Calla could hear her mother and her newest boyfriend screaming at each other. "Hushh Daisy, It's okay, mom's just upset right now." Daisy, at five could never understand how fried Mrs. Jenner's brain was from years of drug abuse, and the acts she had to perform in order to chase her high. Calla saw the beginning of all of these problems after her father died when she was eight. After that, her mother saw a variety of men, drugs, and gutters. As Calla watched this destruction she decided to never be her mother. Someday she would be free, of guilt, and the slums, someday. Her young sister peered at her with those innocent blue eyes .Questioning Calla's logic. "Everything will be okay. I always take care of us don't I?" Daisy nodded, and snuggled her moth eaten teddy bear. Calla crooned half to Daisy and half to herself. "Someday we'll be free Daisy." Daisy yawned and rolled over in her tiny bed. Calla pulled her paper thin sheets up over her neck and sighed. Everything would be so much easier if we had even some money, but with this recession, there is no way I'll ever save her, or myself. She thought, a silent tear catching itself quickly on her finger. Disgusted with her weakness Calla turned over on her side and began to doze off watching a small mouse stumbling over her dirty combat boot. Finally, her eyes closed fully, and began to tumble into sleep…
LATER
Calla rubbed her eyes and breathed in the air around her. It smelled like the tar and rot of her city. "Yup still here." She spat bitterly getting out of bed. Daisy was gone, and she could hear her mother screaming in the living room. "Get OUT! Get OUT!" her mother cried. Calla ran in and saw her mother thrusting at Daisy with a dirty sharp bristled broom. "Mom! What are you doing!" Calla shrieked trying to dissipate her mom's current psychotic episode. She blinked and looked demonically at Calla. "Another one, all these monsters!" Her mother screamed. She hesitated for only a minute and charged on Calla. Calla moved to the side just in time, and grabbed Daisy, heading for the streets running as fast as her feet would carry her. Calla sat Daisy down on a bench in the park and began to ask for change for the telephone. She knew she could call their grandmother, but no one would even spare a nickel. After a few hours the girls became discouraged and their stomachs growled. "I don't think we're eating tonight Daisy, maybe tomorrow we'll go home and mom won't realize we're there. Then, we'll find some money to call Grandma.. Alright?" Daisy whimpered and nodded at her big sister, snuggling into her. The two girls spent what was not their first night, under the jungle gym near Calla's old school. Calla sat awake and listened to Daisy's even breathing in sharp contrast to her own stomach's incessant growling. "If I were a pirate." She chuckled drowsily. Sleep took her then and she dreamt of rum, adventure, and perhaps a family and a purpose filled with freedom somewhere out there waiting for her, 300 years in the past.
Finally awake Calla did as she had always done, and sniffed the air. This time however, it smelled very different than the usual city stink. Her eyes opened slowly, and what she saw took the wind right out of her chest. A bright blue sky, which in itself was amazing, but not only that, Calla saw huge white sailed ships bobbing up and down in the swell near a great dock posted in the sand of what appeared to be a great beach. Sitting up, Calla tried to stand, finding that it was near impossible with the headache she had. She rubbed her head gingerly, a feeling of dread passing over her. She looked around for any trace of Daisy, yet there was none. Where am I, and where's Daisy? she thought walking toward what looked like town. There were very many tiny shops, and olden style taverns painted shabbily, and not anything like the 21st century. The people here were wearing very antique clothing, dresses, breeches, it looked like a scene out of an American revolution movie. Calla smiled shyly at some strangers wearing tri corn hats and baggy shirts. One tipped his hat and the other smiled a toothy grin revealing a golden tooth. "Oh jeez." She sighed as she slowly slipped into the nearest bar she could find. If she was in the 1700's, then there was no drinking age. She reasoned. And since this was so Calla decided to sit down, have a drink to clear her head, and hopefully get enough courage to ask just where she was and what it was that these people wanted from her.
*A/N: Reviews are definitely appreciated! So I know how I'm doing, and what you guys want to see changed! P.S. Jack Sparrow is in the next chapter, and the adventure really begins.. so keep reading! Thanks!
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