Jack Visits the Future!
Part 1 of 1
a/n – I am so sorry, but I just wanted to do this. Much thanks to Emeraldbear for helping me to get the courage to post this. Russe F. Topher is my pen name, I wrote "Louisiana Treasure Hunt" don't ask me why I used it in this here fic.
Disclaimer -- I own everything but Secret Window, POTC and of course Captan Jack Sparrow.
The house was quiet this late in the after noon. The family had gone out for the day and the only person left in the house was Russë. Who was working on her new book. As a published author, she needed to keep up her writing career while she looked for a job.
On the telly, Pirates of the Caribbean was being played. Russë loved this movie and tried to quote it at her fiancé whenever she could. Looking at the screen before her, she was immediately reminded of her other favorite movie, Secret Window. She wondered if she'd become psychotic, probably like Paris Hilton.
She shook this little thing away as the credits started playing. She muttered angrily to herself because she loved that last line. Suddenly, she heard a crashing sound from the kitchen. She looked around the office and found her fathers old baseball bat. She grabbed it up and went slowly down the stairs.
"Where the bugger is it…?" someone was muttering to themselves. He had an accent that sounded Brit. When she got a look at the dude, he wore historical clothing, and was obviously looking for something.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Russë asked, jumping out with the bat at the ready.
"Whoa! What'd you have to do that for, luv?" the man asked.
"Are you…no way!" she said. The man looked at her as if she were crazy.
"Is this the loony bin?" he asked.
"Are you….Jack Sparrow?" she asked.
"Captain, it's Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
"Holy shit!"
"Apparently, now, please explain to me two things,"
"Okay,"
"One – Where the hell am I? and two – Where is the rum?"
"Your in the year 2007, and I don't have any rum,"
"No rum?"
"No rum,"
"No rum?"
"No rum!"
"None?"
"Nada,"
"Not anywhere?"
"Not anywhere,"
"Not even in the cellar?"
"No way in the cellar!"
"So there isn't any rum?"
"Nope,"
"You sure?"
"Totally,"
"Really?"
"Really,"
"Really, really?"
"Really, really,"
"Really, really, really?"
"Really, really – wait a second! This is getting retarded!"
The two stood there in silence for a few moments.
"So, no rum in the house?"
"Yes, there is NO rum in the house!"
And that was how Russë met Captain Jack Sparrow.