Chapter 1: Beginnings
By queenofdespair216
Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love. (Jack/OC)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots. Kira Ryan is my own fictional character.
It all started Kira's first year of college, She was a freshman at NYU. She was majoring in Spanish and minored in social relations. She was intending eventually to join the Peace Corps and travel around the world aiding others in distress. Sha wanted adventure, a chance to be free from the small, social, conformed life of the small town she had grown up in. That was mainly why she had chosen to move to New York, the town was fast paced and exhilarating. It was a center of art and culture, no two people exactly alike, or so she thought.
Turns out that almost every one there were just yuppies and yahoos only there because there rich mommies and daddies wanted them to be. No one really wanted to learn anything; they were there for a good time. One of the worst of them was her rich fashion obsessed roommate - Jennifer Clarington. Her dad probably owned half of the businesses in NY; he was also a chairman on the Board of Trustees at NYU. She had power and she knew it. And the worst thing for a brainless blonde bimbo like herself to have is power. She tried as hard as she could to make Kira's life a living hell as often as she possibly could. And since they shared a dorm, it was very frequent. So she tried to spend as much time as she could at the Library. No she was not a geek or anything, she wasn't very smart, she had survived on B's in high school like the rest of my graduating class, but she simply loved literature. So a library was a natural place to find her, especially with all the homework she was loaded down which she normally was.
Besides cram sessions at the library and brutal verbal sparring matches with Cruela Devil, her life revolved around field hockey. She played for the NYU team, they weren't spectacular or anything but she thought they were the best team. Her best friend Michelle from high school played on the team too and we were inseparable. Field hockey did a lot for her figure and by the end of the season she was trim and very healthy. Needless to say she didn't want to get out of shape so everyday she would wake up and go for a jog around central park before her first class. It helped to wake her up and helped her get back to nature I guess you could say.
Well one dreary morning after she had just ran an exhausting 2 miles she was heading home and she stopped at this small antique store Michelle had told her about. She walked in and immediately the smell of old varnish and dusty books hit her, she looked around the dimly lit, room. It was deserted not a soul in site, save for the owner, who looked rather busy at the moment. So she started to poke around a bit. Tons of furniture lay in scattered places around the room. She particularly noticed an old grandfather clock that she knew her mother would simply love, because it was an exact replica of one they had had before. She walked slowly around awhile searching through the shelves of old radios and baseball card collections, when she found the most inquisitive item. It was a beautiful gold chain with a golden eye charm with a turquoise gem embed where a pupil would have been. She was drawn to it immediately; she knew she had to have it. It didn't have a price tag on it, so she went up to the front of the store to ask the owner how much it cost.
She was an old lady, probably in her mid 80's; she had white hair and looked to of Hispanic decent. I politely asked her what the price was for the necklace. "Where did you get that?" the old lady asked. I told her she had found it in the back inside an old chest. "I check and price everything that comes in and goes out of this store, but I have never seen that before," she told me. " Oh," I said. " Well I really like it, do you have any idea how much it could be?" "No," she said. "But if you like it all that much you can have it for free." "Really?" she asked "Of course, I wouldn't be telling ya, you could have it and then be taken it back, now would I?" " I would hope not" she replied. "Be off with you now I've got work to do." and went back to examining an old cameo.
She started walking quickly back to her dorm, if she didn't hurry she would miss her first class. She decided to take a short cut and cut through the alley. As she was walking she took the amulet out of her pocket for further examination. What her luck, this could be worth a fortune and she got it for free. She was really afraid of losing it though, so she decided to wear it. She lifted her brown wavy locks up away from her neck, and quickly put the necklace on. All of a sudden a bright blue light flashed all around her, the air swirled in a circular motion as if she was trapped in a tornado. She began to spin round and round; she shut her eyes stop the dizzy feeling in her stomach. All of a sudden the ground beneath her feet was lost to the never-ending vortex of winding. She was just floating and spinning through time and space. She try to open her eyes but all she saw was the bright blue light, as bright as the Caribbean sea on a calm day, and suddenly her world went blank as she passed out of consciousness.
Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love. (Jack/OC)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots. Kira Ryan is my own fictional character.
It all started Kira's first year of college, She was a freshman at NYU. She was majoring in Spanish and minored in social relations. She was intending eventually to join the Peace Corps and travel around the world aiding others in distress. Sha wanted adventure, a chance to be free from the small, social, conformed life of the small town she had grown up in. That was mainly why she had chosen to move to New York, the town was fast paced and exhilarating. It was a center of art and culture, no two people exactly alike, or so she thought.
Turns out that almost every one there were just yuppies and yahoos only there because there rich mommies and daddies wanted them to be. No one really wanted to learn anything; they were there for a good time. One of the worst of them was her rich fashion obsessed roommate - Jennifer Clarington. Her dad probably owned half of the businesses in NY; he was also a chairman on the Board of Trustees at NYU. She had power and she knew it. And the worst thing for a brainless blonde bimbo like herself to have is power. She tried as hard as she could to make Kira's life a living hell as often as she possibly could. And since they shared a dorm, it was very frequent. So she tried to spend as much time as she could at the Library. No she was not a geek or anything, she wasn't very smart, she had survived on B's in high school like the rest of my graduating class, but she simply loved literature. So a library was a natural place to find her, especially with all the homework she was loaded down which she normally was.
Besides cram sessions at the library and brutal verbal sparring matches with Cruela Devil, her life revolved around field hockey. She played for the NYU team, they weren't spectacular or anything but she thought they were the best team. Her best friend Michelle from high school played on the team too and we were inseparable. Field hockey did a lot for her figure and by the end of the season she was trim and very healthy. Needless to say she didn't want to get out of shape so everyday she would wake up and go for a jog around central park before her first class. It helped to wake her up and helped her get back to nature I guess you could say.
Well one dreary morning after she had just ran an exhausting 2 miles she was heading home and she stopped at this small antique store Michelle had told her about. She walked in and immediately the smell of old varnish and dusty books hit her, she looked around the dimly lit, room. It was deserted not a soul in site, save for the owner, who looked rather busy at the moment. So she started to poke around a bit. Tons of furniture lay in scattered places around the room. She particularly noticed an old grandfather clock that she knew her mother would simply love, because it was an exact replica of one they had had before. She walked slowly around awhile searching through the shelves of old radios and baseball card collections, when she found the most inquisitive item. It was a beautiful gold chain with a golden eye charm with a turquoise gem embed where a pupil would have been. She was drawn to it immediately; she knew she had to have it. It didn't have a price tag on it, so she went up to the front of the store to ask the owner how much it cost.
She was an old lady, probably in her mid 80's; she had white hair and looked to of Hispanic decent. I politely asked her what the price was for the necklace. "Where did you get that?" the old lady asked. I told her she had found it in the back inside an old chest. "I check and price everything that comes in and goes out of this store, but I have never seen that before," she told me. " Oh," I said. " Well I really like it, do you have any idea how much it could be?" "No," she said. "But if you like it all that much you can have it for free." "Really?" she asked "Of course, I wouldn't be telling ya, you could have it and then be taken it back, now would I?" " I would hope not" she replied. "Be off with you now I've got work to do." and went back to examining an old cameo.
She started walking quickly back to her dorm, if she didn't hurry she would miss her first class. She decided to take a short cut and cut through the alley. As she was walking she took the amulet out of her pocket for further examination. What her luck, this could be worth a fortune and she got it for free. She was really afraid of losing it though, so she decided to wear it. She lifted her brown wavy locks up away from her neck, and quickly put the necklace on. All of a sudden a bright blue light flashed all around her, the air swirled in a circular motion as if she was trapped in a tornado. She began to spin round and round; she shut her eyes stop the dizzy feeling in her stomach. All of a sudden the ground beneath her feet was lost to the never-ending vortex of winding. She was just floating and spinning through time and space. She try to open her eyes but all she saw was the bright blue light, as bright as the Caribbean sea on a calm day, and suddenly her world went blank as she passed out of consciousness.