Ok.. So I can't really tell anyone where this story is going. I'm basically just bored right now, and a little bit fed up with my over the top dramatic story. I just need something else to set my mind on, preferably something POTC shaped.

So...yeah... here goes chapter one.

Disclaimer: I own nobody... except Lona and Tina and the little old lady.

Chapter 1: Little old woman

Lona… are you sure about this? I mean… in the DVD he was eaten by that… that… thing"

"A Cracken... repeat after me: Craaaaaacken… something like a giant squid, only more teeth. And a wee bit larger then a normal squid I would imagine."

"Yes, but you're missing my point. I mean… It's great that you want to go see Jack and Will and somehow get rid of Elizabeth but… isn't that kind of hard to do when the main person you're after is eaten alive?"

Stopping in front of the witch's door I turn around and glare at my best friend, Tina.

"No, that isn't hard to do. Because, we're going to save him! Of course. Or something like that anyway. And then… well... I don't know what I'll do then."

Tina raises one eyebrow and scowls at me: "You're turning into one of those scary fan girls! You know? The kind that stalk famous people until the famous person demands a restraining order?"

I knock on the door, and beam happily at Tina: "I'm not turning into one of those, I already am one. Still working on that restraining order though."

The door opens with an eerie creaking sound.

"You're kidding right?" Tina pleads with me as I pull her along through the door and up the stairs.

"Of course I am kidding. There are no famous people here in Holland. I'm just doing this out of sheer historic interest."

We are standing in a strange little room; it is very dark in there, except for a few candles and the occasional skull lantern. The only entrance available is the one we just went through, with a nice decorative bead curtain.

"Historic interest? Yeah right, you just want to snuggle up to Will. You sick person you. Besides... I think it's Kracken. With a K. Not a C."

"Kraak, kraken, Crack, Cracken, Krack, Kracken.. whatever! Giant squid beast thing! With teeth!"

Suddenly some old lady pokes her head above the table that stands in the middle of the room: "Will you two be quiet! I can't hear the spirits talking!"
I give a small yelp and clutch my chest: "Geez woman! You scared me! Don't do that!"
Tina walks over to the lady and peers underneath the table where the woman is fiddling with all sorts of wires and electronic equipment: "Perhaps you can't hear the spirits talking because you didn't plug in the cd player here." She tells the little old lady and strolls back to where I'm standing.
The little lady mutters something and we can hear her moving the wires about some more. Then a screeching noise is heard and finally moans and screams echo through the room.

"Ah, they're back. Thank you sweetie." She flips a switch and the sounds fade away again.

She sits down on a chair behind the table and looks at us as though we didn't just see that she was a great fraud: "And what can I do for you girls? Summon a few of the living death? Let you talk to your dog? Fly away on broomstick, that sort of thing?"

I look at Tina, a grin plastered on my face. She looks back, a worrying look on her own face: "Are you really sure?" "Sure I'm sure! Lady… we want to go to Port Royal!"

The lady scowls at us: "Port Royal? What do I look like? A travel agency? Now go away!"
I rush forward, urging her to sit down again: "No, no. You don't understand. We want to go to Port Royal… in the movie!"
The old woman leans back and sighs: "Not again. Aren't you two girls a bit old for this? Normally I only get those 14-year-old giggly schoolgirls in here. You two must be at least 20!"
Tina frowns and folds her arms in front of her chest: "Yeah, well… we're young at heart."

"Fine... fine... why should I care? Come with me, ladies." The ladies waddles into something that looks like a photo booth: "Now, you two sit on the little bench just behind the curtain. That's it. Now look at the little birdie and say Cheese."
I look confused at Tina: "Cheese?"

Suddenly a great white light flashes and everything turns... well... white. I feel like I'm falling down in circles and am becoming very dizzy very rapidly. Not to mention that I'm starting to feel extremely sick. And just when I think I can't take it anymore the ground smacks my face real hard.

"Ohhh…autsj... that hurt. And I feel sick… I need a bucket" Somewhere next to me I can hear the ground slamming into Tina too. Her cursing and muttering is interrupted by someone saying: "Well... and who might these be? Who dares to trespass in the house of Tia Dalma?"

Yeah, yeah, I know. Been there, done that. Sucked into the movies, blabla. :) Constructive Criticism anyone?