Hello Readers! This is just a new story I started on. Hope you like it! I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or Disney or anything that belongs to them or anyone else.

Chapter One

It was a cold rainy day in New York City. The clouds had darkened the sky and the rain fell heavily over the crowded streets. People ran quickly, umbrellas in hand, hailing cabs as they went, trying to find shelter from the harsh weather. I found myself in the same position as I furiously waved my hands, trying to find the nearest unoccupied cab. Finally I found one and hopped in.

"Where to?" The driver asked. I noticed that he had on a white tank top that appeared to be covered in Cheeto stains and looked like he hadn't bathed in days. He had a rugged, curly beard and hair that was slowly staring to bald.

"The Museum of Natural History, please." I said.

He immediately started to drive. But it was going to be a long one due to the traffic.

"Who are you, miss?" The man asked.

"Marianne Parker…Marie for short." I said.

"A lovely name." The driver said. I wondered if he was trying to flirt with me or if he was just being nice.

"Umm...thank you." I said. The rest of the drive was silent. I handed the driver the money and stepped out on the sidewalk in from of the museum. I looked at it and couldn't help but smile. The name words "Truth, Knowledge, Vision" were written at the top. Those words were the very purpose of the museum itself. These words had always inspired me to learn ever since I was a little girl when I first visited the museum with my father. But the memory only brought tears to my eyes. But I brushed them away. I didn't want to think about my parents, not now.

I hurried to the museum to get out of the rain. I went to the door and tried to open it, only to find it was locked. I quickly fumbled through the pockets of my jacket and sighed. I had probably left my keys to the museum at home. I banged on the door for Rus, the night watchman who was still guarding the museum until it opened. I saw Rus emerge out of the shadows in the museum and he quickly opened the door.

Rus was an elderly gentleman with snowy white hair and light blue eyes. He had been the night watchman for years at the museum. I could even remember him from when I was younger and he had said I had to go because the museum was about to close. Needless to say, when I applied for the job as a tour guide of the museum, he had been thrilled.

"Good morning, Marianne." He always called me by my full name.

"It's not exactly the best morning I'd say." I said as I went to put my umbrella away in the back.

"Just because it's raining doesn't mean it's a bad morning." Rus said.

I quickly changed into my tour guide uniform in the back and waited for the opening the museum.

"Someone looks really good this morning." A voice said, sending me flying into the air.

"Nick!" I said irately. "You know I don't like that!" He chuckled. Nick was the security guard during the day. He had short brown hair and a million-dollar smile that could win over any girl...until they knew him. Nick was the most annoying, self-centered guy to ever walk the earth. He had been asking me out ever since I first set foot in the museum and each time I had said no. Today would be the same, as always.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he got closer, a little too close for my liking.

"Yes, I'm sure." I said coldly as I gave him a glare. Nick just smiled, completely oblivious that I was fuming at him. Luckily, I didn't have much time to be angry at him because the museum had opened and people, mostly tourists, had started to come thought the door.

And so the day began. It was a normal day of talking about the museum and all the artifacts in it. It all ranged from dinosaur artifacts from prehistoric times to the present. It showed numerous studies of plants and animals and the planets, giving a vast array of knowledge.

There was one section in the museum that I liked in particular. The 1700s section. It was my favorite century to study about. It contained all sorts of interesting facts, such as the American Revolution and the signing of the Declaration of Independence.

There was only one thing in the 1700s that I hated the most and that was the pirates. I hated pirates with a passion. I hated how they thought they could do what they wanted whenever they wanted without regard for anyone else's safety. Pirates weren't around much in the present time, but they still existed and I detested them all the more.

But there was a bright side to this golden age of piracy. It ended. The golden age of piracy had ended after a man named Lord Cutler Beckett had killed them all off with his fleet. But it had come at a price. Beckett had died in an attempt to kill off the last of the pirates, but he had been brutally murdered by a man named Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack Sparrow had been a good friend of Beckett until he betrayed him and a company called the East India Trading Company and turned pirate. Beckett had tried numerous times to turn Jack Sparrow around, even giving him the opportunity to have his job back, but Sparrow refused. With a heavy heart, Beckett knew he had to kill his old friend and he almost did until Jack Sparrow murdered him in cold blood.

At the moment, I was looking at the 1700s section. I couldn't help but admire all the artifacts there, such as Cutler Beckett's sword that had been saved from sinking into the ocean, or the hat from Captain Jack Sparrow himself. And as remarkable as it sounds, even the ship the Black Pearl, Captain Jack Sparrow's infamous ship, had been recovered at the bottom of the ocean and taken to the museum. She had been the fastest ship in the Caribbean in her time.

"She's beautiful." Commented someone beside me. I looked over at the person. It was a man with long brown dreadlocks and a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He was just a regular spectator, but his eyes showed his admiration for the ship in front of us.

"I wish I could have seen her when she was in her prime." I said.

"You would like her." The man said and I looked at him strangely.

"Sorry. You would have liked her, seeing as you like ships so much. You've been staring at that ship for a long time." The man said quickly.

"Oh. Yes, I suppose it has been a long time." I said as I looked at the clock. I couldn't believe I had been staying here all lunch break.

"I have to get back to work." I said as I left the man. He didn't seem to notice as he kept staring at the ship, as if lost in another world. But I had no time to pay attention to him. I had to get off to work, and knowing that Nick was there, it was going to be a very long day.

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