Disclaimer!

Don't own a thing. Except what I bought, but I'm even sure someone else still owns that stuff. POTC is not mine, and even if it was I would give it away! But I won't say to whom! Grins Evilly It would fetch a pretty penny in Tortuga! Well on with Chapter One of my story yet to be named!

Chapter One: Stupid Gas tank!

Four months. Yup. Four months living in San Diego California. Why? I graduated, lived in Spain for a year, traveled the world. Came back home to Michigan to find it snowy and cold. That is exactly the reason I packed up and headed to San Diego. Four days in a car, a month searching for a job, and three months of the same ol' same ol'. I was a girl of adventure! A girl who spoke seven languages! Not including the one I made up in the eight grade!

Whatever.

So here I was. Running errands like a typical almost 21 year old living on her own in a big city. What else did I have to do? Study? Pah! Over my dead body…Erm, on second thought… Grocery Store, Drycleaners, Hair dressers, Beach…I'm a busy woman, living the hard life! Doing a little shopping for this, shopping for that, mostly shopping for this, not so much for that.

Although I had been living in North County San Diego for four long, warm, palm tree filled months, I still got a little lost at times and had to call up a friend or two to guide me back to the good life. Good life being a little flat on top of a house. My two room glory with own mini bar like fridge, void of alcohol.

Today was no excuse, here I found myself turning off at the wrong light on Santa Fe and you know something? It was the first time I saw trees, not surrounded by concrete. Mouth agape I decided to drive down this road some more. It gave me a warm feeling, like being back home in Michigan. I turned on my CD player in my car to play some of my favorite songs from my MP3. Yes, a MP3, I don't like the Idea of an IPOD, they cause cancer you know!

Soon I was the only car on the road, which was starting to look more tattered and torn as I kept driving, that being said it was odd because 'The Great County Of San Diego' prided itself on nice roads, except Los Angeles near Oceanside… For those of you who know… You know. Never the less, I'm from Michigan, we drive on dirt roads that have huge cavernous pot holes and you have to drive across twig like bridges over roaring waters… Here people swerve to avoid puddles.

Much to my surprise the road dropped off to become dirt. Ironic I was just thinking about dirt roads! No side walks, no huge complexes, no shopping centers, no bus stops. I started to get worried that I was going into some really rich guys drive way. Looking for an opportune spot to turn around I was having no luck as the trees were dense and thick next to my car, I had slowed down considerably and was watching my mirrors closely hoping the thicket would break soon so I could turn around. That is when it happened. I glanced at my gas meter, which had recently been on full. (I had just got paid! I was shopping of course I would fill 'er up!) I saw a car shaped box up ahead which I pulled into quickly. Turning off my car I jumped out cutting my leg on a branch.

"Damn that was smarts!" I said wiping the blood from my leg and wiping it on the grass next to me. Bent down is when I smelled it. Gas. Not mine! The cars! A second later I saw it pouring out of my car. The puddle was getting massive and I was worried things would get worse. I popped my trunk and rummaged about in it until I found my gas can… which of course was too tall to fit underneath my sports car low car.

Freaking out I grabbed my good 'ol swissy and started hacking it down to size to fit underneath the cunfuddled car. Getting dangerously close to the puddle I shoved the can under letting the light yellow liquid fill the hacked up gas can. The flow began to slow until it dripped in the nearly full red container. Getting annoyed at myself I back tracked. Ok, what the hell did I hit? Something big enough and strong enough to rip through my gas tank, because this flipping car is not old enough to have rusted through a gas tank already… Bloody car.

I pulled out my special edition tattooed pink with white flower Razr and flipped the gal open. No signal. 'NO SIGNAL?! Stupid T-Mobile, when the hell was my contract over again? Oh yea, two years. Shit. Ok, think, think, think, think, think, ow… ' I heard a noise off to my left. Creepy! I ducked behind my car watching intently. I stood slowly and peered over the silver roof.

"Hello? Is any one there?" I asked into the trees. Maybe they only speak Spanish, this wouldn't be my first time encountering this in So Cal. "Che! Alguien estan?" At that moment a squirrel graced my presence. Freaking out from its sudden appearance I jumped up onto the car. Laughing at myself I relaxed, crossing my legs and sitting atop of my car I began to think.

A faulty gas tank isn't such a big deal, I walk until I get signal or find someone who can lend me theirs call my friend for a ride, call a tow truck, and take it to a shop. Sure it meant one less pair of shoes but.. Oh well. Ok, so now which way to walk?

I had been driving a good 20 minutes in this here direction.. I wasn't much inclined to walk that far. But who knew how much further it would be until I stumbled across another human being going the way I was going. But I had a good hankerin' that this was a drive way to someone rich, maybe famous! Oooo! All the more reason to go this way! I just prayed it wasn't Mel Gibson's house, I saw that episode of South Park!

Ten Minutes Later

Still no signal, and my Havaianas were starting to make my feet sore. No human life either. A lot of squirrels though. The path was getting definably narrower starting to disprove my idea that this was a driveway of sorts. Up ahead I saw a clearing and heard shouts. Whoo hoo! Finally some life! I started to run and hop from log to log to get through this thick forest to the people. My stupid flip flop got caught up on a branch and I stumbled and tripped into the clearing with a bang as my body bounced off the ground and skidded into a dirt turn around in front of a ginourmous house/mansion. I never could tell the difference, especially when my face was getting thrashed about by my klutziness.

As luck would have it, my face broke my fall and I was face down in pebbles. I mumbled curses in a choice of three or four of the languages I knew trying to prop myself up on one elbow. Spitting out the pebbles and digging one out of my nose ("Now how did you get up there?") I shook my head as I heard foot steps coming towards me. I looked up at what appeared to be a man in a wig. "Oh god, I did end up at Mel's house!" I exclaimed falling back on my face.

So there she was! Chapter One! How boring I am, I can't aspire to be anything better, no self worth and all!! Plus I have big shoes to fill if you ever read Rachel and Vicki's stories PH 1, 2, & 3! I give them honorable mention!