Author's Note: Well hello there, people! And thank you for choosing HappyBunny1's fanfiction this evening. Before I begin to tell my tale of pirates and gold, first let me say that if any of you feel it's necessary to know what happened in the first So Much Fun, Samantha and Danielle went to sleep one night and they both woke up in the Caribbean near the beginning of the movie. Danielle hangs out with the bad guys the whole time and Samantha hangs out with the good guys. The two girls never see each other any time in my story. But at the end, they wake up. It was only a dream, but they never told each other about the dream, and they had a few little trinkets with them as well (read the last chapter if your confused). And now, 2 years later, is where the sequel begins. Please review! By the way, this is not only a sequel to my story, it's also a sequel to the movie in general (obviously).

Full Summary: It's been 2 years since the whole 'dream' incident happened and now Samantha and Danielle have resumed their lives. One night, they go out to a local bar with their boyfriends and they get into a bar fight. Samantha and Danielle both get kicked out. On the drive home, they get into a horrible car accident and they are knocked unconsious. They then find themselves back in the Caribbean. But now, since the end of the movie and my story, many things have changed that need to be fixed...

So Much Fun II: Back to the Caribbean

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Hmm, where to begin, where to begin. Ah yes! I'll begin at the obvious place: the beginning...

As you may or may not know, once Samantha and Danielle woke up from their little dreamland adventures, they acquired, shall we say, souvenirs? Samantha found a coin in her pocket, the coin that she had taken from the vast treasures in the Isla de Muerte. And then Danielle, poor girl, found Ragetti's wooden eye in her pocket, the one she helped him find in the prison back at Port Royal. And since then, seeing that the girls never told each other about their little excursions, they resumed their lives.

They've grown a little over the two years, to say the least.

Samantha still has her brown hair but now it's maybe an inch or two past her ears. Her slight tan has never disappeared and she still has those piercing blue eyes. She's mellowed out somewhat, but that bad temper has never quite disappeared. There are still those times when her anger will reach a boiling point. But that's only happened twice since Will left her at the Isla de Muerte, so there's really nothing to worry about. And she still has that... odd side to her.

And I can't forget to mention she has a boyfriend named Joey. After her dream, her taste in men changed... a lot. She's now 'into' guys with dark, semi-long hair. Yes, that's right, guys that look eerily similar to... Jack Sparrow. Even Danielle pointed it out once, but Samantha said it was just a coincidence. Not really. But she just gravitated to men that looked like the pirate who saved her life. She never really took time to examine the fact that she had something like a school-girl crush on Jack Sparrow. But why would she? He was just a dream, right?

Danielle has grown as well. And when I say "grown", I mean her personality traits have "grown". Her hyper, goofy, and obsessive demeanor have become more noticable and she still has that really bad habit of opening her mouth at the worst times and not thinking before the words just fly out of her mouth. But she still looks like the same ol' Danielle we know and love. Her orange, messy hair is still short and choppy, but one night she made the interesting mistake of putting red streaks in it.

Danielle has a boyfriend as well. He has a-little-below-the-ear, slightly curly, brown hair and Danielle LOVES when he puts it in a ponytail so he looks just like, yes, I know you've guessed it, Will Turner. And let me tell you, she has made it no secret that she thinks he's 'hott'. She'll sometimes comment on how she misses him, but when she realizes her mistake, she'll quickly take it back before everyone gets confused.

So now that I think about it, they haven't really changed THAT much.

Well, on this summer evening, June 15, the girls and their boyfriends decided to go out for Danielle's twenty-fifth birthday. It was just going to be a small treat, and since Danielle decided where they were going to go, she picked a local tavern about a mile or two away called the Grim Corner. She said it sounded "piratey and cool".

"C'mon Sammi! Hurry up! The boys are already in the car!" Danielle cried from the door to the girls' apartment. She was leaning on the door frame. She was wearing a pair of black baggy pants with a a bright yellow tank top and green sneakers. Her arms were folded neatly across her chest and she looked just a tad annoyed.

"I'm coming! Hang on! I'm trying to find my ring!" came the call from the Samantha's bedroom. She was hurriedly searching her dresser drawers for the ring, the ring which her grandmother gave her only six months earlier when SHE turned twenty-five.

"I'm such a dumbass." Samantha mumbled as she suddenly remembered where she put the ring. She walked to a small porcelain jewelry box that sat on her bedstand. The jewelry box was something she was given by her grandmother when she was sixteen. Her grandmother always spoiled her with gifts, considering Samantha was her only grandchild. She slowly lifted the lid and inside sat a few old necklaces, a gold coin, and a ring, the ring her grandmother once owned. The ring was gold and in the center sat a beautiful sapphire. And in the very center of the sapphire was a diamond. It was the most expensive piece of jewelry Samantha had ever owned, and she took very good care of it. She grabbed the ring and slipped it on her right middle finger.

"Samantha Marie Linvell!" Danielle yelled.

"Danielle! Shut UP, I'm coming!" Samantha screeched back. Just because it was Danielle's twenty-fifth birthday didn't mean she had the right to use Samantha's full name, which she despised.

Just before Samantha put the lid back on the box, she paused. The gold coin had caught her eye. She smiled for a moment, remembering how she got it. She remembered how she tripped over the leg of the coffee table that morning nearly two years ago and how she found that gold coin just sitting there in her pocket. She remembered how it got there and how Jack-

"Samantha! If I have to come in there, I'm gonna-"

"You're gonna what?" Samantha said as she walked out of her bedroom with her purse and, of course, her ring on. "You're gonna kick my ass?" she said jokingly with a smile on her face. She was wearing a blue one- shoulder tank top with a pair black sneakers and gray pants with holes in the knees. She loved her pants. She has had them for years.

The girls closed and locked the door, went down a flight of stairs, and then they went outside to Samantha's red Sable, which their boyfriends were already sitting in.

Then they were off to the tavern... the Grim Corner. I suppose that's about as "piratey and cool" as a tavern could get nowadays.

Samantha opened the door to the bar and peered inside. It was a generally small bar and there was a cloud of cigarette smoke that hovered just above the heads of some of the customers. There was a long tale to the side of the room, and the bartender was behind it. Then there were square tables in the middle of the room where some people were sitting and a few pool tables were in the far back of the room. It really was a grim corner.

One woman in particular, who was sitting with some friends at a table near the pool tables, caught Samantha's eye. She was big and burly and seemed like she could severely kick Samantha's ass.

Danielle shoved her inside and behind the two girls were Joey and Brian.

They all went to a pool table and Samantha's eye twitched when they came to the pool table near where the ass-kicking woman was.

"I'll get us some drinks." Joey smiled as he waltzed away to the bar. Samantha was perfectly fine with drinking on this night. It was Danielle's birthday, so why not indulge? Oh, wait, you don't know why Samantha doesn't drink, do you? Whenever she gets drunk, she gets violent and mean and usually doesn't remember much in the morning. But she figured that she could handle herself this night.

Ehhh, no.

But for now, let's just say that all four of them had a great time drinking and playing pool. The big woman had eyed Samantha several times in a very very evil manner. It was something that would scare even a man.

Samantha was on her third beer. She was extremely drunk by now and it was her turn. She grabbed the pool stick from Joey, who just let her take it. He knew how she could be. She was mumbling something about "hitting the little ball with the long stick" when she pulled back her arm and the end of the pool stick hit something. She sobered up just anough to realize that the big woman was at the table right there behind her.

Samantha turned around to see the evil glare of this woman, who was sitting at her seat, her body slightly turned towards Samantha.

"Is there some kind of... problem here." the woman growled.

"Heh, sorry about that. Didn't know you were there." Samantha might've been drunk, but this was one woman she seriously didn't want to take on.

"Make sure it doesn't happen again, sweetheart." she said sarcastically.

"Gee frickin' gosh, lady. I said I was sorry." Samantha said as she put down her pool stick on the pool table.

"And I said it better not happen again. And now you can pay for my drink, too." the woman said as she stood up. She towered over Samantha.

By now, Danielle, Joey, and Brian were getting nervous. Not because they might get hurt, but because this woman was about to open a serious can of whoop-ass on poor, drunk Samantha.

"Samantha, just let it go." Danielle whispered into Samantha's ear.

"No!" Samantha said rather loudly, catching the attention of many of the people within the bar. "I SAID I was sorry, but I GUESS that's not good enough." Then Samantha turned back to the woman (who she was seeing two of at this point), who had her fists balled up. "How's about I hit you in the head again with the pool stick, then I can buy drinks for you AND all your lil buddies!"

That's when the woman hauled off and punched Samantha right in the face. Samantha stumbled backwards and hit the pool table. "Whoa-ly shit." she mumbled as she hit the ground. Samantha's face hurt. BAD.

Joey and Brian were about to get involved when Danielle stepped in front of them. "WHAT THE HELL!" she yelled out to the woman. "You didn't have to hit her!! She's just drunk!! What's your damn problem?!?"

That's when the bartender got involved. He was big and burly, just like the woman, perhaps they were brother and sister... "Alright now, you four-- get out." she said as he motioned to Danielle, Brian, Joey, and the still- on-the-ground Samantha.

Samantha was about to protest when Danielle grabbed her by the shoulders and practically dragged her out.

"Go to hell!" the burly woman yelled from the back of the bar as the four left.

"I'll see you there!" Samantha yelled back as she saluted her and then finally disappeared through the door.

Danielle was very upset that the boys didn't defend them. She said they should've showed their male dominance by stepping in and rescuing their "damsels in distress".

All four of them were really drunk, but when Joey and Brian get drunk they get dazed or just pass out. Maybe that's why they were unable to save their "damsels in distress". But still, there's really no excuse... Well, maybe a little...

So Danielle was now driving. The boys were in the back, passed out. Samantha was in the front with a bloody lip and Danielle was driving. But out of the four, she was the best choice for a designated driver, I must say.

There was silence in the car the entire ride home, well, as far as they got there was silence.

Danielle was coming up to an intersection when the light turned yellow. She sped up and thought she could make it, but she went through the red light.

That's when it happened.

Another car, with a driver just as drunk as Danielle ran his red light as well, since it didn't change just yet. The car, a little yellow mustang, hit the passenger side of the little red car.

The boys woke up. The girls screamed. Then everything went into slow motion.

Danielle was wearing her seatbelt but Samantha wasn't and so her body collided with Danielle's with such a force that you'd swear you heard their bones crack. Both girls were knocked unconsious.

In the back, both boys were wearing their seatbelts. They were never knocked unconsious. They were just trapped right next to each other since the mustang dented both of the right doors to the car.

They tried to wake up the girls, but there really wasn't much they could do since they were stuck.

Samantha and Danielle never knew that what was awaiting them next was an unforgettable adventure...

But of course they would be put into the line of fire and into complete and total daner almost certain death. They didn't know that though, so perhaps it's better that way...

Author's Note: Never heard of "whoa-ly shit" before? Lol. It's a mix between "whoa" and "holy shit". I say it all the time. OK, anywho, review please. Even though this chapter may seem boring (but it will get better!), please review.