"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate."

Chapter 1:

Jack Sparrow: "Do us a favor...I know it's hard...but stay here, and try not to do anything...stupid."

Author's Note: Okay, first of all, I'll be completely open about this. I write this in all intentions of it being a shameless self-insertion fic. It's just to get my mind out of this funk…I've got writers block for this certain section of my other PotC fic "FourSided Eyes". And since I'm in such a PotC mood…I can't write my Trigun fic…*sigh* So I resolve myself to this. If nothing else, I hope it gives you a laugh. And reviews wouldn't hurt either…but oh well. I don't expect this to receive much praise. It's just my distraction from homework and such. And I think it's rather funny. Stupid and pointless, hopelessly fluffy…but makes me snigger. And the chapters will hopefully correspond with noteable quotes from the movie. More fun that way, I suppose.

Disclaimer: And no, I do not happen to own PotC…if I did, would I be writing this? No! I'd be out there making another movie…or just hanging out with the cast and crew…

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Tall, dark, and handsome, all of these traits are supposedly part of the ideal man. And these three words, along with lots of other complementary ones, were easily in Daniel Leighton's description.

And for this very reason, half of the girls at his high school were desperately in love with him.

And the other half you might ask?

Well, they were obsessed.

So either way, Daniel Leighton had his pick of women…whoever he wanted to date, toy with, kiss, perhaps even more…would gladly do so within a heart beat. All he had to do was ask. The obsessed half would even dump any boy that was currently dating them with no qualms, while the other half would agree to do anything with Daniel and a bit of regret would be felt for the past boyfriend. Only a tidge of regret.

Well, there was one girl who had made up her mind to save certain things for her husband - and there were probably others too - but she was one of those girls who was not noticed so often, a bit on the quiet side. She had her moments of outburst…but those all happened when she was alone or at home. At school she never felt like she was important enough to take up anyone's time.

But on with the story.

With things in such a state, all of the boys largely worshipped the ground Daniel walked on - he could hook up his friends and followers with ease - or loathed him.

High school life was harsh, so is life, eh?

And it was under these circumstances that Amy got her real first shock in life. This was of course, to be followed with many more.

She had been minding her own business, dutifully going to class and in the back of her mind wishing that a boy would pay attention to her…most any boy would do. She certainly couldn't expect to have such high aspirations as…say…Daniel Leighton, but a girl could always dream, could she not?

"Amy?"

She was halted at the sound of a male voice…why would anyone talk to me? she questioned, but looked up. And instantly froze. Before her stood Daniel Leighton, in the flesh.

Her thoughts rambled on more. How in the world did I miss him? His throng of followers is so large and boisterous you'd hear them all the way across the school…

"Y-yes?" she managed to stutter, cursing herself inside for sounding so pathetic.

Daniel flashed one of his puddle-forming smiles and spoke to Amy again, a miracle in itself. "I know we haven't talked much, but I was wondering if you were doing anything this Friday night."

She stared blankly for a moment, then laughed nervously, putting a hand to the back of her head. "Well…I…I don't think I have anything planned. W-why do you ask?"

His smile turned more charming. Obviously he practiced this for hours in front of a mirror to get such perfection with only one attempt. "Some friends and I are going on a group date and I was wondering if you would like to go with me."

Oh sweet heavens…what am I to do?

"W-what are you doing on the group date?"

"We were planning on going to this new museum by the harbor and then out to dinner afterwards."

Amy made herself look like she was thinking this over…and well, she was. Mostly on just how to say 'yes' and not sound like a moron.

"I would be honored, Daniel," she said finally, smiling sweetly and hoping that she wouldn't faint on him.

"Great," Daniel's smile stayed at the same intensity and made the gathering crowd want to swoon. "Can I have your number then?"

"O-of course," she lost her composure for a moment. "Do you have a pen?"

"Yeah," he pulled one out of his pocket and reached into his brand name messenger bag, pulling out his planner.

She then said her phone number and hoped that she would be the one to answer it instead of her father. Daniel nodded to her and thanked her, then waved and moved on with his throng.

Amy only stood there in shock, grinning stupidly, unaware of the scowls and glares of the other girls, who had not been asked on a date by the one and only Daniel Leighton. She for one, still didn't comprehend that she'd just agreed to go on a date with the boy that every girl at her entire high school dreamed of even being near…let alone someone he thought valuable enough to date.

Friday…this Friday…I will be on a date with Daniel Leighton. But why? I'm… I'm not the type of girl he dates. He dates the pretty ones, the smart ones…the…rich ones. Anyone but me. She scanned herself over, then continued to her class, still in the daze. I'm not fat or anything, but I'm not Ms. Supermodel either. And…well…I have good enough grades, but definitely not a 4.0. Why would he even want to date me…why? She shook her head and tried to get to class on time, letting her mind continue to mull over the miraculous occurrence.

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The rest of the week ended up being a blur, the highlight of Wednesday being Daniel's call to confirm when he would be picking her up on Friday. Amy did her best to find a suitable outfit, makeup, jewelry, and hair-do, the works basically. She wanted to look and act her best. If at all possible…she'd like a kiss from Daniel too. But, her hopes only went so far.

A first kiss from Daniel Leighton would definitely be acceptable. Yes indeed…I just hope it's a romantic setting… Letting out a sigh, she sat down on her couch on the afternoon of the date, all dressed and rather restless to be certain. Daniel had said he'd pick her up at five, and it was getting to be four-thirty.

Only a half hour…and then I'll be on my first date. She sighed. Not only had she never been kissed, but she'd never been on a date. Sure, she'd hung out with her older brothers and their friends, but that wasn't quite the same thing. She was the only child at home, and her parents were forced to work a lot of hours, which meant lots of time by herself. She got her homework done, but still no one would be home. And so she found her joy in reading - after boring of TV very quickly - and writing little vignettes about nonsensical things or deep subjects on occasion.

Of course, her other real passion was one of the more recent movies…and a group of historical characters that had always sparked her interest.

Pirates.

Of the Caribbean to be exact.

She reveled in the genre…

If she could travel anywhere in the world, aside from Japan and it's wonderful scenic views of course, it would be the Caribbean. Just to view the world that those fantastic men and women lived and breathed in…

Sighing to herself, Amy let a smile come onto her face and closed her eyes at the several plots and short stories she'd begun, but never been able to finish. She never felt like she had it correct. Something was always missing…and her stories weren't very good either.

I may keep my nose in a book or at the computer screen, but I'm still not very good at the one thing I really enjoy. Oh well, at least I find some enjoyment in it. Though if this date doesn't work out, I can always go see Pirates again.

She smirked as the various scenes from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl raced through her head…

What I wouldn't give to be able to go to a reenactment even…just that little bit of reality would definitely give me the inspiration I need to make my stories perfect.

Amy opened her eyes and looked to the clock. She still had ten minutes before Daniel was to arrive. So her gaze fell to her backpack, which happened to be a yellow messenger bag. With "International Talk Like A Pirate Day - September 19" written on it. It was an opportunity she simply couldn't pass up.

"I guess I could do some homework…" she muttered to herself, then sighed. "I don't want to do homework…I'll have all of monotonous Saturday to do that…"

And so she lounged on her couch for the remaining ten minutes, and was thrilled and still a little apprehensive when the doorbell rang. Amy hurried over to it, then took a deep breath, straightened her "nice" causal outfit, and opened the door.

It was hard not to gasp as Daniel stood there, at her door and was smiling at her.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah," she said, and made sure her smile was at least somewhere near his. She put a hand on her purse, making sure it was there so she wouldn't be locked out when she got home.

Soon enough, Amy had gotten into the passenger seat of Daniel's Honda Civic and exchanged pleasant greetings with the couple in the back seat. The drive to the museum was pleasant, and Amy even began to get comfortable. She could handle this… nothing was going to go wrong.

Or so she thought.

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It seemed that fate was shining down very brilliantly on Amy, because the museum had an exhibit on pirates. Pirates! The very thing that she sucked up every bit of trivia, rumor, or fact. Anything and everything there was to know, she would search earnestly for. Daniel seemed slightly amused by how awed Amy was when they reached the pirate exhibit, and noticing that no one was anywhere near them in the museum, an idea seemed to cross his mind.

"How about we play a game, guys."

"What game?" asked Daniel's friend, Steve.

"Hide and go seek," he grinned.

Amy shrugged at the idea. "I guess it would be okay, but are you sure-"

"It'll be fun, Amy," Daniel put his arm around her shoulders, smiling and leaning closer.

She nearly collapsed.

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Daniel ended up being it and Steve, his date, and Amy all ran off in different directions to hide. Their dinner reservation wasn't until seven, so they still had a lot of time to burn.

Amy didn't pay attention to where the other couple was hiding, and hurried deeper into the pirate exhibit. Spotting a large treasure chest sitting inside a less lit exhibit. She glanced around, and then decided it was as good a place as any. So she hesitantly stepped over the flimsy barrier and rushed to the chest. Examining it, she found that if she curled up she could probably fit inside.

I don't know if this is such a great idea…but oh well. Daniel will find me soon if I don't hurry up and find a hiding spot. So she stepped in, curled up and closed the lid.

Unfortunately, it slammed shut…and she heard something that sounded suspiciously like a latch close.

Uh oh…she began to breathe deeply, hoping to keep herself calm. I knew this wasn't a smart idea…but…now? I'm trapped in a treasure chest in a museum with the most desirable guy in my entire high school out looking for me…and he happens to be my date for the evening. Great. Just great.

The darkness and small amount of space she had to move in began to heighten her anxiety. Can't think about it…can't think about…

Amy began to get drowsy, and despite all of her valiant efforts to stay awake, unconsciousness won out.