(AN) Yay! Pirates of the Caribbean! Well, this is my first Pirates story, and really my first one here. I really hope you enjoy it! And just tell me when something is just bothering you really bad, and I'll try to fix it, or…dun dun daaa! Just let you suffer until I explain.

Well, I'll leave you alone now and let you read.

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Oh yeah! Don't own Jack Sparrow…though that would be…interesting. Meg is mine, and I think just about everyone else is too…I think….

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Fire Walled

"You!….aahh!", Megan Crenshaw said in exasperation. She was seriously tempted to throw her computer across the room. "What do you mean "fire walled"! I can't be fire walled! Why would I be! Why are you not working! Why won't you just let me on the internet so I can do my stuff and get on with my life! I'm never going to get my story done, much less start it!" she looked at the computer intensely, daring it to pop up another window saying there was another thing wrong with her computer…it did. "AAAHHHH!" she screamed at her computer as if it would help, well it did make her feel better, a little.

Everyone of her friends had written a story about Pirates of the Caribbean, she was the only one not to write a story in a year. Well the only story she had ever really finished was in second grade , it was only five lines long.

"I want to write something. But…ah, I don't know."

The phone rang, making her jump.

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "Mom and Dad will get it."

The door opened abruptly. Her dad stood in the doorway, "Meg, It's for you."

"Who is it?"

"It's Jane"

"Oh, ok." she got up from her computer, picked up her phone, and gave her dad a nod. "Hey, what's up?"

"Not much." Jane's voice was monotone

"Soo…" Meg instinctively started walking around her room, and tried for the obvious, it worked most times, "You didn't have a good day?"

"That's an understatement." Jane's voice suddenly had a little more life in it as she described her day to her friend.

"Then my mom says this totally off the wall thing that is just totally wrong, it isn't even worth repeating. Ah, she said that," Meg had to smile a bit at her friend's contradiction, "And then what she did, ooh." her friend growled into the phone.

"Well you know what happened to me?" Meg said, deciding to cut in, "I got fire walled."

She now had her friend's attention, "You got what?"

"Fire walled." Meg said simply and calmly.

"Why?"

"I don't know. I tried to get on the internet and a little screen popped up saying that my computer had tried to get on the internet, but was fire walled. It was then that I screamed at my computer."

"Well, you seem fine now." her friend said sarcastically.

"Well, I'm over it now. I think." she heard her friend chuckle. She had accomplished her goal. "I wanted to write something, a story, and I wanted to get on the internet so I could get some ideas, but now I obviously can't. Oh well. Ow!"

"What?"

"Stupid chair! I stubbed my toe. Ow! It really hurts."

"Well, that's your own fault." Jane said matter-of-factly

"Thanks for your sympathy." Meg said while she flopped onto her bed. "Ow!"

"What now?"

"Well, o- concerned one, my necklace just stabbed me. That really hurt." she said while rubbing the back of her neck.

"Well it couldn't be that big, or hurt that much."

She gave her friend a look that would have been meaningful had her friend been present, "It's about two inches long. It looks sort of like a column, and it has these little swirls all over it."

"Gold or silver?"

"Silver."

"Good choice."

"I didn't chose it. I've just always had it."

"Well who gave it to you?"

"Well…" Meg's mom, a full-blooded Korean woman, burst in the door.

"Meg, It's time to get off now. You have school in the morning."

"Just a sec Jane," she put her hand over the receiver to give a little privacy and turned to her mom, her long brown-red hair swaying with her abrupt movement "It's only nine." she whined, hoping to find some sympathy. She didn't.

"Do you have all your homework done?" her mother asked raising her eyebrows.

Meg grimaced at the question, "No."

"Well then.." her mother planted herself in her doorway, not moving until meg said a hurried goodbye to Jane and shared a quick laugh, and hung up. "I suggest you get started on your homework, I got a call from one of your teachers today. Said you were falling behind, daydreaming." To put emphasis on the accusation, her mother put her hands on her hips.

Reluctantly, Meg pulled out her Calculus book onto her bed, she adjusted her pillows, and looked at the fifty-some-odd questions she had yet to start on. She gave her mother a meaningful look, with her deep brown eyes flaring just as her mother's, and the "Indomitable Hun" left.

When she had reached question twenty-five she rubbed her eyes and glanced at her watch, it was 11:34. She adjusted her long sleeves, and pulled her jeans down so they were comfortable again. "This is taking way too long. Well I already have half of them done. It's better than what I started out with. If I do two more I can say that I did more than half the assignment." she smiled at the suggestion, "Well the numbers are getting a little fuzzy." She did the two other problems, got up and changed into some sweats, climbed into her covers, and drifted off to sleep.

She dreamt, as always, of the sea. This time she was floating above it. Soaring over the water like a bird in a silken white gown. A couple of quick turns, and a few barrel rolls made her heart race. She decided to test the water. A quick dip told her it was delightfully warm. It was time for a swim. She ducked into the water and moved with the grace of a mermaid. She chuckled to herself, her heart overflowing with delight. She spun and did a few more barrel rolls, and some other moves of her own invention. With a grin, she soared upward, shooting out of the water and into the beautiful, bright, blue sky. She dared herself to go faster until everything was a blur. She closed her eyes to relish the moment.

Black. She didn't trust black. Her eyes quickly fluttered open, hoping to see the bright blue sky still rushing toward her.

Black.

She closed her eyes tightly, hoping it would make a difference. It didn't.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears. Panic overwhelmed her. She tried to soar like she did out of the water, to escape the darkness that seemed to inch closer. She tried to push herself faster, but the blackness wouldn't move. She felt something hot against her chest. She looked down and her breath caught as she saw her necklace began to glow. She could feel the blackness pressing in all around her, making it hard to breathe.

The necklace got brighter still. The intricate swirling design was no longer visible due to the light it was emitting.

She had to get it off. It seemed to be the only thing that was keeping her alive, her "life line". But her "life line" was also hurting her. She grabbed it with her right hand to try and rip it off, but she couldn't break the chain. No matter how hard she pulled, the seemingly thin chain was too strong.

The necklace became rapidly scorching, in both light and heat.

It was burning her hand. She tried to let go of the seemingly molten silver, but she couldn't. Her hand wouldn't let go, and neither would the silver.

She screamed out in pain, and the blackness seemed ever closer. She closed her eyes, and started to cry. As the tears fell, she felt overwhelming heat rush over her body. She opened her eyes and saw flames everywhere. She wasn't concerned with her hand anymore. She could feel her entire body being consumed in the inferno.

Her tears poured out more furiously than before, trying to soothe away the burns.

She ran. She had to get out of this…what ever it was. Her bare feel felt like they were running on lava. She shut her eyes to protect them from the heat.

She could feel consciousness slipping away in the midst of the pain, "No" she whispered, pushing away the feeling.

Suddenly the floor of lava fell beneath her, and she found herself falling through the sky.

She hit water with an impact that made her whole body spasm. The water was warm, but still cold in comparison to the fire she had just been in. Her eyes now open, trying to find what way was up, were stung by the salt in the water. "Ok, I'm in an ocean. That's a start." she thought to herself. She kept her eyes open to see, and was relieved to find both her hands free. Her hand still hurt quite a bit, but she could wait to deal with that later. What she really needed now was air, and fast. Her lungs burned for air. She used her arms and legs to push herself towards the surface.

When her head broke through the surface, she choked on the water she had swallowed while trying to get air in, she didn't remember swallowing that much water. She finally cleared her lungs and tried to get her bearings.

She saw no land. Only sea. She could hold up in the water, but for how long? She turned around to look for maybe some debris somewhere, anything that would help. She saw wood. Lots of wood. A ship coming straight towards her. She tried to scream, do anything. But the boat passed her and the wake of the ship overwhelmed her, she screamed before going under.

"Man overboard!" someone from the ship had seen her.

"Throw over the rope!"

She bobbed back up in time to see a rope near her and she grabbed it, holding on for all she was worth. She was quickly pulled onto the deck and found herself surrounded by uniformed sailors, when she finished coughing up the remaining seawater still in her lungs, she was taken to a room by two of the larger marines. The room was very well to do. Neat and orderly, she guessed it was the Captain's quarters. The two marines stood rigidly on either side of her. The door opened, letting in a slight breeze, making her shiver. She felt something drop onto her shoulders, a uniform coat.

"That will keep you warm until we find some dry clothes for you." said a voice behind her.

She turned, and she saw a man with a squared face with a white wig, rigid shoulders, in uniform dress and had a sword at his side. "The Captain" she thought to herself.

"At ease" he murmured to the sailors, and their posture relaxed. He settled standing in front of her. "I am Captain David Royal, the commander of this ship, the Winged Stallion, the fastest ship in the Caribbean. Would you like to inform me what you were doing in the middle of the Caribbean Sea? Ms…"

Megan waited for the information to sink in. I'm in the Caribbean. On a ship. Dreaming? She noticed the Captain still staring at her and decided it would be best to answer. " My name is Megan Crenshaw. I don't know what I am doing here. What time is it Captain?"

Captain Royal looked surprised and slightly flustered, "Well, it is about 7:00 am Ms. Crenshaw."

"Oh no, I'm sorry," Meg said, giving a nervous smile, "I mean what is the date?"

"April 8th, 1743." he was still obviously confused. "So you have no idea how you got out here?"

"No, absolutely no idea Captain."

The Captain gave a suspicious look to her attire. The silken white gown didn't look like any undergarment he had ever seen. She was clutching her right hand rather tightly, "Ms. Crenshaw, this ship is on a very important errand. We cannot afford any delays. If you hadn't caught the rope we threw you, we would have left you. We have tried to keep our mission secret as there are those who would rather us not to keep what we have acquired. I do not trust you Ms. Crenshaw, you should know this. Assassins come in all types these days and we are not ruling out any options. Due to our situation, you will have to stay in this office for the remainder of the voyage. When we come into port, we will take you to our authorities and get this whole matter sorted out. Is that agreeable?"

Knowing the question was a statement, she nodded. The captain turned to leave. "Clean clothes will be sent down for you to change." he opened the door ready to leave.

"Captain." Meg hoped to ask one more question. He halted and turned. "What is this ship carrying?"

"I am sorry Ms. Crenshaw, I am not at liberty to discuss that matter with you." he turned to the two marines and whispered something to them. They nodded, and followed him out the door.

She took time to survey the room. The beautiful desk was by far the center point. She then took a look at the maps on the desk and she was startled by a knock on the door. "Um. Yes?"

The door opened revealing a small man carrying some linens, "These be your clothes miss. Not much I'm afraid, but they'll 'ave to do till we get to port." he gave an apologetic smile, put the clothes on the desk and left promptly.

"Thank you." she half yelled to the sailor, trying to catch him before the door closed. She turned to the clothes, and lifted one up. It looked like a night gown. Well, it was better than being wet. She changed into it, then noticed that there were several others. She arched her brow at them. Do I layer them? She shrugged and tried it. When she was done it almost looked like a respectable dress. Almost. Well maybe in 1743.

She saw a mirror on the wall and looked herself over. Well, it would have to work for now. She could do nothing with the "dress", and she had no shoes. She started to toy with her long brown hair when the ship pitched and rocked wildly, almost toppling her over. She steadied her self and looked around the cabin. "What is going on?" She heard the crew stomping on the deck. She recognized Captain Royal's voice bellowing out orders. The noise elevated steadily with gunshots and the clanging of swords. More yelling.

Meg went to the door and pushed, just to peak out. She found the door entirely unguarded. She wrinkled her brow, That's not right. Confused, she stepped out onto the deck and her eyes turned to look behind her. And ducked in time to miss the sharp end of a sword. She turned to dodge the man's second attack and ran. Between trying to duck swords and men, she was looking for a place to hide.

She stumbled on a door hidden in the deck, and opened it hurriedly, ducking inside. She felt along the wall for a light switch, then remembered she was on a ship in the Caribbean, in the 1700's, and they had no light switches. When she surveyed the room there was little light. The room was clean and bare except for a table with a sphere on it. Meg walked forward and touched it and light seared through the room, blinding her. Suddenly the door opened and men came pouring through it. Ok, not a good place to hide. She threw herself against a wall and the first chance she got she ran out of the room. The battle was still raging on deck, she caught a glimpse of a pirate flag, and ran some more. She finally found a quiet room to hide in below deck and stayed there.

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The battle had lasted for the better part of the day and Captain Jack Sparrow was pleased at how his men handled it. He had not lost one man. They were still new, but had proved themselves quite worthy. He stepped onto the Black Pearl and hoisted up the sphere. The cheer from the crew was tremendous. "Now men, the battle was long, and hard." he paused for effect, "but here it is mates!" a thunderous roar arose from the crew. Showing off his prize for the day he walked back to his cabin, down below, to further examine the sphere. He ran his hands over it focusing on the tiny, intricate swirls…he felt the crew's eyes on him. He turned swiftly, "Stow the guns and get ready to sail!" He turned to Andrew Bennings, his first mate at the helm, "Head for the cave. We need to fill up 'afore we move on."

Andrew nodded, "Aye Captain."

He changed course his, and went to the helm, "Good day today wasn't it?" he said with a grin.

His first mate ran his hand in his short blonde hair and chuckled a bit, "Yes sir."

"Well fine then. Don't be good for any conversation."

"Sir, you don't want to converse. You want to brag."

Sparrow looked at him. Raising his eyebrow slightly, "What's your point?"

His first mate laughed, "Nothing Sir."

"Good then. That's what I thought." he turned to his cabin, "Continue with the steering of this fine ship Mr. Andrew." and with that he went down below.

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Meg hadn't heard any noise for quite some time and was beginning to get worried. She left her hiding place in a corner, and began to look around the dark room. There was a desk. Is this the Captain's cabin? The structure is different. But it is dark. I could just be imagining things. She heard a shout that made her jump. Is it over? She debated going back out. There would probably be guards there again. Well, at least I would know everything is alright. She finally got up the courage to look and went to the door.

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Jack could hardly wait to get in the privacy of his cabin. He still had much to figure out. Finding treasure was not as easy as it all sounded. There was something secret in this sphere and he was going to find it, with out destroying the sphere of course. The sphere itself was pure gold. How much gold? Jack contemplated this as he quickened his pace to his cabin and entered the room.

"Uh!" He crashed into something and fell on the floor. Luckily something broke his fall…and it was moving.

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Something was on her! She quickly put together that it was not Captain Royal. It reeked of rum. She squirmed out from under the thing and realized it was moving.

"Aaahhhhhhhh!" She scurried till her back was against the bulkhead, and let out a blood curdling scream as the thing got up.

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He plugged his ears and let out a yell of his own. He looked at the dark lump on his floor, " Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?!"

(AN) Bwa ha ha ha! Not so evil cliff hanger! Yeah. Thanks for reading! There is lots more on the way! Review! They make me type faster. And update faster….and fix things…and make them better…so yeah! You get the point.

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Thanks a tush load! *gives out hugs, and the really cool pics of Jack Sparrow, and runs off to type more*