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Forgive any language butchering...I'm not so good at pirate lol. May contain DMC spoilers.
The begining
Chapter 1: Fiona
"Morning." Fiona thought staring up at her white ceiling and frowning in thought as the rays of the sunlight hit her face. She sat up with a groan and glanced around the familiar room in thought. Her canopy bed was a mess of blues, orchids, and blacks which used to serve as her bedding, one pillow was thrown on the dark blue shag carpet and the other four were scattered around her body. Fiona hadn't slept well that night and she was still very irritable that next morning. Contrary to belief even if her family were related to a gypsy tribe that had moved to America many centuries ago she did not decorate her room as the rest of her family did, it looked more like a circus act lived in her room. Everything was draped in bright colors across her room, the wooden furniture was a dark wood and clashed nicely with the rest of the bright colors in her room. She had always found colors an interest to her and nothing ever matched her or her room. Her entire family avoided her room like the plague which gave her the privacy she so desired.
Fiona had a large family that all lived in the one large house they had shared since she was little, the family consisted of her parents, six siblings, three aunts and uncles and their twelve children combined and then a few others, she was the oldest and because of this got the privacy she desired. She was not fond of her younger family members because all they seemed to do was bicker and whine about what one or the other was doing. Fiona had just wished to get away from it all and be done, but found each attempt she would try she would miss them and return home.
"Fiona Maria Zippora…get yourself out of bed!" came the all too familiar voice of Fiona's grandmother who found her late afternoon mornings to be a nuisance when the rest of her family were already around by then.
"Right Grandma!" called Fiona glaring at her room and sighing. "I need to play around with those old Gypsy spell books she gave me…maybe I can get myself a little bit of an adventure out of my boring existence." She thought crawling from her bed and immediately yelping in surprise at the loud hiss that came from the black long haired fluff ball on her floor. "Stupid cat." She thought removing her foot from the cats' tail and ignoring the glaring yellow eyes following her to her bathroom.
Fiona promptly slammed the door of her bathroom and ignored the counter full of perfumes and bubble baths walking into the violet tiled shower and immediately allowing the water to flow down her annoyed stiff body. Her bathroom was decorated in violets, gold's, and turquoise obviously nobody approved of this color combo but herself. She made her way out of the shower grabbing a large turquoise towel and wrapping it around her getting a good look at her reflection. She was rather pretty with the waist length straight fine raven hair and dark brown eyes, her skin a rich tan and somewhat on the comfortably thin and muscular side. She had always enjoyed picking up odd skills to do when she found the time, to date she had participated in archery, sword fighting, karate, dancing, gymnastics and a few other odd things, but never stuck with one long enough to finish. Her knowledge was all pretty basic and she liked it that way.
"Fiona…get a grip." She muttered to herself walking into a rather unorganized walk in closet and quickly scrounging around her wardrobe for something she found interesting that afternoon. She finally found a pair of black bellbottom jeans wrapping a tri-colored gold, violet and black sash around her waist and pulling on a long sleeved dark purple peasant top. She was satisfied with her choice of clothing grabbing her black suede boots and literally tumbling from the closet with a grunt. "Earrings." She hissed managing to climb to her knees and crawl over to her jewelry box or rather corner she had tossed most jewelry she owned around in that one spot. She found her favorite gold earring hoops and then was out in the hall of her large two story house, swearing as the two youngest of her family members collided into her during a game of tag. "You little brats." She growled as both small figures ran for their lives recognizing the bad temper that came with little sleep all to well.
Fiona went down the stairs and immediately made her way to the overly bright yellow kitchen decorated in greens and whites. "They say my color taste is bad." She thought ignoring the chipper kitchen and grabbing her scrambled eggs and toast ignoring the odd look she received from all the people standing around her. "Yes?" she thought glaring at each family member too tired to register any of their faces. She then promptly grabbed her bottle of orange juice, bottle of soda she would need later and headed back up the creaking brown wood staircase into her room. "Finally." She thought flopping in the middle of her room and ignoring the black cat that hissed at her from her bed sensing her mood swing that morning.
"Shut up Duchess." Snapped Fiona seeing yellow eyes glaring at her in rage at the indignant order. "Books…where are those things?" she muttered staring under her dresser, bed, desk and finally finding her irritated cat laying on them. "Cat, I love you a great deal but if you so much as raise a claw…I'll turn you into a soft carpet." She threatened seeing the Duchess hunch up with a hiss and run across the bed lying on a mound of unmade linens. "Smart kitty." She thought smiling and returning to her breakfast reading over the book for probably the tenth time since her grandmother insisted on her learning the old ways of her former Gypsy heritage. "Music or movie?" she thought looking from a soundtrack and to the movie she was debating on. Both were Pirates of the Caribbean related and she had watched and listened to both so much she was sure her parents would ban them from her existence if possible.
Fiona put in the music tossing the DVD onto her bed with a sigh, she then collected the book and started reading murmuring through the book as she went. "Spell to Make…a desire known?" she thought concentrating on the book and smiling in thought before shaking her head and sighing miserably. She glanced around her room and smelled something odd noting Duchess had again singed her tail on her incense burner and groaned at the loud yowl that accompanied after she noticed this issue. "Stupid cat." She thought waiting for the smell of burned fur to pass seeing Duchess had irritably returned to perching on her bed. Fiona heard a riot outside her room in the hall meaning all the kids were again playing some game and would not quiet down for the next six hours as always, which promptly made her turn up the soundtrack and smile returning to the book.
"I wonder what would happen if I did recite this?" Fiona thought as an odd glint of mischief appeared in her dark eyes giving her a maniacal effect, which made Duchess hiss and duck under her bed. "Duchess…why do you insist on being my cat? We've hated each other since mom bought you." I muttered receiving a yowl in turn and seeing yellow eyes narrowed in my direction. "I love cats but you…I could stand to do without." She thought rolling her eyes at the annoyed looking cat and reading over the spell thoughtfully wrinkling her nose as the cat walked across her lap and started to purr. "Eat it then." She muttered ignoring the cat who went to eating what was left of her breakfast knowing that was the only reason she had gotten the sudden affection.
Fiona sighed miserably and ignored Duchess reading over the page three more times before shrugging and calling out the spell in a low eerie voice. "Nothing happened." She thought with a scowl tossing her book onto the bed and standing feeling tired and glancing at her clock. It was about two in the afternoon and she was fighting to stay awake so she easily flopped onto her bed and closed her eyes not aware of the weird spiraling sensation her room was currently going in. Duchess gave of a faint hiss at the odd colors swirling in the room and ducked under the bed with a yowl of protest.
"GIBBS!" yelled Jack from the helm as they were avoiding a collision with a cliff during a rather hefty storm.
"Yes cap'ain?" Gibb's questioned noting Jack was thoroughly irritated with the storm but remained in control as always.
"What was that splash sound?" he questioned noting the storm was starting to let up and hearing a relieved cheer sound across the Black Pearl. "Check to see if all hands are on deck still and make sure no one was lost." He muttered seeing the man disappear across the deck for a head count and smirking as the sun started to peek through the disappearing storm clouds. "That was interesting…Cotton take over." He said walking very easily in his drunken swagger across the ship shaking out his wet coat and brushing off his tri-corner hat. His hair was soaked the beads laced in the dreadlocks barely making any of the familiar noise and then he glanced over seeing two of his crew staring over the side.
"Cap'ain…a drifter." Called Anna-Maria as she motioned for Marty to go find Gibbs and saw Jack swagger over glancing down into the water.
"Get me the hell out!" yelled a very confused sounding Fiona glaring around the still raging water at the black ship before her. "This can't be happening." She muttered cursing herself and her grandmother for ever lying eyes on that damn spell book. "Wait a minute isn't that…no way." She thought startled to see a form on the deck of the ship drop his effects into another forms hands and jump overboard. "Huh?" she murmured startled when an arm was wrapped around her waist.
"Toss me a line!" called Jack eyeing the dark haired form he had a grip on for a moment seeing Anna-Maria do as asked. "Hold on." He instructed feeling arms wrap hesitantly around him and meeting curiously shocked brown eyes. "Pull!" he called and soon Fiona found herself on the deck of the Black Pearl still clinging to none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.