Chapter One – Eighteen Ninety-nine
What he knows, though he can't explain why:
18.99! Hat, pistol, sword and rum bottle included!
What he remembers, though he can't remember when:
The world lurches, and: "Eighteen ninety-nine? Brilliant! I didn't even know they made these – and his hat's included! Grab my wallet out of my pack, will you?" Blurred blue eyes align with his. He cannot help but return the stare.
"Fantastic! He even looks like him!"
What he sees, though he can't believe how:
Walls of white are thrown up on all sides of him, and a coil of paper that is nearly his size is shaken down inside the white just to his left. His center of gravity shifts unpleasantly, and he feels as though he is being swung like a pendulum. He strains to hear, and as the light shifts and becomes brighter, he thinks that he hears a woman laughing.
A tinkle of fine metal on metal, and suddenly the air is dim and cool and he is still. There is one slam and after a pause there is another. He is moved and brought into the light again.
A face – the same one as before and undeniably that of a young woman – looms before him. He tries to extract features, but the vision is oddly out of focus, and he can only discern blue smudges of eyes and a red, heart-shaped mouth. If not for the paralysis that he cannot explain, Jack Sparrow, pirate, might have smiled. She does.
Author's Note – This story is inspired by The Incredibles movie which inspired me to watch the Toy Story movie (again) which inspired me to take a critical look at the Jack Sparrow action figure propped up beside my computer screen. I know what he's thinking.
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