Title - It's hard to find a friend

Summary - Frankie and Effy get dragged by Tia Dalma into the movie when she insists that Jack and Barbossa need the help. Why? They managed perfectly well on their own in the films.
(Not as bad as it sounds. I hope)

Chapter title - Wanted

Author - Billiebumface (Me)

Disclaimer - I do not in any way shape or form own anything to do with pirates of the Caribbean. I do however own Frankie and Effy and anything that they do and most things they say, although they do occasionally tend to steal lines for their own amusement.

A/n - I know there are lots of these teens in the movie fics but I felt like doing one. Hopefully it won't end up full of Jack falling for the girl for no reason and lots of Betty Sue's. And no it's not a self insert.

-C.1-

Most teenagers have, at some point, wished for a different life. Whether it be due to school, college, jobs or family etc etc. However most teenagers don't spend every last ounce of energy they have hoping, wishing, dreaming and sometimes even praying for a different life. I did. I would've given anything to change my life, little did I know my dreams were going to come true although not exactly as I'd imagined.
I was nineteen, living in a flat I shared with my best friend and partner in misery Frankie Palmer. We'd grown up together in Oakwood foster home, otherwise known as the 'kid skip,' from the age of six. Frankie's parents had dies in a house fire leaving her with no family and mine simply didn't want me. Whilst she worked as a cashier at our local supermarket, I was unemployed.
Luckily, on this Saturday morning, Frankie had the day off and we were having a lazy day watching movies and pigging out on sweets. Dressed in denim shorts and white vest, thanks to the summer weather, I went into the kitchen and got two cans of coke out of the fridge before heading back into the living room where Frankie was hanging upside down on the sofa.
"Which film next?" I asked placing the cans on the coffee table and kneeling down on the floor to take 'The Crow' from the DVD player.
"Erm...pirates?" Frankie suggested sitting up properly. With a smile I took the first pirates DVD off the shelf and slotted it into the DVD player. I passed the remote to Frankie and went to get some ice cream before returning to sit beside Frankie on the sofa.
We'd just gotten to the part when Will busts Jack out of jail when a sudden gust of wind blew in through the open window, bringing a piece of paper with it. Frankie picked it up with a frown.
"What is it?" I asked pausing the film.
"A wanted poster."
"In 2011? For who?"
"Jack Sparrow." She stated turning the poster to face me. Sure enough there was a very unrealistic sketch of the pirate beneath the words 'wanted.'
"Probably from some kids party." I guessed as Frankie sat back down beside me. She nodded in agreement and pressed play. The TV screen flickered before shutting off completely. The wind outside grew even stronger as I attempted to shut the window. As I struggled to pull it closed I could hear Frankie shouting.
"Effy? I think you better come here."
I turned and went back into the living room, eyes widening when I saw the TV screen. Tia Dalma's face was staring out at us with the usual mischievous smirk playing upon her lips.
"Francesca Palma, Elizabeth Frances. 2011 is not your era. You belong to a time when women were not so easily tamed."
"Effy am I hallucinating?" Asked Frankie.
I shrugged and hoped over to the television to switch it off. I brushed my hands together with a smile and sat back down beside Frankie.
"Don't be so rude."
I snapped my head back up to see Tia once again glaring at us.
"Witty Jack and Hector can do well enough alone but a helping hand won't go a miss. I'll see you soon no doubt." She disappeared leaving the screen blank. The black of the screen appeared to seep out of the screen and drip onto the floor, quickly filling up the room. We tried to run to the door but the black ooze was sticky and we were unable to move. I grabbed Frankie's hand in panic as we were submerged in total darkness.