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Torrance Arbor walked briskly, yet carefully down the cemetery watching out for anything unusual or demonic. It was one in the morning and she was beginning to tire. It had been a long night. She had taken out a whole vampire nest and that had been exhausting. Now she desperately wanted to sleep for the first time in a week. And cram for her biology final which was in seven hours. Torrance switched her messenger bag to the other shoulder. Inside the bag were the usual weapons that a slayer carried: a crossbow, two stakes, a dagger, and chobos and a couple of choice items like her CD players for dull nights, her biology book, and a change of clothes, just in case she ruined her tank top and cargo pants.
Torrance sighed and ran her fingers through her blue streaked hair, dyed to startle and affront. It was probably time to tuck in so she turned sharply to her right, entering a small path that went through a patch of trees and eventually led to the exit to the graveyard¡¯s exit. She knew the graveyard well since she had been coming here for almost every night since last July, when Buffy and Giles had stopped at the city of Long Beach, California and revealed that she was a vampire slayer. The woods began and Torrance took a deep breath.
Moonlight filtered through the tree branches. Tonight was a full moon. Torrance slowed down her gait so that she could listen carefully to the sounds of the trees around her, checking for sounds of werewolves. Just in case. Torrance sniffed. There was a weird smell in the air, a mixture of sweaty socks and something that she couldn¡¯t identify. Torrance began contemplating her social situation in school. She barely brushed the fringe of okay-ness because she was in the cheerleading team. And the only reason that she had made that was because she was slender and able to pick up moves quickly, thanks to months of intense Pilates, Krav Maga, and kickboxing she had been doing (her unofficial watcher, a man named Derek Lieu, ex watcher preferred the more practical types of martial arts). She was considered a bit of an outcast because of her rebellious attitude though, and whenever she cheered in a game, she had to cover her blue streaks. Torrance pulled her attention back to the path and noticed that the stretch of trees was thankfully ending, and she embarrassedly admitted to herself that she had been anxiously waiting for the path the end.
She was 14 and pretty new to the slaying business since she had only started roughly eight months ago. She was still trying to not barf whenever she saw a vampire or demon and knew that she would have to go into battle with it and just might not make it out alive. Out of the blue, she heard a small rustling noise. Torrance came to an abrupt stop, listening for the sound. She heard it again, just behind her. She whirled around, just in time to see a butt ugly man swing an axe at her. She dodged and as he started to swing the axe again, she aimed a kick to his unguarded stomach, then took a beat to study him as he doubled over.
. He was partly bald and portly and wore a white shirt that was open to his chest and tattered black pants. Torrance wrinkled her nose at his stench. He obviously hadn¡¯t taken a bath in a long time. And, there was the whole fashion thing. The last time she had checked, it hadn¡¯t been Halloween and there was no reason for anyone to dress like a pirate. She couldn¡¯t tell if he was human or vampire but whatever he was, she desperately wanted to dump him in the graveyard¡¯s pond and hope his stench would go away. Then, he was at her again, swinging the axe faster with more precision. She was forced to take the defensive yet again, and she step to her left. The axe missed but barely. Torrance took that time to spin and bring her right leg down on the back of the enemy. He collapsed and before he could do anything more, Torrance yanked the axe out of his kung-fu grip and knocked him unconscious with the butt of the axe.
Torrance examined the axe while debating what to do with the wannabe pirate. It was a rather crude axe, held together by thick, old rope and the metal was covered with bright splashes of red, which Torrance reasoned was blood according to the smell. The man groaned and instantly, she turned her full attention back to the matter at hand. Then, Torrance noticed something glistening near his semi unconscious body. She stepped lightly over his body and picked up the glittering object.
It looked like a medallion and it had a skull imprinted on both sides. It was about the size of her palm and she decided not associated with any kind of demon group. There were none of the usual markings or designs that demon clans engraved into their medallions. Torrance studied it intently but she was unable to identify it, unless...it couldn¡¯t be. Torrance stared at it intently but she came to the same conclusion. This coin was exactly identical to the Aztec gold in Pirates of the Caribbean! Just then, Torrance felt a whoosh of air and was pushed forward by some unknown force and all she could see was black...and some occasional purple polka dots.
Somebody grabbed her by the back of her tank top and upset her balance so that Torrance fell to her knees and scraped it on a hard surface. But that didn¡¯t make sense though because the path¡¯s ground was soft and covered with dirt and not made out of cobblestone, which Torrance felt. And it felt like somebody was pointing a spotlight at her eyes, it was that bright. ¡°Are you hurt, milady?¡± somebody asked as he pulled her up, presumably the same person who had grabbed her shirt. A male voice, Torrance reasoned and instinctively stood up and brushed off the offered help. She reached into her bag and started to pull out her dagger. Then her vision started clearing and what she saw made her feel faint.
It was daytime and she was in Port Royal, in front of the blacksmith shop and the person standing in front of her was none other than...William Turner.
¡°Umm, I¡¯m fine. Just tripped is all,¡± Torrance stuttered.
¡°You could have been hurt. The carriage would have run right over you,¡± Turner lectured.
¡°Yeah, okay. I¡¯ll try not to trip into the way of impending carriages, then. Thanks, and have a nice day,¡± Torrance said curtly, eager to shake off the oh too annoying Turner. She had always thought of him as kind of weak in the movie. And besides, she had too much to figure out and she didn¡¯t have time for pleasantries. Torrance turned away and started to walk toward the direction of the ocean. Her best plan would be to be inconspicuous, blend in, which was gonna be pretty hard to do, considering the fact that she was wearing clothes that weren¡¯t exactly like the kind all the ladies she was walking by were wearing. She looked around and realized she was attracting lots of curious and some hostile stares. Eck she thought though as she walked by a rich looking lady who seemed to have showered in perfume. And her waist! Torrance could have wrapped her hands around it and the fingertips would still touch! Well, she did seem to be having trouble breathing, gasping and waving her fan all over the place. No way she would give up her comfortable 2004 esq. wear for that. Torrance then turned back to her current predicament.
¡°Okay, lets see. I¡¯m in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean. Or in another dimension. Or in the 1700¡¯s. Or somewhere. First thing: How do I get out?¡± Torrance muttered as she walked down the street to the harbor. Then, an idea struck her. The Watchers Council. They were still operating around this time, weren¡¯t they? And in England, she guessed. ¡®So, all I have to do is catch a ride to England, and I¡¯m set¡¯ Torrance thought. But how would she afford the fare? Torrance had no money. ¡°Grr,¡± Torrance growled. Suddenly, she heard some trumpets blowing. It sounded awfully familiar. Torrance looked up and found herself near the place where that whiny Commodore had his ceremony and stuff.
Hmmmm, Torrance thought. Maybe she could hitch a ride with Jack Sparrow, Torrance mused. Then again, not, as she realized that there was no chance in Hades that she was going to be on the same ship as that lunatic so she turned herself around and walked to the dock. Maybe there was somebody there who could find a ship leaving for England soon.
Sorry this is so boring but I promise it¡¯ll get more exciting in later chapters! So please review! Much love 3