Sorry guys it's a girl-gets-sent-to-POTC-world fic.
The wind whistled through the landscape. The sea spewed foam as waves slammed into the cliff side. A lone person stood on the rocky outcropping, a few steps away from breathing no more. The person wasn't worried for she had done this many times, but there was always the caution, the fear that kept her from standing any closer. Her hair whipped her face many times, but it didn't bother her. She wiped the strands from her eyes. A faint voice called out to her from the sea.
"Come with me," it said,"Come and hoist the colors…" The voice faded as the wind picked up again, drowning any and all sound in its harshness. The figure waited until the wind died down before she strained to listen for the voice again. Once again, the sound was no longer there, calling, taunting, enticing, inviting, commanding her to follow it. She watched the waves crash against the rocks for a short time before heading inside.
"Sis, wake up." A calloused hand traced my cheek. My consciousness pulled itself slowly from the deep recesses of sleep. My face scrunched up as I awoke and I rubbed the "sand" out of my eyes. Eyes opened to reveal the smiling face of my brother, who helped me sit up.
"How are you sleepy head?" he asked. A head shake indicated that I wasn't fully awake yet. He chuckled as I put my arms above my head and made a quiet humming noise. I stood up straight when I finished stretching and turned towards my brother.
"Jack, do you need me to cook breakfast for you again?" I asked in a yawn. Jack put his hands up like he was praying and gave me his best puppy dog look. I shook my head and smiled. "You know, for a twenty-something old guy, you need to learn how to cook."
"Twenty-four, thank you. And I know how to cook, but you do it so much better!" he countered. I rolled my eyes before heading over to my closet. I pulled out a pair of blue jeans, a plain white tank top, and a pair of boots. I then moved over to my dresser and pulled out my undergarments. Jack took the hint when I grabbed the bottom of my night shirt, and left the room so I could change. I quickly switched clothes, laced up my pitch black military style boots, and ran a brush through the red tangled mass that resembled hair. Satisfied with my appearance, I headed towards the kitchen to prepare the first meal of the day.
"Jack!" I called out while putting a skillet on the stove. "How do you want your eggs today?" The sound of video games reached my ears and I knew that it was "scrambled Saturday". I snickered as curse words floated into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out four eggs and a stick of butter and quickly began my work. Ten minutes later, I had a medium bowl of scrambled eggs, four strips of bacon, and two pieces of toast sitting on the dining room table. Right as I finished setting the forks down, Jack dragged himself into the chair across from me and began piling the food onto his plate.
"Still stuck on the same level as last night?" I asked. Jack shook his head as he shoveled a heap of eggs into his mouth.
"Nah," he said in between bites. "I got past that part. I'm now stuck in the arctic level. I keep blowing myself up." That explained the cussing.
"Who are you playing as this time?" I asked. He didn't look up as he shoveled another heap of eggs into his mouth.
"Who else would I be playing?" Jack had a complex about his Pirates of the Caribbean game and always played as the same person. Jack Sparrow. I teased him once about it, saying that the only reason he ran around as the notorious pirate was because they shared the same first name. He didn't talk to me for a solid week, proving me right.
"So, what are you having such a hard time for?" I questioned as I sat down. I put some eggs and my slice of toast on my plate before I began eating. Jack finished the last speck of food on his plate and, with a mumble, took his plate to the sink. I didn't need to ask, to know what he said; the look on his face told me that it was a timed level. He absolutely hates those. Jack went back to the living room a moment later as I looked around at our small dining room adjoined with the kitchen; a door lead to the tiny backyard.
Doing my daily routine, I pondered what it would be like to live back in the days of Jack Sparrow. Of course I told myself that living back then was nothing like the movies or the game... It was a hard life, no comforts like today. History also tells tales of a few that lived life to the fullest and I know that some tales have long since been forgotten, but those tales, those wonderful tales… Now that would make life… worth living.
"Be careful what you dream about; some dreams are not too big to happen. " I would warn myself. But then I would wonder: would it really be possible to travel back in time? A head shook and a smile formed.
Nah, that can't happen. It would be cool if it did though.
"Oi! Sis! Come help me with this!" Jack cried suddenly. I left my seat, picked my food up, and as I walked through the kitchen, dropped the food in the trash and the plate in the sink. I sauntered into the living room just as Jack Sparrow blew up from a barrel of explosives.
"Wow that looks like it hurt." I commented as the "RETRY?" entry came up on the screen. Jack merely grumbled as he passed the controller to me. Two minutes of figuring out the controls and another twenty seconds to play the level, I had finished in about three minutes what Jack couldn't in twenty. As I handed the controller back to my grumbling brother, I stood up and stretched again. Jack ignored me as he continued to play his little video game. I decided that, since there wasn't anything in my schedule today, it would be nice to go to the beach for a while.
Maybe Gram would like to go with me today? I thought to myself. I headed to my bedroom. I picked up the necklace off of my bedside table. I discovered it in Gram's family bible when I was younger. I was told that it belonged to her grandmother before her. Strangely enough there was also cutting of blood red hair with a beautiful blue ribbon; I would often match the color with my own hair. A tingling feeling would sweep over my body, and I would always be careful to put everything back where I found it. When Gram died I inherited the bible and the strange contents inside, but I have not the courage to remove it! Temptation has brought me back to Gram's bible many times in the past, always stopping short, cuddling it close to my heart, wishing for the answers of my troubles: to always awaking the next day, a little more refreshed, a little more ready to face my routine once more. That would not be the case today, the smell of salt in the air, the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks called out to me and I'd be dammed if I didn't take Gram with me. I put the necklace around my neck and closed the clasp behind my neck. The strange tingling sensation overtook my body. I ignored the feeling and spoke aloud.
"Ready to go Gram?" I asked. "We're going to the beach today." I could imagine her smile and agree with me. I smiled to myself. I ran a brush through my hair again and tied it up just enough to get most of it out of my face; I always left a few strands hanging in my face. I looked in my mirror to check my appearance; a nineteen year old with blood red hair, emerald green eyes, and a tan complexion stared back at me. I smiled at my reflection and she smiled back. I checked my boots' laces one last time before I grabbed my keys and headed to the living room.
"Jack, I'm going to the beach. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" Jack nodded and, while still staring at the television, reached one arm out to hug me. Not minding his antics, I hugged him quickly. In ten minutes, I was out the door, heading towards the beach. I preferred walking over other things because, one, I didn't have a license, two, my bike was broken, and three, it was good exercise anyway. As I was walking towards the sand and sea, an old tune seemed to drift upon the wind.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
Its tone was melodious, low, and strangely familiar.
and bound her in her Bones.
I couldn't understand where the music was coming from but it seemed to fill me with energy. I couldn't stop myself when I started singing along.
The seas be ours
and by the powers
I never noticed the wind pick up as I neared the beach. The tune made my head spin slightly, and I nearly tripped on a rock jutting out of the sand. I continued to sing as though in a trance.
where we will we'll roam.
The necklace fell into my shirt when I stumbled. I found myself by the water's edge and the locket seemed to heat up as I kept singing. The sky had turned black in a matter of seconds; a storm was rising quickly.
Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
The waves gained height but I didn't notice; all I was able to do was get closer to the water's edge. The necklace felt like it was on fire now but I wouldn't grab it, couldn't grab it. It was almost as if someone was controlling me like a marionette.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die.
The last thing I saw was the water rushing towards me.