Hey everyone!

Okay. I'm thinking of doing up another PotC fanfic!

It's gonna be me going back in time blah blah blah and then we all die.

Nah, jes' kidding!

It's actually pretty good. At least, the rough copy is.

So, just tell me whether I should or shouldn't, or should I wait until I finish The Black Rose first, so that I don't neglect it.

It's your call.

Oh, and I've found a Muse! His name is Partouf, and he's my little Elephant. He's such a sweetie. He's from Australia, and my friends all think I'm insane because I actually believe he can talk. HE CAN! He's happy that he can finally have his say in my writings.

Partouf: Yuppers!

There, y'see? He's happy, I'm happy, you're (probably, can't assume nothin' ) happy, and . . . . . . .yeah. . . . .

Partouf: Yay! So, vote vote vote!!

Yeah, what he said.

But first, here's a little taste from the middle of the story:

(Just so you know, I went through a cave, found myself in Port Royal, the cave closed up behind me, and a guard took me to the Fort. I met Elizabeth there, told her I knew Jack, and then she and Will (who we met on the way) take me to the Governors house. Will and Lizzie aren't married yet.)

~-~-~I was dragged past dozens of fine ladies and upstanding gentlemen, who looked shocked at my attire. 'If you're gonna stare, you might as well pay admission!' I spat angrily, glaring at them. Apparently, sarcasm was uncommon to them, as they just gave me bewildered looks. After being taken about halfway across Port Royal, I found myself in front of a lovely manor, with white brick walls covered in ivy, and dotted with the occasional window.

'Spirit*, this is so sweet! It's just like in the mov-.' I said, and cut myself short of saying movie. Elizabeth only pulled me into the manor faster, so I had to run so that she wouldn't tear my shirt. She pushed my towards the drawing room, and let Will in, shutting and locking the door behind her. I sat down in a high backed wooden chair, and literally vibrated with pent up excitement. Will turned to me, and looked me in the eye, asking 'Where are you from, how did you get here, what the bloody hell are you wearing, and how do you know . . . .(he waved a hand towards Elizabeth, who was standing near the door) . . .US?' I sighed, and answered with a smile 'I'm from Canada, I came by . . .(I paused to think of what to say) . . boat, I'm wearing my clothes, dumbass, and I can't answer the last question.'

I stuck my tongue out at Will, and crossed my arms, eyeing him with a mix of interest and enjoyment. He stared back, and I glared at him until he blinked. I uncrossed my arms, leapt out of the chair (practically causing Will to fall backwards) and said to Will 'HAH! You blinked, you lose!'~-~- ~

So, there we are! That's near the beginning, so you kin of get the point. In this fic, I'm 20 (I always am older in stories including me) and I know karate (I actually do), and I can do lotsa stuff that I can't do now!

It's just what I call a 'hopeful' fanfic.

Partouf: BYEZERS! MtBR: Partouf, please.

Okay, see ya all soon!

*-I'm Wiccan, so please don't mind the use of terms

~@ Marie the Black Rose@~