[bear with me. the beginning is a little annoying but, that's how I wrote in 8th grade when I started this story. IT GETS BETTER I PROMISE! x pirate blondie x

"This is Aztec gold, one of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortez himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the greed of Cortez was insatiable. So the Heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity." She recited the line exactly, perfect Barbossa accent and all. She even did the funny eye movements.

Claire Johnson, like any other teenage girl during that time, was completely and utterly obsessed with Pirates of the Caribbean. She had nearly every line memorized from start to finish and could accompany the lines with facial expressions, body movements, and even the soundtrack to go with each particular scene. Instead of doing her homework or, and even better investment of time, sleeping, she would stay up into the wee hours of the morning watching the movie several times a week and even twice a night some days. To quote the amazing Barbossa himself she was "consumed by it."

She had first wanted to see the movie because of the intense actions scenes, the fact that it was a story originating from her ultimate favorite ride at Disney World, the music, and of course it co-starred the infamous Orlando Bloom. She had immediately found herself deeply infatuated with Orlando, or Orli as she liked to call him, which she found a bit strange and stalker-like, but she was odd like that and she knew it and most of the people who knew her well knew it, and she still didn't care.

After actually seeing the movie, she loved it! The incredible adventure of piracy and the battle for vengence overtook her (and would essentially brainwash her for the rest of her life). Orli looked great as always, but there was quite a famous actor whom Disney had graciously given her access to gaze upon for the first time in this film: Johnny Depp. And an undeniable, unresistable obsession began. Captain Jack Sparrow was probably the most attractice, most inspiring, most amazing character she had ever had the privellage to know, and he never left her mind. She knew that Johnny Depp was about as old as her mother but that fact didn't matter. Characters were ageless and Captain Jack was as young and ripe as Claire wanted him to be, and therefore, he was perfect.

Her obsession was incontrollable. She was always quoting one line or another or humming the soundtrack or perfecting body language of the Captain himself, training herself to be more and more like him. Her family and friends were becoming very annoyed.

" 'Do you think this wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?'

'You threatened Miss Swa—' "

"Claire, will you please just STOP IT!! Jesus jones, you are obsessed with that movie!" Her mother Marissa was ordinarily a calm and wonderfully pleasant woman. But when it came to Claire's incesant line recitation, she was quick to crack.

"C'mon Claire. Seriously cut it out. We've all seen the movie and even though we love to hear you take an interest in the art of film making, its getting old...fast!" Coralynn was her closest friend in the world, close enough that they considered themselves sisters (people even believed them at times), and Claire loved her to death.

"Fine then. Haha! Fine! Like the part when she takes the dress—" she cut herself off this time. It was true that she was obsessed. Possibly more than America was obsessed with The OC. But did she care? I think not! She would have more than gladly recited the whole scene and more but she knew that she was already on her mom's nerves. "Never mind..."

----------later...lying in bed..."asleep" wink wink----------

'I saw the movie,' she thought aimlessly, 'and fell in love with it. When I could finally watch it in the comforts of my own home, I am allowed the chance to memorize it and do successfully. Because I am obsessed and crazy and just weird like that and simply totally in love with Johnny Depp and Orli.' She let her mind wonder like this often. She was inspired to be a writer someday and so let her mind wander to create a "free mind" as she put it. It was better for the imagination. Plus the fact that she was just weird like that. '...then when I finally do memorize it,' she continued to wander, 'which only took me ...o what?...like a week...and I get yelled at for it! Grr. People just don't understand. I seem to just have a passion for doing this. I mean I've tried out for 4 plays at school and never made any of them. I think it was just because I don't "do" scripts on the spot like they try to make us do. I just can't act from them! I can't put all my emotion into it because I feel like I don't know the character because from the little piece of the script that they give us at auditions, you just can't tell who they are or who they're sposta be! You really need to read the whole script to know the characters. Now if I could improvise, that'd be a totally different story. I'd make all the plays and become a great actress and Johnny Depp would get to meet me and he'd compliment me on my achievements and...and...'

-yawn-

She fell asleep in mid-thought.

---------actually asleep this time---------

She was in a big room. It had a few people in it but more than just a couple. She didn't recognize any of them. Marissa was there but she was not considered one of the random, unfamiliar people of course. Neither was... Orlando Bloom?!

'O my God! O my God!' she started chanting. 'Is it really him?!?' (squints to get a better look) (squeals) Some unfamiliar people looked at her oddly. 'IT IS HIM!!! I did I did I did see Orlando Bloom! Ahh tweetie bird... you have me quoting you...'

Orli sees her squealing and jumping up and down and comes up to her.

"Are you ok, miss...um...?" he waits for her to say her name.

"uhhh...alalalala...um..." she just stood there drooling.

'Snap out of it, Claire!' she said to herself and a tiny little Claire-with-wings popped out of no where, fluttered in front of her face and snapped three times before disappearing again. Weird.

"uhhh..o ya.. sorry. My name's uhh Claire. And yes I'm fine."

"Are you sure, Claire? You don't look so well. Maybe you should stay with me for a little while." He looked honestly worried for her, which was adorable.

"..uh..well..i uhh..sure that'd be GREAT!" she managed her excited squealing this time and followed Orli.

"Where are we going?" she asked innocently.

"I want to show you something." He smiled really big when he said this.

'Gee I didn't know you were like that Orli...BUT I'LL TAKE IT! I wonder what he's gonna show me' She started thinking of all the possibilities...

'hmm...his imaginary friend? No too childish. How to put suntan lotion on him...ooo funn..or maybe..heh heh. Maybe he'll show me his –'

"ICK!" a spider crawled by on the wall.

"We're almost there I promise." The whole time they were walking he kept looking back at her and smiling as if he couldn't take his eyes off her but was still too embarrassed to start a conversation.

"Ok...why can't you just tell me where we're going?" He stopped and turned around as she said this.

He looked straight into her eyes. "It's a surprise," he said calmly.

She was embarrassed and felt her face burn but she didn't care. Her stomach was doing back flipps and her lips were tingling and she wanted to kiss him. Right then and there. Just grab him and kiss him. But he turned back around, smiling again, grabbed her hand, and pulled her down a corridor before she ever got a chance.

Finally it looked as if they were at the place Orli was dragging her to.

"Ta-da!" he said and spread his hands out wide.

They were in an ancient, gauntish chamber, lit only by a few candles, hosting several iron barred cells each with small beds in them.

'Ok think, Claire. Empty small dark room with beds...ooo this should be interesting.'

"Orli..um..i don't know what to say..." she pulled in closer to him, putting her hand on his chest, and pushed him up against the wall.

"Get a room...well...a bedroom at least" the voice was not of Orli but of...

'OMYGOD!!!!!!!!! JOHNNY DEPP!!!!!!!!!'

Johnny, clad in every day casual clothes but still sporting dreads and his pirate hat, stepped out of one of the cells and walked toward them.

"Yes, um, this was the surprise, Claire. I wanted you to meet my friend Johnny."

"Pleasure, luv." He pulled up her hand and kissed it.

'OMYGOD! JOHNNY DEPP JUST KISSED MY HAND...AND HE JUST CALLED ME 'LUV'!!!!!!!'

She felt like fainting. The color around her was slowly fading to black and someone was talking—no yelling—yelling something she couldn't make out. Her ears felt like they had plugs in them...

"Claire? Claire?! OO don't drop her!" Orli caught her as she lost consciousness and all went black.

She finally woke up and it was dark. She felt cloth on her face, realized it was her blanket, and popped opened her eyes.

'No wonder it was so dark,' she thought to herself.

Unfortunately, she was not in a mysterious chamber with her two favorite men but in her own bed far outside the realm of her imagination, and she remembered that Coralynn spent the night at her house that night so decided to wake her.

Lazy and still in some awe she neglected to throw off the covers but rolled toward where she figured Coralynn was and saidd out loud: "Omygosh, Cora, get this! I had the best dream last night ever! Orlando Bloom was there and he kept smiling at me and he held my hand and then Johnny Depp was there and he kissed my hand!"

It was then that she heard the yelling.

Thinking Cora was hurt, she immediately threw off the covers, screaming Coralynn's name all the way, and felt a blast of sea foam hit her right in the eye.

"Ahh, me eye!" she said like in the movie and tried to rub out the burning sensation, but with her non-sea-blasted eye she saw crystal clear turquoise water all around her.

She was floating in her bed in the middle of the ocean.

So it's kind of dumb... I mean, pretty much all I-got-sucked-into-the-movie's are but it gets better I promise! And sorry if the writing seems a little different at times. Like I said at the beginning I started this in 8th grade and am now editing as a senior in high school currently enrolled in AP Comp with the only real English teach I've ever known: Jen Otterman. So some of it sounds a little advanced while other parts sound kind of choppy and dumb. This is mainly because I'm too lazy to change all of it haha so hopefully it still makes sense. I hope you enjoy the new and improved first chapter and I hope it encourages you to keep reading! Because it DOES get better eventually. If not, you can have my head but until then, keep reading.

:D

x pirate blondie x