The Curse of the Black Pearl Mark Two

by Bass Girl '89

This is going to be a seriously random story. Characters from various other movies and books are going to crop up along the line. I have now come up with a curse. It's rather lame, but it's still a curse. Rating is as is because that's just how it is.

1. Will Remembers The Reunion

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. Unless I decide to invent some characters, places etc, in which case I own them

A/N. Why hello. This is probably going to be very strange and slightly confusing. At this point in time, I have even less idea of where this story is going to go than my dog has of how Copernicus arrived at the idea that the sun is the centre of the universe. Did that make sense to anyone else? Oh well, you'll get over it. Anyway, let's get on with this and see where we end up shall we?

Chapter 1.

It was Tuesday the 11th of September in the year 1869, at exactly 45 minutes, 34 seconds and 5.87 milliseconds past 10 in the morning. Will rolled over and groaned. Who was the stupid git who'd set the alarm for this ridiculous hour of the morning? (so alarm clocks weren't invented back then, big deal) After he'd opened his eyes to actually find the clock to turn the alarm off rather then randomly trying to hit and doing equal damage to the hand, bedside table and anything on the bedside table except the clock, he sat up.

It was a beautiful day. Sunny etc (I can't be bothered going into great detail about the weather). Elizabeth would have been bouncing off the walls and wanting him to do daft things like take her out rowing or into the forest for a picnic (shut up, there is a forest now). But thankfully she was in England, attending to "family affairs", namely going to various random people's random parties and getting completely pissed.

Will got up, had a birdbath and got dressed. He was about to go down for breakfast, when he looked at the calendar, which hung on the bedroom wall. It was a hideous thing, with a different picture of a different flower for every month. This months flower was a sickly pink thing which might just have been able to pass itself off as a rose, but only if the person looking at it couldn't see anything clearly if it was more than a few inches in front of their face. Anyway, getting back from the tangent about calendars, Will was staring rather fixedly at this one. The 11th of September...what was happening that day? Suddenly he remembered. Holy Shit! He was supposed to be having a little get together with Jack Sparrow and the crew of the Pearl at precisely 11:17!

Will shot down the stairs four at a time, missed his footing at the bottom, and landed in a not so graceful heap on the floor. He got up, didn't bother to dust himself off, and shot out the door, through the flyscreen (shush. It was invented back then now) and down the road, trailing a stream of swearing as he went which amounted to something along the lines of HolyShit HolyFuckHolyShitHolyFuckHolyShitHolyFuckHolyShitHolyFuckHolyShitHolyFuckHolyShitHolyFuckHolyShitHolyFuck and then reduced itself to shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshirt shitshitshitshitshit.

A/N. So? How was it? Well I did warn you it was going to be random. OK, so it's kinda short, but was it alright anyway? Please review. Please? Oh come on...do you want me get down on my knees? Yes? Fine! Look! I'm on my knees! Now will you review? You know you want to...oh come on, be nice and help me beat my record of two. Please? Thank you!!;)

Lexi G