I've got a serious writers block on my CSI story..so I've decided to write a POTC story
jumps up and down, looking extremely happy with herself  Right...problem with the POTC is just that it is very difficult-like to write an original story :rolls eyes: Everything has been done before, going back in time, throwing Jack forward in time etc. and in almost every one of them Jack falls in love with the main character..
Nah...I hate being original.
Just read it!!

Disclaimer: I own a POTC dvd!! But sadly enough I do not own Jack, or Will or anyone else from that dvd  crawls on her bed to cry very much

It's the year...awww forget it. Nobody cares for that kind of information.

I'm sitting in front of my TV, watching Pirates for about the million and oneth time: "We know you're 'ere puppet!" "Of course you know she's there, you've been over that place for a million and one times by now" I sigh. Bloody pirates, you'd think they would know that by now. Don't they ever read the script? My mom yells from downstairs: "Ilona! Have you got any idea what time it is? Turn that thing off and go to sleep!" Drat, busted.

Lying in my bed I try to stay awake. Mainly because I don't like sleeping very much, you never know what happens when you're asleep. Everybody can do anything to you. Like putting a frog on your forehead and shaving cream in your hand. I really, really do NOT like that particular joke Nope, I'm not falling asleep...no sir ee, wide awake. As awake as awake can be.
Suddenly I hear someone yell: "Hey you, it costs a shilling to tie you boat up to the dock". Wha? I left that DVD on? I make a sound like "grrrmpfff" and turn around in my bed.

The only problem with that is that my bed isn't quite there anymore. THUMP As I'm studying wood from really, really close range I hear an awful familiar voice say: "What about three shillings, and no name?". Gawd no... This is so not happening: "Welcome to Port Royal..mister Smith" Lifting my head from the wooden walk bridge, I just get a glimpse of a pirate stealing a little bag of money.

Great. just great... Now you see what I mean? Just taking a little nap and WHAMMY... you're in a movie. A very good movie, for sure, but still, a movie. Trying to scribble back on my feet I look around for the camera's: "Hey..hey you guys! Cut! I'm sorry I'm ruining the movie but I'm kind of lost" Everybody looks as though they've seen a Martian landing. "Hello? Some help here?". Still no reaction. Stupid actors.

So, after a few minutes of standing at the docks, looking really helpless, Ilona started to explore the great town that's called Port Royal. Right..erhm..whatever.

I'm sure I turned left here somewhere... perhaps  I'll recognize something around that corner. Nope...Great. Then I remember something. Shouldn't the scene in which that commodore guy shows his sword thingy off, happen about now? Yay, I hear drums! Just follow the music, girl.
Left, right, another right. Jeez..this town looks like a maze. Stumbling upon another dock I realize I must've taken a wrong turn somewhere. Drat. Lost again. And now that drumming stopped too. sigh   You know..somehow this place seems familiar.. Why are those two guys running towards me? Aaah..attack of the weird dressed men! I prepare to jump out of the way : "Excuse me miss, this dock is off limit to civilians" Blink "Oh..just you guys" the two actors look a wee bit puzzled: "Did we get acquainted before miss?" the one with the big nose asks. "Well..no..bit I did saw the movie" they look even more puzzled now. Hmm... perhaps this isn't a movie after all.. "Miss, would you please get off this dock? It still is off limit for civilians" "If I see one, I'll inform you immediately". No.. Why does he have to be here?

Told you it wasn't about to be a very original one. Just review, maybe I'll quit writing before it gets annoying Evil laugh