Hiya! I am Alasai Ashbringer...I am kinda new to FF and I hope yall enjoy this! BTW it makes references to Indiana Jones but didn't make direct contact with any of the other characters!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OR INDIANA JONES I ONLY OWN MY OC

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Beginnings

I looked over at the horizon. The sun was just rising over the sea. The cool Caribbean Sea breeze was tussling my long black hair. I closed my hazel eyes.

(Well...I guess I should introduce my self real quick :3. My name is Alexandra Spears and I am an archeologist and a professor in a university. I have dark black hair and hazel eyes that changes color with my mood. I stand at a height of 5'2, and I guess you could call me a bit of a tom boy with my cargo pants and baggy shirt. Well as you can probably guess we are in the Caribbean because our project leader decided randomly that we should go and scout the area out before the Neo-Nazis get to it.)

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the clear water in of me. The sounds of the sea have always made me calm and collected and I always felt like I was finally free of all hindrances on the sea... I smiled and surveyed my surroundings.

"Alex! Get your fat lazy ass over here!" My fellow archeologist yelled.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation and walked over. I knelt down next to him.

"What's up, Shaun?" I asked curious.

"We just found a piece of a flag...we think we can find the rest, Alex" Shaun said distracted.

He held up a piece black cloth that looked like a corner. I nodded and looked around hard. I spotted another black corner connected to something in the water. I quickly ran over in the water without hesitation.

"Guys! Over here!" I yelled excited.

Our project leader, Emmanual Smith; our forensic scientist, Mary Williams; and our junior archeologist Shaun Mark rushed over. Mary was a bit of a wussy girl so she didn't get into the cool waters of the Caribbean after the rest of us. I quickly knelt in the water and carefully brushed some of the debris off the thing. The creepy smiling face of a Jolly Roger was grinning horribly at me. I carefully lifted the rocks that was holding it down and slowly picked it up.

"Good job, Alex! Expect a pay raise coming your way," Emmanual praised.

I shrugged and carefully handed it to Shaun.

"I want carbon dating on a corner of that flag and I want us to leave soon we have a flight to catch...Alex?" Emmanual broke off his rant.

I was still standing in the water. A glint of something caught my eye. I quickly took off my hat and my satchel. I stripped my boots fast and tore my socks off. I carefully pulled off my guns out of their multiple holsters and handed everything to a surprised Mary.

"What are you doing?" she spluttered.

"Alex? What's going on?" Shaun asked as well.

"Hold on, I see something in the water," I responded as I tightened my ponytail.

I quickly ran into the water and dived in. The cool water shocked me a little. I peered in through the salty haze of the Sea. I quickly saw something glinting in the water. I swiftly surfaced to take a deep breath. I quickly dived down fast. I touched the sea floor and I knelt down. I gently brushed some of the dirt off some unidentifiable items. Some of the items were a tricorn hat; some old, fine Austrian pistols; a giant ring of keys; several swords; and some very fancy hats that surprisingly enough they were still intact rather than scraps of cloth and some even had feathers that were still semi intact. I gathered it all up in my arms and prepared myself to push off the ocean floor to launch myself up to the surface. I was running out of air. I then saw something out of the corner of my eye swirl in front of me. I saw a strange African lady form from the swirling water in front of me, she gestured to something of the sea floor and grinned creepily. I thought she was a trick of the water and the fact I was really running out of air. I looked at what she was motioning at. There was a Huge sack on the ground. I fought hard to reach it and finally I reached it. I grabbed the top of the bag in a vice grip. Then, it was like I was being lifted up by a strong current. My lungs felt like the where about to burst from lack of oxygen. I was even starting to see black spots in my vision now. I then burst through to the surface. I coughed hard. My lungs eagerly filling up with the much need oxygen. In my arms was everything I found on the sea floor, even the giant sack. I gently kicked my legs and swam to the shore.

"Alex! What the HELL is THAT?" Emmanual screeched, pointing at everything in my hands, apparently forgetting that he praised me a few moments ago.

I gently put everything on the floor of the beach and I collapsed in one of the multiple beach chairs we set up three in the morning.

"You where down there for 15 minuets! You scared the living DAYLIGHTS out of us!" Shaun exclaimed, checking my pulse and feeling my forehead.

I was handed a bottle of water and I downed most of it and I used the rest of it to lather my face.

"Guys lay off, lets let Alexandra sleep on the plane trip back to Florida. I think with all of this we can get some REAL research!" Mary said excitedly.

She flashed me a warm smile. I smiled back tiredly. Shaun handed me back my hat, which can double as a fedora, and my stuff. I slowly got back up and put everything back on. I put my hat on first, I put my guns back in their places and I pulled my socks, heavy duty combat boots, and my satchel back on. I scanned around the area one last time. I just saw some random crab walking around. I shrugged and picked up the chair I was sitting on and collapsed it and threw it in the back of the dark blue rental truck, I got in after everyone placed the stuff in a special removable compartment. I sat shotgun next to Emmanual, while Shaun and Mary was in the back...both of them ranting bout how this was the find of the century and how all of our students will enjoy this. I rolled my eyes and silently looked out the window out towards the sea. We arrived the airport an hour later. We all loaded our suitcases on the loading dock. We returned the Truck back to the rental service. We reentered the airport and as we waited a multitude of security was staring at my guns warily. I rolled my eyes in exasperation and flashed them my ID card. They stopped staring, and nodded at me in approval.

See...my parents aren't what one would call low class, more like the extreme polar opposite. I HATED that life. They wanted me to be the 'perfect daughter' and marry to help our 'situation' and become a doctor. I refused flat out. I went into archeology and boy do I LOVE IT! I constantly came home dirty and ragtag. They never accepted my choice in profession...they constantly tried buying me unnecessary expensive clothing...or trying to me to marry an 'appropriate man'(AKA another rich guy to dominate me)...until finally they decided to get drunk and "Teach" me a "Lesson"

I followed Emmanual to our seats on the air plane after getting our tickets and sitting down aimlessly for thirty minuets. I quietly sat down and pulled my ipod out and listened to Linkin Park's "Faint" for a while and a little bit of Nickelback. After an hour of listening to the two bands I turned off my ipod and pulled my headphones off. I placed it in my satchel and I fell asleep...

"The King and his men stole the queen from her bed.

and bound her in her bones."

I looked around in my sleep desperately trying to find the source of the singing, it was like everywhere! I was in a swamp like environment like near the university I worked at.

"The seas be ours and by the powers

wherever shall we roam."

My heart was pounding. I see a monstrosity of a man. Instead of a beard like a real man he had tentacles and his hands were claws and slimy tentacles. He had a peg leg and his ratty clothing was covered in sea life, slime, and kelp. I quickly reached for my guns. I froze in horror when he walked to me, an evil glint in his cold blue eyes.

"Yo, Ho! Haul Together, Hoist

the colors high. Heave to

thieves and beggars, Never shall we die!"

The...the THING was right in front of me and was about to impale me on his sword! Then...I woke up seating hard on the plane. Everyone was asleep. I quickly unbuckled myself and went to the restroom. My hands were shaking hard. I quickly washed my face. I looked in the mirror. I was pale and shaking hard... Then I noticed something then. I was wearing a strange necklace. It was simply an ancient silver coin on a leather strip.

"Shaun must have thought it would be funny if he put random jewelry on me," I murmured irritably to my self.

I tried to lift the necklace straight up and out, but for some reason the strange necklace would not fit over and out. I frowned in irritation. I tried to find a clasp or knot to undo. My eyes darkened to a light gray color. There was no clasp or knot. I grabbed my small switch blade out and sawed it off. Within 5 minuets it came off. I flipped the knife closed and looked at the coin in my hand. It was a coin from around Spain and looked WELL over 3000 years old considering the fact its 2010. I guess you can Mary and me a bit of odd ball, see we are rich and most girls would be at home, Training to be a good housewife or some other crap.

I exited the stall and went over to Shaun's seat and rudely woke him up.

"Shaun its not funny, why did you put this on me?" I hissed at him trying not to wake Emmanual up beside him.

"Mmph? What? What necklace are you talking about? I think you need more sleep Alex," Shaun said while blinking blearily.

"Wait...if you didn't give me this, then who did?" I questioned.

"Dunno...Alex, go back to sleep. We will figure this all out in an hour when we arrive at Florida," Shaun said yawning and falling asleep again.

I walked back to my seat and placed the coin necklace in the container holding everything else from the trip. I sat back down next to Mary and tried to fall back to sleep. I dipped my fedora forwards and covered my eyes. I closed my eyes and relaxed slowly. Then...my ears started to ring in the strange song of my dreams. My eyes flew open and I pulled my fedora up and scanned the aisles fast.

"So much for sleep," I muttered angrily, rubbing my ears

The ringing had intensified. I opened the window to the side. The strange African lady I saw underwater was at my window and was smirking at me. My eyes widened in shock and I swiftly shut the window with a snap. I got back up and walked to the cockpit to calm down my heart. I spotted the pilot and walked in.

"How much longer till we reach Florida?" I asked quietly.

"We were just about to land, Young mam," the pilot said respectfully

I winced, this man knew who I was.

"Would you mind going back to your seat so we may land, lady?" the co-pilot said in reverence and awe.

I nodded and exited the cockpit. I went back to my seat. The flight attendees were waking everyone up. I pulled the seatbelt on and cautiously opened the window again. No freaky lady. I sank back in relief, I don't know why but that woman gives me the creeps! I felt the downward pull of the plane and I looked out the window again. The black landing strip to the Orlando, Florida Airport was slowly getting bigger. I felt the gentle bump of landing. we all unbuckled and retrieved our luggage. I hesitated slightly but eventually grabbed my bag. My ears were still ringing. I exited the plane and it was about 12:00 PM around here. I stretched out my legs and walked to the parking lot. I saw a familiar person holding a piece of paper with my name on it...It was the family chauffeur and saw me. He ran over fast.

"We have the limo up front, Ms. Spears," James Gray said

I frowned and shook my head firmly.

"James, I've said it once before and I'll say it again. I have my own car and that Ma and Pop should stop trying to wrap me up in bubble wrap! I won't break!," I responded tired and irritated.

'Why the hell won't my ears stop ringing?' I though angrily a little pissed off now.

James nodded and bowed respectfully and left. Emmanual stared at me, worried. I shrugged, we all had been through the same routine before. We all went to my car, which is to say, its a HUGE Hummer, like army styled. We all loaded our stuff in the back and I drove us back to the campus of the University. The ringing had slowly stopped. I relaxed the rest of the rip. The drive was all quiet and uneventful. We made it to the University at around 3:00. I quickly parked us in the Teacher Parking area. I opened the trunk and gently pulled out the special Compartment. Mary closed the trunk and I locked the car. Shaun stood beside me holding the sack. Emmanual was holding the pirate flag gently and it was folded. We saw the Dean of the school run up to us looking irritated.

"Good afternoon, Professor Spears," The Dean said pointedly at me.

I carefully set the compartment down and tipped my hat at him.

"Heyo Dean, We got such great findings in the Caribbean!" I said cheerfully

I picked up the container again. The Dean stared at me disapprovingly.

"Professor! You have a class to teach! Not that a woman could do anything useful," he muttered the last part.

My smile grew frosty and I walked pass to my office. I carried the container in and placed it on my desk. I swiftly took my hat and guns off and unbuckled my gun holsters. I let my hair down and quickly changed into my 'teaching clothes'. I tied my hair back in a bun and pulled my heels on fast. I grabbed my suitcase and raced out the door. I locked my office up and told my secretary that if he even THINKS about opening my office he would be shown the door faster than you can blink. He nodded scared and I raced as fast as I could in heels and in tight skinny jeans. I ran past various classes and took a sharp right and out of the corner of my eye I saw the other 3 also in their 'teaching' clothes running to their rooms. I opened my door fast and ran in. I sighed in relief. The next class isn't here yet. I swiftly wrote on the board.

"The Dangers of Archeology," I wrote in fun letters

Then the bell rang. People filed into my room. I was handed an apple by a student coming to my seminar. I smiled. The young man blushed. I laughed good naturally. I grinned at my huge class. The bell then tolled again, indicating people coming in are late.

"Afternoon, class," I said smiling broadly at them.

"Afternoon, Dr. Spears," they all replied back.

"Alright class, lets open our textbooks to page 136," I said calmly with a smile on my face.

The telltale flipping of pages made me smile broader. For the next full 2 hours I explained the dangers of finding disease, traps, angry natives, and other archeologist. I told them some of my expeditions gone sour and I received quite a few laughs. Then the bell rang and the class groaned in unison. I laughed good naturally.

"Alright class, do your homework and if all of yall turn in yall's papers on time I'll go and arrange a sort of field trip," I said.

This was met with a resounding cheer. I laughed good naturally and packed my suitcase up and moved to exit the room. Out of the corner of my eye I see an African American girl student trying to get my attention, waving her hand frantically in the air.

"Yes? If you want private lessons I'm afraid you will have to wait or talk to my secretary," I said turning around to face...the creepy lady.

"Oh DAMN!, I was really hoping you was just a hallucination from lack of oxygen," I said taking a step back.

"Alexandra Spears, a touch of destiny be wit you," her voice echoing throughout the empty classroom.

"Who are you? Are you some foreign spy? I KNOW you aren't one of my students," I demanded still walking to my door backwards.

She merely smiled creepily at me, her black teeth glinting slightly. I made a mad dash to my door. I threw it open and ran to Mary's office with the strange ringing sound resounding in my ears. I threw the door open. Mary was drinking a mug of coffee.

"Please tell me you made more than one cup, Mary. I think I'm losing all of my sanity!" I exclaimed panicked.

"Alex! Calm Down! Breathe! Here!" She commanded and handed me a full cup.

I quickly drained it and the soothing, warm rich coffee calmed me down lightly.

"You know what, all this stress is really getting to me. I need a vacation...'' I said haggardly

I sat down at her chair.

"This stress of teaching and doing plain ole archeology is starting to make me hallucinate," I told Mary.

She nodded sympathetically and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Imma go ask the Dean to let me have some time off to do some extreme archeology and let some steam off," I said perking up a little.

Mary rolled her eyes in exasperation but agreed that I need to blow some steam off. I left the room but she called me back.

"Before you leave, I think we should check out the stuff you found yesterday," she said.

I nodded and said," Alright, round up Shaun and Emmanual."

I went back to my office and asked my secretary if I had any pressing appointments to tend to or if I missed any messages.

"Several students are requesting tutoring sessions and your parents are requesting you come home. The Dean wants to have a conference with you and your mail is right here," he said in a rushed voice.

I opened the door to my office and walked in.

"Make some sort of excuse to my parents, I don't plan on going home anytime soon. Tell the Dean I have to do some analysis on the artifacts. Also, tell the Dean I will be out again to do some archeology again...Wait, also, before I forget, I want you to place these artifacts in the examination room," I ordered, completely forgetting the creepy lady.

I sat at my desk while my secretary grabbed the container and staggered out the door. I picked up my mail. Bills...invitations to parties...my parents begging me to come home letters...and a strange blank package...and quiet a few angry parent letters. I rolled my eyes and pushed them aside. I picked up the strange blank package. The only thing on the front was an elaborate 'C' on it and it was tied together with twine. I pulled my drawer out and got my switchblade out again. I sawed the twine off and gently opened it. for all I know it could have been a bomb. I sighed in relief. No bomb was in the box, rather inside was a thick letter and an elaborate paperweight. I picked up the letter and read it.

"A touch of destiny be wit you. I send people to you. Wear this ring," the letter stated funnily.

I frowned, the strange ringing noise had came back. I picked up the small metal paperweight. I placed it on my palm and looked it over.

"Who ever wrote that strange letter and who ever is stalking me apparently doesn't know the difference between a ring and a paperweight," I muttered to my self, my eyes turned slightly green in amusement.

Thee thing was a strip of steel with a skull and crossbones on it. I carefully looked at it. I blinked hard. The strip of steel seemed to have twitched. I froze in horror as the strip of steel snake itself around my pointing finger on my right hand. It fully encircled my finger and the ring felt cool and strange. The face of the Jolly Roger grinning cruelly out in front of me. I grimaced and tried to take it off...but it sat really snug on my finger like it was attached to my finger. I tried twisting it off and it slowly relinquished its hold on my finger. I just about collapsed in relief. I changed into my "Adventure" clothing, putting the ring on the desk. I swiftly pulled on the thin long sleeved shirt and placed my guns in my holster belt. I buckled my holsters on, some out for the world to see and some hidden. I slipped my vest on and it covered my hidden guns quite well, and I put my dark brown leather jacket hiding a few more things, but keeping my whip out and in reach. I reached to my hat on my desk and somehow the ring ended up on my hand again. I growled frustrated and grabbed my hat and rammed it on. I pulled on my cargo pants on and belted it on firmly. I Retied my hair in to a ponytail and I pulled on my heavy duty combat boots on. I left the ring on because I grew frustrated after constantly trying to keep it off.

"Damned ring," I cursed under my breath after it wouldn't even twist off.

I growled frustrated again and stormed out of my office. My secretary was talking to a strange, eccentric looking man of a height of 5'8 with long dreadlocks with beads and trinkets. He had very dark eyes there were heavily outlined in a strange black substance. He was CLEARLY not from around here. He spoke low and threatening to my secretary and I heard a gun cock. Time to intervene.

"Is there a problem, sir?" I said icily while putting a hand on one of my out in the open guns.

"I be looking for a Alexandra Spears and this ninny won't tell me," he told me in a strange accent...almost British, yet not really...

"How about you release my secretary from gun point," I stated coldly.

The man released my secretary and my secretary ran off.

"You be Alexandra Spears? Ye look like a man," he said skeptically.

The temperature of the room quickly dropped and my eyes developed red streaks.

"PROFESSOR Spears, So what is so important that you threatened my secretary?" I demanded, my arm tense and ready to pull my gun out and shoot.

He walked up and looked down on me. He moved faster than lightning and had my right hand in a vice grip. He looked at the strange ring and paled. I tried to yank my hand back but to no anvil it did jack didly squat...

"Bugger," he muttered, his face inches from my hand.

I smelt alcohol and saw how unfocused his dark brown eyes appeared. I thought on my feet and rammed my elbow into the guy's ribcage and he let go fast. I raced out of the room and straight to the examination room. I looked behind me and the strange man was running drunkenly with his arms flapping after me. Amusingly enough he was one HELL of a fast runner. I threw the door open to the examination room and ran into Emmanual. I sighed in relief. The ringing noise then reached an unbearable limit. I controlled my breathing and sat down at an empty chair, rubbing my temples.

I saw the Strange man all the way at the end of the hall. My eyes widened in anxiety.

"SHAUN! LOCK THAT DOOR NOW!" I screeched.

Shaun leaped from his seat and rushed over to the door. Shaun slammed it shut and locked it. I sighed in relief. The door's handle was being jarred.

"Luv, I need to talk wit ye," I heard through the door.

Emmanual turned to me and raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"Trust me I don't even know him, he threatened my poor secretary with a gun so I would preferred it if we keep that damned door shut!" I exclaimed

Mary's eyes widened and nodded in agreement. We all waited and we all heard Loud footsteps walk away and angry, slurred swearing. I relaxed.

"Okay, lets examine, then I am going to my version of blowing off some stress," I said more relaxed.

We all got up and spread the items out on the huge table. Mary was holding the Jolly Roger and was looking a corner of it under a microscope, Emmanual was examining a French tricorn and Shaun was holding one of the Asian swords. I continued to rub my temples, the ringing really bothered me. I growled frustrated and rammed my hands into my pockets.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I exclaimed loudly.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I pulled out my hands and emptied my pockets. There was a HUGE amount of JUNK coming out of my pockets. My mouth fell open. Most of my pockets were empty when I first put them on except for one which had a small pocket knife, not this crap! I kept pulling stuff out of my pockets, a cork, some tobacco cutters, a wooden eye, heck! even a playing card! I finally pulled out one last thing, the strange ancient coin necklace. The ringing slowly died down, quiet but still there.

"Guys, do yall hear a strange sound?" I asked quietly and hopefully.

"Nope," They chorused in unison.

I groaned and said, "That's it! I am taking a vacation whether or not the Dean likes it! All this stress is making me hallucinate and hear things! And if the doesn't like it he can kiss my ASS!"

They nodded, seeing me in a bad mood once before made them know I hate being bugged around now. Shaun put down his sword and attempted to open the bag. I didn't pay attention and picked up the ring of keys and examine everyone. One even resembled this stupid ring on my finger. They were old and worn bust surprisingly enough, not rusted or even broken. I set the keys back down gingerly and picked up a simple tricorn hat. It was a captain's hat to be sure, it held an air of dignity and of headstrong pride. I set it down as well and examined the Austrian pistols. They were beautiful, It had a black iron barrel and a silver inlay. They were in perfect condition. I cocked the gun and uncocked it. My eyes widen, it was loaded with a shot and gunpowder. I gently put it back down and grabbed a very worn out cutlass sheath. I grabbed the hilt and slowly unsheathed it. It was beautiful the blade it self was perfectly balanced and the hilt was inscribed with a sun setting over an ocean with a sparrow flying over. The strange ringing barraged my ears forcefully once more. I quickly sheathed it and sat down fast. I rubbed my temples and looked around. Emmanual, Shaun, and Mary were struggling to open the sack. I raised an eyebrow and got up. I walked over.

"How is it yall three can't open a simple bag?" I asked amused, my eyes turning light green.

Emmanual frowned and said, "How about YOU come and try to open it!"

I Shrugged and walked over and everyone stood back. I grabbed the top of the bag and smoothly opened it with ease. I glanced at Emmanual with an amused grin. There was a pile of strange clothes, a cutlass, a gun, a letter, a hat, and a strange eerie chest. The letter had another 'C' on it. I quickly backed up. I tried hard to pull and twist the ring off. The ring pretty much REFUSED to come off and Emmanual picked up the letter. He looked at the back, and stared hard at it.

"Alex, this letter is addressed to you," he said, handing me the letter.

I shakily opened the letter.

"Dese clothes will help ye, take de chest and de weapons. Keep de ring, dis will identify you to my messengers and de people who are going to aid ye. DO NOT lose de chest," The letter said in a curious form of writing...almost like a Jamaican person speaking.

I swiftly folded the letter and placed it on the table. I ignored every word of the letter, probably just a prank.

'How the hell can it be a prank? A freakin' paperweight turned into this infernal ring!" the annoying thought whispered itself at me

'SHUT UP!" my other voices of though roared at that one voice and that stupid ringing.

I pulled everything out of the bag. a white billowy shirt, a brown vest, two black belts, a gold sash, a black long coat, a pair of brown pants, a darker set of black boots that folded from the top, a bandana, and a Black tricorn with a bright white feather in it. These looked really new and fresh. I pulled out the sword and it had the inscription of a phoenix on the hilt. I unsheathed it a little. The blade was very fine and was very good quality steel and was perfectly balanced. I sheathed it reluctantly and picked up the pistol and found it had a decent weight to it. I hesitated at the chest. THUMP-THUMP. We all froze in horror. I took a deep breath and pulled it out. I quickly pulled out my watch and looked it over.

"Guys, I have to go, yall up for doing the rest?" I asked anxiously.

They nodded and Mary pushed me out the door and pretty much ordered me to relax. I smiled at her gratefully. She handed me my fedora and smiled mischievously.

"Go find yourself a man 'kay?" She ordered bluntly.

I glared at her but my eyes were a light green betraying my amusement. I rammed my fedora on and rolled my eyes. I left and re-entered my office warily. I grabbed my suitcase and moved to exit out the door. I frowned. I changed my mind and exited through the window and closed it. I walked to my car across the street. I felt uneasy like something was wrong. I walked to the car and unlocked it. Right when I was about to open the car a heavily callused hands threw me against the car, policed styled, my hands where held behind me in a very vice like grip.

"Now luv, that stunt ye pulled earlier was unwise," I heard in my ear a very slurred, drunk voice.

The stench of alcohol flooded my nose and the tell tale jingle told me this was the man who held my secretary at gun point. I sneezed violently

"Damn it! From freaky letters, to creepy ladies. From a stupid ringing nose to you! I mean WHAT THE HELL! I even get freaky dreams! Can this day get any worse?" I growled quietly to myself, pissed.

I felt my captor jerk in shock

"'Creepy Lady'? 'Ringing noise'? 'freaky dreams'? Tell me, what did said dream involve?" he inquired alarmed.

I didn't reply, the ringing sound was seriously like a bullet ricocheting around a steel room. My knees buckled and I groaned out loud. The man quickly let go of me. My knees buckled and I knelt on the ground, my hands holding my temples. Then randomly it stopped. I sighed in relief. I looked up slowly and saw the barrel of a gun pointed in my face. I froze in horror, my mind yelling random crap at me.

"Care to tell me, eh luv?" he asked, cocking his gun.

"Fine! I had a weird dream of some person singing something about "hoisting colors' and some tentacle guy about to gut me!" I snarled, my fiery temper shooting up, my eyes turning a VERY dark gray with very clear red streaks in it and my old southern accent sticking out like a sore thumb.

The man paled and his gun was shaking slightly. He glanced at my neck and pales even more. He pushes is gun back into his...belt? Wait...he wasn't even dressed in jeans! WTF! He looked like he was dressed for a costume party with a pirate costume theme, except for some odd reason I knew this was the real deal. He grabbed my shirt collar and pulled my up and picked up a necklace I was wearing. It was that stupid coin! This time instead of a leather strip, there was now a metal chain forcing me to keep it on. His strange dark eyes darkened even more.

"Calypso," he growled angrily, his dark eyes flashing and his facial expression was murderous.

He let go of my necklace and my shirt. I desperately made a lunge in the opposite direction of my car, towards the campus. I dashed madly for the doors. I saw Mary in her car about to leave. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath to yell. At that very moment, the man tackled me from behind and held a folded bit of cloth to my face. I smelt knockout medicine in it. I fought, thrashed, and struggled hard for a few seconds but I blacked out.