Aliana Ravenne Emily Cara Lilian Delilah Smith was a Mary-Sue. She was beautiful, smart, outgoing, and graceful. She had long, glossy, silky, shiny, satiny hair that was chocolate-chestnutty dark brown, tumbling down to the lowest part of her back. She had flawless, smooth, pale, enviable skin that looked as though it had been carved out of the most precious ivory. She had a perfect little button nose, and full, gorgeous, rosy lips. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, slim and toned with curves in all the right places. But the most striking feature of her was her eyes. They were blue pools so deep anyone could get lost in them, and they had gold flecks, gold rivalling the most valuable treasure (odd, I know). They changed color, too. Some people thought it was because of her mood, but it actually directly related to the number of giraffes in a certain plain in Africa. There always seemed to be more giraffes when she was angry, causing her eyes to glow red. When she was sad, there were less than usual, causing all the gold flecks to leave, and the lively sparkle. Those were some odd giraffes.

Anyway, back to Aliana Ravenne Emily...let's call her Allie. She was a stylish girl, always dressing in clothes that flatter her, although if she had worn plaid Bermuda shorts with an orange-and-purple polka-dotted baggy shirt, it still would have looked stunning. She lived in 2006, in a huge mansion with an exquisitely decorated room. Everybody at school was mean to her though.

"Ha ha, you're sooooooo ugly/stupid/clumsy/everything you aren't!" they would tease, causing her to run home, athletic legs powering her on. One such day, it was really bad as the lesser students had thrown ketchup packets at her. "Ha ha, you're a stupid ketchup lady! Got ketchup?" they taunted her, bringing tears to her stunning blue eyes. She was running up her driveway when her 32 siblings ran out to go see their favorite movie, Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. They trampled her, making her cry even more. She walked gracefully up to the door, gracefully opened it, and gracefully tripped over the threshold. Everything Aliana Ravenne Emily Cara Lilian Delilah Smith did was graceful. Her father wasn't home, as usual, and he mother had died when she was 7. She walked up the stairs to her room.

Her room was plastered with posters of Jack Sparrow, her obsession. Every day after school, she would come home, flop gracefully down on her soft, king-size bed, pop her DVD of Pirates of the Caribbean up into her big-screen TV, and daydream about the Captain. She fell into one of her favorite daydreams, where she and Jack fought off ghost pirates right after he proposed to her. Slowly her eyelids began to grow heavy, and she fell asleep.

Three hours later, Allie's eyes fluttered gracefully open. She found herself looking up at a clear blue Caribbean sky. Sitting bolt upright, she looked around at her surroundings. She was on a ship! She stared up at the ragged, black sails. Could it be? She stood up and ran over to the side of the ship, where the name was. It was! Aliana Ravenne Emily Cara Lilian Delilah Smith was on the Black Pearl! She remained bent over the side, a look of shock playing across her beautiful features. She suddenly felt a firm hand grasp her shoulder, and she heard a voice.

"Gettin' sick, luv?" it asked her. Allie's rosebud mouth opened further. She stood up and wheeled around, only to see herself facing everyone's favorite pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow.

Allie tucked a strand of dark hair behind her left ear. "Actually, I was just looking at the name of your ship. The Black Pearl. Nice name. Nice ship. I'm Aliana Ravenne Emily Cara Lilian Delilah Smith, but you can call me Allie," she said, her melodious voice confident and clear.

"My name's Jack, but you can call me Captain Sparrow," he said. Allie nodded. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Allie considered her options. She could tell the truth, or lie. She silently decided.

"I snuck onto your ship in Tortuga. Sorry 'bout that. My crew mutinied me onto the other side of the island. I walked through jungle, mountain, and forest to get to Tortuga, and yours was just the first ship I saw."

Jack lowered his eyebrows confusedly. "So why are you wearing that, luv?" he asked, gesturing to Allie's jeans and top. "Oh, um, ugh. You caught me. I'm actually from the future. I fell asleep one day after they called me ketchup head..." She trailed off. Jack raised an eyebrow. "Come into my cabin. This should be interesting."

Allie was settled onto a small bed, Jack sitting opposite her holding out a mug of hot tea. "Alright, Allie," he said, "have some tea and tell me about it. We might be able to figure out how you got here, savvy?"

Allie took a sip. "Well, my mom died when I was seven..."

-20 minutes later-

Allie was pouring tears from her beautiful eyes, gracefully. She was beautiful even when she was crying. The giraffes were at an all-time low. "And today, at school," she sobbed, "they called me fat, ugly, and stupid, and clumsy, and they threw ketchup packets at me. KETCHUP PACKETS!" she wailed. Jack walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. She flung her arms around him and buried her head in his neck. He awkwardly put his arm around her shoulder, and patted her lightly. "It's...alright, Allie! Everything's gonna be fine, luv!" Jack said, clearly new to this "crying-girl-in-cabin" thing. He was suddenly stricken by an idea. "Aliana, do you have anything in your pockets?"

Allie looked up, the tears stopping. "I might, actually," she said, reaching into her back pocket. "Oh, it's just a $5, never mind," she said. Jack nodded.

"That doesn't really tell us much, now does it luv?" Jack said. "Well, if we can't find out anything, you could always stay here, and work on the ship," he suggested. "Okay, that sounds great!" Allie said, the sparkle returning to her stunning eyes. A couple of giraffes had retuned to the plains in Africa. Allie threw her arms around Jack just as the door opened.

"Captain! We need some assistance- Oh, didn't mean to be interruptin' anything," said a skinny, dark-skinned girl who was closing the door. Allie quickly let go of Jack and dusted herself off. "Nothing interrupted, Allie said, bestowing the skinny girl with a smile that lit up her gorgeous features.

"I'm Aliana Ravenne Emily Cara Lilian Delilah Smith, but most people call me Allie," Allie said. "I'm Anamaria," said the skinny girl. "Nice to meet you, Anamaria," Allie said, being polite. Anamaria nodded. "Likewise."

"Captain, the men were needin' some assistance up on deck, there was an odd pink machine that they found, I guess," Anamaria said. Allie gasped. "My iPod!" she said loudly.

She dashed gracefully from the cabin, letting the mug that she was holding her tea in crack on the ground. She ran up a short flight of stairs, and she was back on deck. She saw the group of smelly pirates, with her iPod. "Stop! Put it down!" she screamed.

The pirates looked up at the strange new girl, puzzled looks on their faces.

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