Give Me One Reason

by Pinkie Polly

Lana got in a fight with her mom and wishes she were on the ship with Jack and his crew. Well, she didn't know she would meet a boy her age on the ship! They end up falling in love. To find out what else happens, read it to find out!

1. Who Are You?

Chapter One

Who Are You?

Hi! I'm Lana! I am in the eighth grade at Chestnut Middle School. I like Pirates of the Caribbean, but I'm not a freak like my friends Taylor and Anna. I make good grades most of the time, but when I make bad ones let's just say you don't want to be there.

"Ok, I will try harder in science!" I yelled.

"You better, or no TV for the rest of the month!" my mom said.

"What's the point in that? It is March 29!"

"You know what I mean," she yelled back. I was so mad I ran to my room. I slammed the door, and I turned on Pirates of the Caribbean. I started thinking about how free Jack seems, and I wished I could go and sail with Jack. And then I fell right asleep.

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When I woke up, I didn't know where I was. I was in a small room that smelled like rum. "My wish came true! I must be in Jack's rum seller!" I said quietly to myself. I knew that if Jack found me there I would be dead, because he HATED stow aways.

All of a sudden, I hear a voice. Then the handle turned and a young boy not older than 15 walked in. I tried to hide, but the room was small and there were not many places I could fit. So I just ducked in the corner.

"Who are you?" he asked

"Please don't hurt me! I don't know how I got here! I just woke up and here I was! Don't shoot me!" I screamed.

"Calm down, I won't hurt you. What is your name?" he asked.

"My name is Lana," I said while starting to calm down.

"Ok, Lana, just let me go get Jack, so he can get you some clothes and then tell me what to do with you," he said turning around.

"No! Jack hates stow aways. He will shoot me or throw me overboard for sure!" I yelled softly and grabbing his arm so he couldn't leave.

"Don't worry, I will make sure he doesn't. Just stay here ok?"

"Ok." He is nice. I hope I can trust him. I thought to myself.

A few minutes later, in stormed Jack. He looked as though ready to shoot me. He had his gun all ready and looked very annoyed. "Who are you, and what do you want?" he said pointing his gun in my face.

"Please don't shoot me Jack! I don't know how I got here!" I yelled (again).