Hi everyone! I have returned from the heaps of homework and exams that recently suffocated me, yes I am dramatic [[: This story just randomly crept up my brain. Because of all the vampire obsessions most of the people I know seems to be experiencing, I present to you a story about pirates? But there are awesome vampire fanfictions out there! Enjoy~

Incidents and OC's that may appear are the products of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or not, is entirely coincidental.

Disclaimer: I attempted to be Higuchi Tachibana in disguise, but sadly my plan was foiled, so I am just going to write fanfictions. Gakuen Alice and it's characters are not mine.

-Also please notify me of any mistakes ^-^ appreciate it!

T r e a s u r e L a n d i n g - Chapter one

"I could hear the ocean Dad, I sure wish Mom was here." Mikan peered down and lifted the necklace her mom gave to her.

"I'd want that any day too, Mikan."

"Mommy would enjoy this very much!" Mikan beamed, while gently placing the pearly conch shell back on the grainy sand. "When I grow up, I want to travel the world!" She stood up, raised her arms high in the air, and twirled. "I'll even ride on a humongous ship and I'll wave to you with a white handkerchief while wearing a beach hat like those actresses do in movies we saw!" She added, her smile spreading into a content grin. Mikan's father arose from his sitting position and with his arms wide open, encircled his precious daughter into a tight embrace.

"I will be happy for you to do that, but wait a few more years for you are only seven years of age! My, you have such grand ambitions." Her father replied.

"Don't worry Dad, it's not on my book to go right now. I'll wait, because I still can't bear the thought of leaving you alone." She said, looking up unto the sun reflecting its light on the calm shore.

-10 years later-

Mikan wrestled with her suitcase, ready for the trip of her lifetime. After punching, kicking, and locking it into a smothering death grip she managed to seal the zipper of her bulky luggage. Complete with clothes and other personal necessities.
"Whew, I'm tired." She exhaled, while wiping a bead of sweat that trickled down her forehead. Mikan let her back fall on the bed.

"Mikan, dear you might be late for your departure." Her father called from downstairs.

"Just a minute Dad!" She laid back down, staring at her ceiling, then closed her eyelids. Mikan absorbed the minisicule details of her orange splashed walls. From the red oriental lanterns that hung on her ceiling, the purple butterfly cut-outs that adorned her walls, and the faint glow of her pastel pink lampshade. "I'll miss this room so much." She whispered. With that, she came up to her feet and trudged downstairs, her suitcase being hauled behind her.

"Ready?" Mikan's Father asked.

"Ready!" She saluted, imitating a sailor.

- Approximately 1 hour 30 minutes later-

"All passengers to ride OceanLines are to board now." The intercome buzzed. (a/n: Is OceanLines a real company? If it is, it doesn't belong to me)

"Well Dad, I guess that's my call." Mikan said.

"It sure is, you be careful 'kay? Don't involve yourself with strangers."

"Of course Dad, you taught me that years ago."

"Good luck and keep in touch with me you hear? I don't want you coming back here with a fiancé." He joked while sadly smiling.

"Oh Dad, you know very well I won't do that. I will keep in touch Dad. I love you." Mikan went over to her Father to provide him with a big bear hug. "Bye Dad, I'll miss you sooooo much! Don't get sick okay?"

Mikan strolled up the ramp, casually looking back to remember her Father's face. She was astounded with the ship's décor her mouth hung agape.

"Close your mouth a fly is going to enter it, but judging by your looks it seems that the flies won't even bother to come in." A certain someone teased.

"Wh- who gives you the right to speak to me that way? I don't know you and you don't know me. Besides, I'm a lady, and judging by your attitude you're no gentleman." Mikan retorted, imitating his phrase with the same tone. Mikan took a closer look at him and was bewildered because the rim of his top hat hid his appearance. The man merely gave her a smirk, turned on his heel, and walked away. She got even more confused, so she too walked over to her seat. She slumped down and blew a contented sigh. "These seats sure are comfy aren't they?" Mikan turned her head to the side and saw a girl with dark ebony hair. The girl was casually reading a magazine called "How to earn money" beside her lay several other magazines that all had to do with money, cash, and blackmail. Mikan silently sweatdropped at the girl's um... interests. "Hi there, I'm Sakura Mikan." She extended her hand towards the girl. The girl glanced at her hand thinking second thoughts, but she decided to shake Mikan's hand.

"Name's Imai Hotaru."

Mikan chattered away, talking about her Father, her hobbies, and most of all her excitement. Hotaru scanned through her reading material, while looking as if she was listening to Mikan's stories. Mikan's storytelling was cut short by a warning bell. Yellow lights blinked rapidly. Mikan looked at the warning guide plastered on the wall. "Alright, red means the sink is sinking, and yellow means the ship is going to be hijacked!" She panicked, while Hotaru went to the lobby, Mikan following suit. People were packed like sardines in the main room. Muttering, pleas, and curiosity filled the lobby.

"Settle down please! Settle down! Please remain calm!" An officer ordered, unaware of the fact that five young men wearing long black coats were climbing up the staircase. People then noticed this fact and pointed at the mysterious five. Mikan also took note of this and averted her eyes on the staircase. When the five young men reached the top they held their top hats and long coats and hurled them aside, revealing cool and modern pirate attire. Mikan thought they looked stupid, (a/n: silly Mikan thought they were cosplaying) but was stumped by their features she couldn't help but admit to herself that they were indeed very very handsome. (a/n: notice the extra very .)

-blonde hair, goofy grin etched on his face.

-had sandy blonde hair, but a darker hue. He was wearing glasses.

-midnight black hair, with tints of blue and a star tattoo complimented his left cheek.

-blonde hair, while stroking a bunny.

-messy raven hair, equipped with that annoyingly familiar, but sexy and appealing smirk?

And that was chapter one! Please support me by reviewing, also I beg you to inform me of any grammatical errors you see. (I have problems with Microsoft Office, so I cannot use Microsoft Word, leaving me with no way to spell check other than reading the whole thing.) Also, I have speech advancement class, wish me luck because I acquire stage fright when speaking in front of people. I do hope I can update this story even with summer classes. I cannot promise cookies, but I will tell you this, giving someone a compliment or constructive criticism *mumbles* will surely make a difference in you and that person's life. I offer you my deepest gratitude. ((:

-Trishasan signing off.