Author's Note: Wow… I'm sorry for presenting you all this steaming pile of horseshit. I apologize for warping the minds of the innocent into thinking that this is a really good story. I have noticed that this story lacked something and I figured it out the other day. The characters aren't OOC nope much more better they don't really have any character. But never fear ye small amount of personals who read this I am going to continue writing this story but… are you ready for this? BETTER! I shall be adding more dialogue and poop like that so this story will RRROOCCKK!

Once I complete this beast I am planning to go back and rewrite the first ten chapters. Since Jeanne says I blame everything on her I am going to do this just to spite her. Bwahahaahah! I blame Jeanne because her demands force the poor little monkeys that write this story to work overtime frying their brains making this story poop. Those poor little monkeys they didn't stand a chance.

Ok seriously at the rate I've been putting out chapters the quality went down since Jeanne has no patience I am truly sorry for anyone I turned into a drooling baby zombie by reading this story. Thanks to everyone reviewing and saying my story is so incredibly ridiculously awesome in all its awesomeness. But don't get me wrong this is a decent story and it has good grammar unlike some fan fics. With that I bid you adieu.

Disclaimer: I don't own nothin. Only in the sad dark danky depths of my mind do I own the greatest movie and characters ever. Curse you Disney for making such an addictive movie! Curse You! Oh and I especially don't own Jeanne and she would kick my ass if I said I did. Okay so this is my first fanfic, so if it sucks monkey balls that's why. Please review your criticism is helpful!

"O God. Not this again." Jeanne sighed. She had become used to the routine of her crazed friend, whenever she went over to Melissa's house it always meant at least one thing, watching Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Yep, this again." Melissa said while slipping in the well-used dvd. She had memorized the movie even down to know the gestures and facial expressions of each scene. She knew how crazy it must seem to a normal person but to her it was "normal". Then again what is normal, a debate she often thought about.

While the previews rolled the two friends quickly got changed and ready for bed. When the Aztec coin finally appeared on the screen Melissa eagerly pressed play and began to recite the lines of said movie. That is until Jack appeared on the sinking boat known as the "Jolly Mon", at this point Melissa cheered "Hooray for mental orgies!".

At this Jeanne rolled her eyes and promptly said "You are one sad little person." Melissa just smiled at the joke and turned her attention to the swiftly sinking boat and its passenger on the screen. Her friend knew all too well what Melissa was thinking about, it didn't take a genius to figure that one out. Especially with the slight grin appearing on her face as the movie went on. Jeanne knew what that look meant since she got that same goofy look when she saw her cowboys. She dismissed the thought with a sigh while laying her head on a pillow and let sleep take her away.

Meanwhile Melissa was lost in thought and did not notice her friend was asleep. Her mind was wandering to the thoughts of how she wished this movie were real and how different her life would be if it were. Without her realizing it she was slowly drifted to sleep right when Jack and Elizabeth were singing "A Pirate's Life for Me". With her eyelids threatening to close she fell to sleep all the while softly humming the catchy song to herself. Oh how great it would be if indeed it was a pirate's life for her.

Jeanne awoke to Melissa's back pressing against hers. Apparently Melissa had forgotten one big rule and needed to be reminded of said rule. "Okay Snuggles back off." Jeanne said, adding a elbow jab for emphasis.

She felt the figure next to her flinch and then heard a sleepy voice say "Easy on the goods, darling."

"Melissa stop impersonating Jack and move you little weirdo!" Jeanne argued.

"Hey, if I'm not mistaken you're the one with your arm around my waist!" rebutted Melissa.

"I don't have my arm around your waist! I'm facing the damn wall!" declared Jeanne.

"Would you two bloody strumpets be so kind as to stop shouting when a man is trying to sleep!" a husky voice said. At that moment both girls realized that someone was between them. Jeanne screamed bloody murder, rolled off the bed and picked up what seemed like an empty bottle to use as a weapon. Melissa was not so fast to get up since she swore she heard that voice a hundred times before, it was not until a "what are you doing" look from Jeanne brought her from her thoughts. She leapt from the bed immediately after throwing the blankets over the angered man's head. Thus allowing for Jeanne to swiftly knock him over the head with what was assumed to be his own empty bottle.

The two girls were taking stock of their surroundings when the door burst open showing a short gruff man who urgently shouted "Are you alright Cap'n? I heard a something that sounded like a banshee screamin." The words had not long escaped his mouth that he noticed two women standing in front of him, one with the remnants of what appeared to be a shattered rum bottle.

Melissa recognized the man to be Mr. Gibbs she was in shock and disbelief when it dawned upon her that if that was Gibbs then the man lying on the bed unconscious must be. Oh crap she thought to herself, they had just knocked out the infamous Capt. Jack Sparrow. This was not a very good position for oneself to be in, obviously the crew won't take to kindly to this.

By the time Gibbs had finally put two and two together more of the crew had shown up all asking or seeing what had happened. The first mate then bellowed orders to the crew commanding them to take the two bewildered girls below and lock them in the brig.

They sat in the dark cell for a while in silence both contemplating how they had gotten in this place. That was until Melissa decided to voice her unwanted opinion. "You know we probably wouldn't be locked up here if you hadn't knocked the captain unconscious."

"No shit Sherlock. I suppose you had a better plan? Knowing you, you would have just stayed there until he woke up and was the one to be surprised. Don't think I didn't notice how long it took you to get your butt up and out of the bed." Jeanne remarked. Melissa just grinned at the comment.

"So what are we to do now?"

"How am I supposed to know? Find a way to get home?"

"And why would you want to do that?"

"Did you ever think that people will be looking for us since we seemed to have disappeared? And what is here for us when there are so many things to return to at home? And why do I keep asking so many questions?"

"Well maybe but this is the opportunity of a lifetime for me. Besides how in the world are we supposed to get back to our dull lives at home?"

"So I'm assuming this opportunity of a lifetime would be Jack?"

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow." A voice said right before the drunken pirate himself stumbled in.