A/N: I am writing this for all the people who love Cap'n Jack and Will
Turner...R&R! Do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, LOTR, Chewbacca, Peter
Pan, and the Perfect Storm
I was sitting idly in the living room one Friday night. No one was home. My family had gone off to see Lord of the Rings for the tenth time at the dollar theater. I had gotten so tired of seeing Frodo's finger bitten off that I had opted to stay home. So there I sat, dateless and lonely. Thunder and lightening were doing its usual "scary dryer tumble dry on high" routine and scaring my brother's shiatsu Chewbacca a ball of fluffed up fur out of his head. I had put on several DVD's not caring which ones they were and then suddenly in the middle of the movie I would get bored and put in a different movie. This happened several times. I finally got to the P's in our alphabetically organized DVD shelf (what can I say my mother's an organizing freak) and so after switching from Peter Pan and Perfect Storm I got to Pirates of the Caribbean. My two year old lisping sister calls it Pi-rats of da Cary-bean. I settled down the golden coin dropping on the menu screen and figured this was going to be the movie that occupied my quiet evening. Little did I know things were about to change drastically...
I was sitting idly in the living room one Friday night. No one was home. My family had gone off to see Lord of the Rings for the tenth time at the dollar theater. I had gotten so tired of seeing Frodo's finger bitten off that I had opted to stay home. So there I sat, dateless and lonely. Thunder and lightening were doing its usual "scary dryer tumble dry on high" routine and scaring my brother's shiatsu Chewbacca a ball of fluffed up fur out of his head. I had put on several DVD's not caring which ones they were and then suddenly in the middle of the movie I would get bored and put in a different movie. This happened several times. I finally got to the P's in our alphabetically organized DVD shelf (what can I say my mother's an organizing freak) and so after switching from Peter Pan and Perfect Storm I got to Pirates of the Caribbean. My two year old lisping sister calls it Pi-rats of da Cary-bean. I settled down the golden coin dropping on the menu screen and figured this was going to be the movie that occupied my quiet evening. Little did I know things were about to change drastically...