hey all. this is just a random thing i thought of while i was in writers block for my other story. hope you like it. this is a first, so no flames :)

disclaimer: my friend and my sister own themselves, Disney owns POTC, and i'm left with myself. poo

POTC: Karaoke Night!

Characters:

Emily-16 years old, red brown hair, very light skin, freckles, blue eyes, fan of Barbossa (not fangirl, i just think he's the best character)

Cindy-15 years old, brown hair, tan skin, blue eyes, Emily's younger sister, fangirl of Will

Kara-18 years old, black hair, green eyes, light skin, fangirl of Jack

The characters of POTC

"Yippeeeeee!!!!!!!" It was the end of the last day of school and the beginning of the summer. I quickly pulled out my cell phone and called my younger sister Cindy. For a girl who's a year younger than me and into totally different things, she's pretty cool. Mostly because we both are total fans of Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Oi!" I said when she picked up. "A boogie stickle stickle!" she said back. "Come on Cinderella, where are you?" Cinderella is my nickname for her. "I'm at my locker, where are you?" "By the band room waiting for Kara to pick me up. If you don't hurry, we'll have to go with the Code and leave you behind." Kara was my best friend. She was 18 and also obsessed with Pirates of the Caribbean.

Our plans for the rest of the week were to go up to Kara's family's house in Michigan while they were in Canada and pretty much just go to the beach, watch all 3 Pirates movies, have karaoke contests and laze around. Our parents said ok, so now we've got everything we need packed into Kara's car and we're just waiting for her to pick us up.

"You know those rules are more like guidelines anyway," Cindy retorted, bringing me back to the present. " 'Shuddup. You're next!'" I quoted my all time favorite character, Barbossa. "Whatever. Meet you by the band room in 5…4…3…2…1!" She burst into the band room and said, "Dr. Livingston, I presume?"

I flipped my phone shut. "Lets go wait for Kara by the flags," I said. "Aye aye, captain." I rolled my eyes as I picked up my French horn and walked out the door. She followed, picking up her trumpet.

"Hey look! There's Kara!" Cindy pointed. "Ok, lets go." We walked toward her black Ford Explorer. She opened the trunk and we chucked our instruments in there. Then we went around the side and got in.

"Hey Kara, what's up?" I asked. She looked, well, this is kinda hard to describe, it looked like she just got kissed by Jack. "Oh my god, you won't believe what I found!" "What?" Cindy and I asked in unison. She pulled out a black box from her bag of stuff to do and handed it to me. "Open it," she said mysteriously.

I did as she asked and looked inside. "No way," I breathed. "What? What is it?!" Cindy wanted to know. I held it up. "It's Jack's compass."

"Cool, where'd you find it? Ebay?" Cindy joked, thinking it was a replica. "Its not funny, try it out," Kara said. "Okay I will." She took it and looked at it. It was pointing toward the bag of CDs we brought along with us. "Okay, that was really weird." "Why?" "Because I just felt like listening to 'Had a Bad Day'. I'm convinced."

As we sat there trying to figure out what this could mean, I asked Kara where she had found it. "Well, you know my cat Icicle? She was acting really weird while I was packing the car, you know, like she was having a spasm or something. Then she ran into the daylilies and started digging."

"That's weird enough by itself." Icicle was the most spoiled cat I knew. She would never do anything as dirty or rigorous as digging.

Kara nodded. "I went in there to see what the problem was when she came out with a black box in her mouth. She walked up to me and pretty much put it in my hand. I opened it, and whaddaya know, its Jack's compass."

"Weird," Cindy and I agreed in unison. "Oh well, how about we listen to a little POTC soundtrack?" I said. The other two agreed and we spent the rest of the drive up there quoting random pirate sayings and singing our heads off to some of our other CDs.