Hello! It's me, the author of this story! Obviously... Anywho, I know I probably should finish my other stories before adding this one, but honestly, I can't find the inspiration for them. I recently watched all three Pirates of the Caribbean movies, which I am now obsessed with. I was going to wait until I'd finished a few more chapters, but I have a few spares.

Yes, this is a story where the characters go back in time, but it is much better than it seems. They won't go missing in their world, nor will time stand still. TIME WILL GO ON AS NORMAL! PM me if you have any questions about WHY this is.

Disclaimer: Why do I need this? Oh, right... People can be dumb. So I don't get sued, I'm going to tell you that I don't own anything other than Maggie. She's mine. But the plotline ... not so much.

If someone told you that they had met the real Jack Sparrow – sorry, Captain – you'd think they were crazy, off their rocker. However, I'm 99.9999999% certain that I'm not off my rocker, and yet, I have met a charming Mr Jack Sparrow. And I'm not talking about Johnny Depp.

Jeez people, I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Savvy?

My friends have seen him too. They can assure that I'm not mad, however I may sound.

Do you not believe me? Still? Then, perhaps, I shall explain in full.

My name is Magdalena-Rose Knight, but everyone just calls me Maggie. When this story started, I was thirteen, but that was quite a few years ago now. I was part of the craziest bunch of misfits that ever waltzed the halls of Ryerdale District State High, practically the group who everyone though was nuts.

No far off, really.

But I'm also the one who got straight A's, hadn't ever had a detention, wrote stories, all those things that seemed important then, but aren't anymore. That was so going to change after … it happened.

What is it?

It is difficult to explain. The it story is really long. So, make some popcorn, sit down, relax, leave all you troubles behind, 'cause when you hear mine, you'll think you are a spoilt, rich, masochistic, retarded brat.

But first, you must learn about the main "characters". Any good story has characters, and this story is a good one. I'll describe them as accurately as I can, because I myself dislike it when the characters are impossible to see.

Lacey Clairlit was brunette, a lively girl with wide light brown eyes and a British accent from when she lived in England. She played the clarinet, giggled just a little too much and was somewhat sarcastic (although I completely claim that I'm the reason she is – no good comes from associating with me). She had a little sister, Mia, and a little brother, Ben (I thought Mia was really cute, but I dunno whether she is now – I haven't seen them in ages).

Amelia (Amy, she preferred) Pond was a little short, with a long brownish-blonde braid, little or no freckles and bright blue eyes. She used her hands to get her point across and was dramatically funny, preferring to make people laugh by using words that were too grand and long for the situation. Her brother was rather disliked by us, but seemed to be unfavourably popular among the chimpanzees (aka the males) of the tenth grade. Like Lacey, she was musically skilled and played a really (not) cool instrument – the viola.

Katherine Roth detested her name. It was Kitty or nothing, for her (although, I didn't know why she insisted on it, seeing as we gave her so much shit about it then). She was shorter than Amy, with green eyes, dirty blonde hair and way too many siblings – five, in total. Kitty was also way too loud, a trait which we found endearing while others found it … annoying. But we didn't think Kitty was that annoying, so it didn't really bother us.

The last friend I'm going to introduce is the one who was probably the craziest (not that that's changed). Her name was (and still is!) Erika Black. She had long brown hair, scotch coloured eyes (her mum joked that the reason her eyes were that coloured was because of her grandfather who liked to drink scotch) and really straight teeth from her braces (which she had gotten off at Christmas time).She had absolutely no coordination whatsoever (neither did I, but I didn't try to point it out all the time). And like Kitty, she felt the need to shout all the freaking time!

And with our characters (though I can't see why you'd call them that) introduced, we can get on with our very exciting story, about how it happened.

~M*K~

It was ISLAP day, it was, when it happened (International Speak Like A Pirate day, for all your dumb-arses out there). Me and my friends – the aforementioned Kitty, Lacey, Erika and Amy – had all agreed to dress up as pirates and terrorise the dear people of our utterly tiny town. After that, we were to meet my Dad at the ice-cream shop so that he could take us all home – my home. We were all going to have a sleepover, where we would watch Pirates of the Caribbean and write all manner of Fanfiction.

The five of us decided to sit down on some chairs around a table at the little shop, grinning and laughing as we recounted our stories. My dad, with his head of black-grey hair and rectangular glasses, bounced towards us only five minutes later.

'How did it go, girls?' he asked, kissing me on my head and sitting down at the table. 'Scare enough innocent townsfolk?'

Erika opened her mouth, the events of the day spilling out, generally boring the rest of us who already knew the stories.

'And then,' she gasped, mirthful tears streaking down her face, 'he ran away, screaming that we were the Devil in Spanish!'

'How did you know what he said in Spanish?' asked Dad, a frown on his face.

'Mr Knight, we make it our business to know all the insults out there, although, I confess, we know them so we can use them ourselves,' said Kitty.

Dad chortled. 'Because you're so funny, girls, I'll buy you all an ice-cream,' he announced.

What did we scallywags do? Well I'll tell you what we tough, God-forsaken pirates did.

We cheered!

'Hurrah f' the Cap'n!' yelled Amy.

'Aye t' that!'

Kitty ordered bubblegum, her eyes lighting up as the blue blob and accompanying cone was passed to her: Lacey and Erika weren't much different, both practically having fits when they chose their flavours (cookies 'n cream for Lacey, chocolate for Erika). A very anticipatory Amy ordered vanilla, which the shop keeper, John, handed to her with sprinkles since he thought her costume was cool.

And what did I order, you may ask?

'Little Miss Maggie, what can I get you?' asked John sarcastically. In case you haven't noticed, me and my friends knew John pretty well.

'I'll have … um … lemon gelato!' I told him.

He chuckled and rolled his blue eyes. 'Always lemon for Miss Maggie. It's a good thing you like it so much, because otherwise we would've had to get rid of the stock ages ago.'

'Hey! No one does that to Maggie-cream!'

'Maggie-cream?' he said, eyebrows raised as he handed me the chocolate-dipped waffle cone.

'Aye!' I exclaimed, waving my hands around like a drunk. 'The greatest flavour o' gelato e'er t' be invented.'

Another roll of the eyes.

'That'd be something only Maggie Knight would ever think of.'

'And ye may lay t' that!'

I took my ice-cream back to the table. Dad followed and sat down in between Lacey and Amy. I swept my eyes around the table, taking in everyone.

'How about I get some ice-cream tubs for when you girls are watching your movie?'

'Why?' I asked, narrowing my eyes.

Don't get me wrong, ice-cream can be awesome. But, there is a reason I prefer gelato: tubs of ice=cream are often closely related to – shudder – pancakes, the demons of breakfast. 'Cause, you see, the tubs contain ice-cream, which is dairy, which comes from milk, which is a very important factor in a pancake mix. And no, I don't know that because I make pancakes all the time – I know that because I want to know what to avoid.

'So you can eat it.'

My friends were grinning like the idiots they were: Erika's mouth was stretched so wide I could see her tonsils and Lacey's eyes were as wide as the saucers her family made her place tea on.

'Yeah!' squealed Amy, jumping up and down like a little kid promised … ice-cream. Amy was thirteen then, too, by the way.

'Ok,' I announced, 'we shall have ice-cream. Now, go collect it my minion.' I made shooing noises to my Dad, who rolled his eyes in a patronising way and sauntered off to speak to John about the large ice-cream specials.

I grinned – ice-cream manipulating was fun!

'So, which Pirates movie are we going to watch?' asked Kitty, tucking a strand of honey hair behind her ear.

'Do I really need to tell you, Katherine Eliza Roth?' I countered, and received a glare for using her full name, which, as mentioned, she detested.

'First one,' cut in Lacey, saving me from the wrath of the Roth. Wow, weird tongue twister. 'I've only seen the third, remember?'

'I still can't believe that,' said Erika, and she shook her head in mock disgust. 'You, by right, shouldn't be allowed to wear pirate's clothes since you haven't seen some of the best pirate movies of the century.'

'Oi, leave her alone,' I ordered. 'She is "under the jurisdiction of the King's Governor of Port Royal".'

Amy laughed while the others stared at me, Lacey blankly, Kitty and Erika with annoyance. I gave a giggle at their faces.

'Shut up with your movie quotes!' snapped Kitty.

'Ne'er!'

~M*K~

We were all set to watch the movie. Kitty was in charge of the popcorn, I was in charge of the movie, Lacey was in charge of the blankets, Amy was in charge of the soft drinks and Erika was in charge of us, lazily ordering us around my room.

'I don't see why you're not in charge of the movie,' I grumbled. 'It's my room, you lazy wench.'

'How dare you?' she said in mock anger, ruining the effect by giggling.

There was a banging on my door, followed by angry yells. All of my friends stared at it as if the bloody door had grown a head or something.

The banging grew louder, a pre-pubescent male voice booming, 'Maggie, open up now!'

'Yeah!' a high pitched girl's voice agreed.

'Ne'er!'

But Lacey had already gotten up and let the voices' owners into the room – my brother Zavier and my sister Savanna, the two most infernal creatures in the world.

I am glad to say that Zavier looked nothing like me, and even though Savanna was practically my miniature clone, she had this creepy look in her eyes that I really wanted nothing to do with. Some would call the eight year old cute but I'd call her as scary as being doused in fire five times, stabbed in the heart, run over by a tank and ripped apart by angry bulls. But that was only my opinion.

'I wanna watch Pirates of the Caribbean too, Maggie!' exclaimed Zavier.

Savanna nodded, grinning gappily (her two front teeth had fallen out a week ago), and said, 'It's funny.'

'No,' I said in my snobbish voice. 'My room, my movie, my popcorn, my friends. Get lost, little losers!'

Zavier scoffed and sat down next to Kitty, who got up and scampered to the other side of the room as if he had a disease. Well, he did. It's called Retarditis Disease, and it's very, very contagious. But Savanna, she just huffed, turned on her heel and stalked out the room.

It took another five minutes to lift Zavier out of my room so we could watch Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. By that time, Lacey had surpassed excited bouncy up and down and was currently dancing around, humming the movie's theme song (after I got really obsessed with the movies, I couldn't stop humming it under my breath all the time, to everyone's annoyance except the voices in my head, who had this habit of changing the song to the Lord of the Rings theme).

Unfortunately, we had agreed to let Lacey pick out what we could wear during the actual movie when she had asked us, so when she held out the bag, we couldn't disagree. Very unfortunately indeed.

'You said I could,' she told us happily as she pulled out a long, lacy dress that was cream in colour. 'I picked out traditional bedclothes, like they would actually wear in the 18th century!' she added excitedly.

'Why?' I asked, hands flurrying around me, trying to show my annoyance in a way that was not hitting her.

'Because,' she said, 'if you want it to be piratess themed, you also have to look at what those piratess' would wear if they were going to bed.'

'Yeah,' I agreed, 'a man's bed.'

Kitty said, 'We agreed to let her have her way with what we were going to wear as pyjamas. We'll just have to deal with it.'

'Why, in God's name, did we agree?' asked Amy, arms raised as if she were commanding the answer from the Heavens (which, knowing her, she probably was trying to do just that).

'Retard,' Erika snickered.

'Loser,' Amy retorted.

'Pancake lover.'

'Wench.'

'Wash your mouth out!'

'Only when you do!'

Kitty, Lacey and I all watched in amusement. We only moved to stop the fight when they started to get violent and pull at each other's hair, which was even more hilarious – so much so that I didn't want to stop the fight.

'Jeez, you two are temperamental,' Kitty announced.

'Emphasis on the mental part,' I told them, only to have said girls glaring at me. I laughed nervously. 'Parley?'

'Oh, shut up,' said Erika, but she was smiling, so I knew I was forgiven.

'Let's start the movie, shall we?' suggested Lacey. 'Otherwise we'll never finish it.'

'Aye, aye, Cap'n!' I mock saluted her, and then we rushed to our beanbags while I inserted the disc and pressed play.

Something was off as we all crowded around my television to watch as I skip past the very beginning so we could get to the menu. The screen seemed odd, glowing faintly. I frowned, skipping the ads. Finally, the golden coin on the screen appeared, as well as some dark music and the options. I clicked enter.

And the movie started.

Only, I was kind of right about something being off. Elizabeth was singing Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life For Me as per usual, but her voice was fainter than I remembered - and there seemed to be two voices, not one. And the ship wasn't there.

I turned to my friends to point this out, but I could only see three of the four.

'Where's Lacey?' I asked. The three looked at me in fright, all three pairs of eyes wide and confused and terrified. 'What?' I demanded.

'Maggie, you're glowing, like Lacey was a few seconds ago - before she disappeared!' gasped Kitty. I looked back at the screen. The ship was still nowhere in sight.

'Where's the ship?' I asked. The girls shook the heads.

Then Amy gave an alarmed cry, pointing to me. I looked down: my body really was glowing! Glowing, not sparkling like those damned vampires from Twilight. I was starting to get seriously freaked when I felt a wrench in my gut and everything went black.

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