Oh, yeah, I'm back. Another one of those self-insertation fics. Non Mary-Sue. You dont like? Then dont read. Clicky the back button and read something else instead...Still here? Excellent! I hope you like it.
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Chapter #1.
If someone was walking down an ordinary street in England at two o' clock in the morning, they would see a a young girl gazing out of her window at the night sky. This particular girl had had a strange experience a few months before. She was still questioning whether her experience was actually an experience and not just a fantasy.
This girl's name was Amy. She had just turned 14 years old. She had big, slightly bug-out , blue eyes and a curvy waist. Sometimes called "fat" by some boys in her year.
Amy sighed in frustration and a strand of newly brunette-ed hair blew off her forehead. It had been months since she had seem Dead Man's Chest. The wait for the DVD, she thought, was becoming unbearable.
"I wish I could see Dead Man's Chest again," She sighed sadly.
Immedietly after that thought, there was a loud CRASH from outside the room.
She jumped and her head whipped round to the direction of the noise.
"Oh god!" She thought, standing up, "Oh god! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...It's a burglar, a muderer...a burglaring murderer!" She hopped from foot to foot trying to figure out what to do.
"Ok, ok, calm down." she muttered to herself, "Maybe it's Santa come early..."
Her dog, Charlie, who was lying on the floor at the time, raised his head and looked at her out of one eye.
"Charlie! You're a dog! Go fend 'em off!" She said. Charlie gave a loud sigh and lay his head back on the floor and went straight back to sleep.
"You're a shameful canine." She told him, shaking her head. "You're supposed to guard the fortress! Protect your mistress!"
He snored in reply.
Amy realised Charlie wouldn't be much use. She grabbed a coathanger that was hanging our of the cupboard. Holding it out threateningly, she moved slowly towards the door. She shut her eyes and waited, hand on the doorknob. And then, quick as a flash, she wrenched opened the door with a "RAAAH!", coathanger held alof and saw...nothing.
Amy frowned in confusion but then thought that the sound could've come from the spare room next to hers. So she crept along the hallway, flattened against the wall and leapt out in the doorframe of the spare room. There she found her cat. Standing over a pile of books that had toppled to the floor with an adorably innocent look on her face.
Amy sighed with relief and threw down the coathanger. The cat chirrped happily and wound herself round Amy's feet. Amy scooped her up in her arms and carried her back to her room.
As soon as she stepped over the doorframe to her bedrrom there was a blinding flash of white light that Amy recognised all too well. The cat hissed and freaked out, scratching Amy to pieces as she tried to get away. She let go of the cat and shielded her eyes with her hands. She dreaded taking them away again, knowing what was coming. Sure enough. when she dared lower her hands, there was a familiar figure standing in her bedroom. This person was Amy's age, had long white flowing robes and skin that seemed to glow. This girl's name was Rose and Amy knew her from her previous adventure.
"Oh no..." Amy groaned.
"You know what you're in for, dont you? You know the drill?" Rose asked.
"No, I seem to have forgotten. Can you explain it again?" (AN: See? Amy cares for all you people who haven't read the first one)
Rose rolled her eyes and said in an annoyed voice "You're going into the movie of Dead Man's Chest. You will be following the story but you can't alter the story, otherwise you'll never get back."
"So, no pressure then?"
"None whatsoever."
"Technically, I only wished to WATCH the movie again...not be IN it!"
Rose rolled her eyes, "Technicality."
Ignoring Amy's stutters of protest, Rose grabbed her by the arm and they disappeared with another blinding flash of light. Charlie opened one eye sleepily and watched them vanish. He raised one ear before taking his forbidden spot on her bed.
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Amy suddenly found herself lying flat on her back in a very confined space. She felt around and found that she was incased with wood. She tried to remember what part of the movie this could be and her heart dropped as she realised what she was in. A coffin.
Heart thumping, she kicked at the coffin lid as hard as she could. That achieved nothing except for the feeling that she might've broken her toe.
Amy pushed as hard as she could against the lid, throwing all her weirght into it but it wouldn't budge.
"Not good." She mumbled as a large wave bobbed the coffin up and down.
"Hello?" She yelled. "HELLOOO! WILL SOMEONE PLEASE LET ME OUT OF-"
BANG!
She stopped yelling as she heard the sound of a gunfire. There was a loud THUMP as something hit her coffin, most likely, she thought, the dead bird.
Amy gave the lid another sharp kick and let out a frustrated yell as it too didn't make any difference. Suddenly there was a TAP TAP on the coffin lid; someone was knocking on the wood.
She looked puzzled for a moment but then knocked back. She heard someone fumbling with the latch and then, suddenly, the lid swung open.
"I LIIIIVE!" She roared, sitting up with her arms outstretched like a zombie. There she was greeted by the surprised face of Jack Sparrow.
"You!" He gasped.
"Me." Amy replied calmly.
"You look different..." He said, peering at her short brown hair that had been long and blonde the last time they met and the piercings in her ears.
"Nice to see you too." She said, brushing dust off her newly aquired pirate clothes.
"I...uh...Can I ask you something?" Jack said, raising his eyebrows.
"Sure."
"How did you get here, what are you doing here and, most importantly...Do I care?"
"Magic, the same reason you are and...no." Amy said, slowly.
Jack paused for a second before saying, "Well, that clears that up."
"I suppose it does...race you to the Pearl!" Amy giggled and started paddling her way towards a great black ship that was hidden within the foggy shadows.
"Wait, how did you know it was there?" Jack called from behind her.
"I thought you didn't care, Sparrow!"
"I dont...and that's CAPTAIN Sparrow!"
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"Not quite according to plan?" Gibbs said, as Jack climbed aboard the Pearl, plonking the skeleton leg into Gobbs' hand.
" Complications arose...ensued...were overcome..." Jack said.
"It seems you've brought one back with ye, Cp'n." Gibbs said as he caught sight of Amy clambering onto the deck.
"This'll make up for her, then." Said Jack, taking something from his coat pocket and waving it around.
"You got it then?" Gibbs followed him.
"Mmm-hmm!" Jack unfurled a roll of cloth which apparantly his braved the turkish prison for. He turned around to find himself face-to-face with a rather angry looking crew.
"Captain..." Gibbs started to explain, as Amy went and stood by Jack's side, "I think the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something more...shiny...than a scrap of cloth and a troublesome girl. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear-shaped and being claimed by the sea and the treasure with it."
"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic." Said a crew member that must've been relatively new since Amy didn't recognise him.
"And the hurricane!" Marty added.
"All in all it seems it's been a fair while since we've done a speck of honest pirating."
"Is that how you're all feeling then?" Jack asked, leaning on Amy's shoulder. "That perhaps dear old Jack isn't serving your best interests as captain?"
No-one dared speak at that,
"AWWWK! Walk the plank! Keelhaul her!" Mr Cotton's Parrot squarked.
Jack whipped out his pistol and Amy drew her sword and they both held it at the bird.
"What did the bird say?" Jack roared.
"Yeah! I've only been here for five minutes and already I'm getting death-threats!"
"Do not blame the bird." Said Leech. "Show us what is on that piece of cloth there."
"Ah!" Jack brightened, holding it up. "Well..."
Suddenly, the monkey swooped down and snatched the cloth from Jack's hand with a screech. Jack gave a yell and got out his pistol as the monkey started to scurry away across the deck. Jack fired and the monkey got blasted backwards, dropping the cloth.
"You know that don't do no good." Gibbs said.
"It does me." Jack replied.
Marty hurried forward and picked it up.
"It's a key." He said when he unrolled it.
"No!" Said Jack, stepping forward and taking it from Marty "Much more better! It is a drawing of a key."
"Fabulous..." Amy sighed.
"Gentlemen and lady...what do keys do?" Jack asked.
"Keys...unlock...things?" Leech answered slowly.
Amy rolled eyes and resisted making a rude comment.
"And whatever this key unlocks inside there's something valuable," Said Gibbs. "So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!"
"No. If we dont have the key, we cant open whatever it is we dont have that it unlocks. So what perpose would be served in finding what need be unlocked, which we dont have, without first having the key that unlocks it?"
There was a pause as evryone tried to work this out.
"What's the point in finding the thing that has to be unlocked without the key?" Amy translated.
"So, we're going after this key?" Gibbs asked.
"You're not making any sense at all, mate. Any other questions?"
"Who drew this?" Amy asked, taking the drawing from Jack and peering at it.
"Any worthwhile questions?"
"So...do we have a heading?" Marty asked.
"Ah! A heading!" Jack drew out his compass. Following the spinning needle with his finger Jack said "Set sail in a general...THAT way direction."
"Cp'n?"
"Come on, snap to and make sail! You know how this works!" He said, flailing the cloth around. "New crew member, make nice to 'er." Jack gave Amy a quick push into the middle of the crew and headed off in the direction of the cabin.
Amy followed Gibbs and Marty to the rail.
"Have you noticed lately," Marty asked Gibbs, "The captian seems to be actin' a bit strange...er?"
"Aye. Setting sail without knowing his own heading? Letting Amy join the crew? Something's got Jack vexed. And mark my words, whatever bodes ill for Jack Sparrow, bodes ill for us all."
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