A/N: Hi, everybody! I'm writing this with blackpearl.fantasy, so it should be rather good...if not very. I mean, she's SO good at writing, but then so am I...XP (Actually to tell you the truth, I am SO much better.) Anyway, the point is (I'm finally getting there), PLEASE read this and REVIEW!!!!!! This is our first shot at humor, so the characters will seem a bit OOC, but trust me, it'll get better. Again, READ AND REVIEW!!! Thanks.

Disclaimer: If POTC belonged to us (which it only does in our dreams...), we would be plastered all over the newspapers. Which we're not. Or maybe we are...


Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting in his boat. He took off his boots and ate them.

No just kidding.


Here's how the story REALLY began:

Alexa and Keila walked around the school campus, hot and tired. Every once in a while, they bent down and picked up a piece of trash, tossing it into the nearest trashbin.

"I'm bored," complained Alexa.

"I know, but it's totally your fault for making us do this stupid trash clean-up. Whatever. At least we're cleaning up the school," Keila answered impatiently.

"It's not fair!" said Alexa. "I cannot believe we got detention because we were writing fanfiction in class!! I was just on the part when Jack took off his shirt..."

"Uh...EW!" Keila rolled her eyes, bending down and picking up a bent straw. "I don't see why you have to include that kind of stuff in fanfiction, for gosh sakes."

"Yeah it was for Elizabeth and my pen ran out of ink at that moment anyway," said Alexa grumpily. "I need a new one. But I liked that one! It was my favorite pen! My favorite pen!" She jumped up and down, fuming.

Keila sighed in exasperation.

"Oh, look," she muttered. "Just take this." She picked up a dirty, bent pen from the ground and handed it to Alexa, who looked at it in disgust.

"I doubt that'll work..." But she wiped away the dirt and drew on her hand. There was plenty of blue ink in it, and it left a dark mark on her palm. She shrugged and pocketed it.

"At least we found something of use from this picking-up-trash thing. Let's just get the job done and go home. I have tons of Geo homework left to do and if we keep dragging on like this I'm going to have to stay up until 3 in the morning. Plus you know how bad I am at it." Keila grumbled.

"No you're not! You're smarter than me, at least!"

"Yeah, well you're not very smart."

"ExCUSE me?" Alexa began chasing Keila around the blacktop, both girls screaming at the top of their lungs.


The girls had argued all the way home and now they were sitting in Alexa's bedroom doing homework. Alexa pushed her history assignment aside and pulled out a fresh sheet of paper. She fished the pen out of her pocket and scribbled boredly.

Keila's hair turned blue.

She smiled to herself a bit, crumpled up the paper, and tossed it into her trash can. A moment later she heard Keila quietly slip out to go to the bathroom, and because she really was bored out of her wits, she retrieved the paper and wrote some more.

It was a lovely shade of turquoise, the color that she hated most. It happened very quickly and she was shocked.

Someone screamed.

"Erm... Keila?"

"Alexa, what happened?!" Keila tore out of the bathroom swearing incomprehensibly with her fingers pulling at her hair. "What happened?!"

Alexa's jaw dropped a few inches. Keila's hair was a lovely shade of turquoise, and just a few minutes ago she remembered seeing it in all its golden-brown glory.

"I--I--But--" Alexa stammered. She picked up the sheet of crumpled paper, then examined the pen. It looked pretty ordinary... Keila yanked the paper away and stared at it, then at the pen, and slowly and furiously shifted her gaze to Alexa.

Alexa's face now turned a lovely shade of red.

"I... I didn't know...I was just bored...Hold on! Let me see if I can fix it." She grabbed the paper from Keila's hands and wrote:

Then, as quickly as it had turned blue, it returned to its original shade of golden-brown.

She looked up at Keila's hair. It was golden-brown.

"Oh. My. God," she whispered.

"What? I can't believe you would do that!"

"No, not that!" said Alexa. "Think of what we can do with this pen!"

Keila's eyes widened in realization. She jerked the pen from Alexa's shaking hands and wrote:

Alexa's ugly t-shirt and jeans suddenly disappeared.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alexa started spitting out a stream of profanities, grabbed the blanket from her bed, and tried unsuccessfully to wrap herself in it.

Keila burst out laughing.

"KEILA!!!!" Alexa shrieked. "Ugh, give me the pen!"

Keila took a deep breath.

"Wait, I need a moment." She slipped the pen in her pocket, climbed onto Alexa's bed and jumped up and down, clapping her hands, screaming gleefully in a high-pitched voice for a full five minutes before coming back down and fixing Alexa's er... problem.

After the problem was fixed, Alexa and Keila sat down and began imagining things. Random, wild, things.

Suddenly, Keila came up with an idea. She picked up the pen and began scribbling furiously on a completely blank piece of paper.

As Captain Jack Sparrow drifted along in his dinghy, he landed on what seemed to be a deserted island. Stretching his arms above his head, he walked around it, having not found anything interesting but a pool of clear water. It looked clean enough, so he drank some of it. Then...he disappeared.

And reappeared in Alexa's bedroom.

That was exactly what happened.

"OH. MY. GOD." Keila stared.

Alexa stood up, turned around, and fainted at the sight of the world's favorite pirate standing in. Her. Room.

"This is so fantastic!" shrieked Keila, and she ran to Jack and hugged him with insane joy.

Jack was alarmed. He pushed Keila away and shouted a long stream of profanities at her.

"Oh. Sorry." Keila backed off, tripped over Alexa, and fell to the floor with a thud.

Jack looked from poster-covered-wall to another of the same sort. They were all posters of himself, and he looked rather pleased with that. There was one of him, the whelp, and Lizzie and the words Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. And a smaller picture of... he looked closer and looked away quickly.

It was one of Elizabeth kissing him.

Then his mind began to register the situation. More clearly than before that is.

"Where the hell am I? Where's the pool? Of water? More specifically (or generally), where did the ocean go?!" He paused and looked at Alexa and Keila, with raised eyebrows. "And...who are you?"

Keila stood up and shook Alexa awake before saying quickly, "You're in our house. This is Alexa's room. Mine is down the hall, if you want to visit me there." She batted her eyelashes.

Jack backed away even further.

"Erm...could you possibly tell me where I am? Oh, and what kind of a name is Alexa?"

"I like it!" protested Alexa. "You're in... Los Angeles! You know... LA? In California! In America. That light any lightbulbs?"

"Uh no, actually. But uh...I'm looking for an ocean and a...deserted island with a sandy beach and well, there does not appear to be a deserted island in here." Jack frowned. "Or is it just me?"

"What are you talking about?" Alexa asked in a confused manner.

Jack ignored her, sighing dramatically. "Looks like we're not in the Caribbean anymore."


blackpearl.fantasy says: Erm, yeah okay now that I've been sufficiently embarrassed in the A/N, please review. :)