Hiya all, I'm having MAJOR writers block on my Dreams and Memories story. So I decided to do another story. And please don't hate me. This has been done at least 1,000 times, but, it's a 'I was thrown back in time kind of story'. But you know how the chick ALWAYS falls for Jack. Well, this time it's a bit different.

And as always, I have the dvd, and the dvd extra thingy, but I don't own Pirates. ((Goes and cries at the thought)) I own in it my own lil' world!

Rating is just to be safe, so yea.

Madison danced around the bar she worked at. It was closed and she was cleaning. She had her shoulder length brown hair pulled up in a clip and she wore her small black dress with a small white apron.

"I tell him to change his ways, but he just turns to me and says, I ain't no quitter!" Madison sang as she squirted the table with bleach.

"Hey, Maddy, how long are you going to be singing tonight?" Her boss called from behind the bar.

She pinched her eyes together as she realized that some one was there. She wasn't the greatest singer in the world by ANY means, but she loved to sing. "Just this song, Joe," She said, turning to face him.

He chuckled a bit, then said, "I'm taking off, don't forget to lock up."

"Okay," Madison said, then went back to washing the table.

After a few tables were cleaned, John came out from the kitchen. He was one of the bus boys, and he had a small thing for Madison. Not that she considered herself a knock out, because she wasn't as far as she was concerned.

John was a freshman at the college where they both went, whereas she was a senior who had her life planed out before her already. His blond hair was cut clean and stylish. He had blue eyes that rarely looked her in the eye because he was so shy. A descent build, but she didn't find herself attracted to him by any means. Didn't know why, she should. But she didn't.

"Hey, Maddy," He whispered as he walked by her to go to the broom closet to get the mop and bucket.

"Hey John," Madison said, as she started to stack the chairs up on the tables.

They both cleaned in silence. John started at the far side of the bar where the jukebox was, and she was the front cleaning off the first tables.

"Maddy, you want to put on a song?" John asked as he mopped away.

"Sure," She said, then skipped the back of the jukebox.

As she neared the music, pulling out a quarter, she barely heard John say, "Be careful, the floor's wet."

Everything went black and she was down on the ground with a pain running through her back and head.

I'm sorry…. I've had one of these stories in my head for the longest time, and I didn't want to be cliché and post one. But I've done it, don't hate me! Just review!