Pirates of the Caribbean: Story of the Raven on the Water

by The.Convergeance.Is.Ragnarok

Five friends get sucked into one of their favorite movie worlds of all time: Pirates of the Caribbean! What do they do when they're separated and alone with their favorite (or not) characters? Why can't Emmaline seem to hide from Mr. Norrington? Has Jack met his match in Abbigale when it comes to creativity? Why the hell does Nicholas find poking the skeleton men so funny?

1. Prologue

So yeah, I started another story. This one I intend to finish. I also am not sure of the quality of the fic, so could people please review and tell me if I did a good job? I'm going to try to update at least once a month, hopefully once a week, but I'm really bad with planning and I have little idea where this is going.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. Unfortunately. The only people I own are my OCs.

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I could say I had a normal life. I could say that I never once cried when a character in a show or book died. I could say that I liked sports, gossip, and coffee, like basically the rest of the girls in my school, save a few. I could say that books are just book and movies are just movies. I could say that T.V. shows weren't real. But then I'd be lying, drastically.

My name is Emmalinne Corbet. I'm a Virgo, born on September 5th, 1981. I like sleeping in and staying up into early morning. I live in New York, and I live in a small town- or rather, a village. My favorite colors are purple and green, and I love animals, minus bugs. The biggest part of me, however, is the books, shows, and movies that I like. Without things like Harry Potter, Lord of The Rings, Narnia, Marvel, and Supernatural, my story wouldn't be the way it is now. I'd probably be a boring secretary at the doctor's office that nobody likes to talk to.

I also owe my success and my story to my friends. My four friends that have been with me through thick and thin. Abbigale Hudson, my shy, introverted, British, sea-sailing, kraken-slaying friend. Dayzee Velvette, my chubby, French, skirt-wearing, banana-fearing, skeleton-fighting friend since fourth grade. Zachariah Smuthres, a Chinese, gold-wearing, Oreo-eating pirate that shares a name with a douche of an angel (at least, in Supernatural). Lastly, Nicholas Lyrie, an African, baseball-playing, turkey eating, sensitive bag of bones. Together, we accomplished great things and met great people- though, admittedly, most of them were supposed to be fictional. We got the happily ever after that so many people want and so few people get… even though we had to leave behind some things that were precious to us, we kept each other. So... maybe this isn't my story, so much as our story. The Story of the Raven on the Water.