Hey, readers! ITS A NEW STORY! Yay! I love starting NEW things:) So, if you have read any of my other stories, thanks for continuing reading my fanfiction! If this is your first time reading my stuff, well, hang on for the ride! You never know what my brain will pop out!(hopefully good stuff). SO... I was browsing through fanfiction, and realized as I was going through POTC that there's not nearly enough Becky love fanfiction. And I thought why not make one myself? So, without further to do, from my brain to this website, here is a lovely Becky romance/adventure/fantasy/historical fiction bit of awesomeness:)

The Downsides of Being Broke

Tessa Anne Johnson sighed as she stepped out of a dull yellow cab and into the storm that bellowed and whined like she had never heard before. Then again, she has never been anywhere remotely close to the Carribbean before.

"Fifteen, lady," the taxieman sneered. Tessa spun around. " Don't you think that's a little much? We couldn't have gone that far, only a few miles!" The man frowned. "Fifteen," He repeated.

Tessa reluctantly reached into her pocket, pulling out a twenty. Her last twenty. The man grabbed it, practically throwing her change back at her. In the process, a few pennies and dimes flew out of her grasp, and rolled all over the drenched cobblestone and mud that made up the road. Sighing, she drove down to scoop them up, sticking them into her pocket with her other change.

Tessa then made her way up the long driveway of the eire looking old mansion, a remnant of the eighteenth century English occupation of Jamaica. She pulled open the rusty gates and trudged up the long pathway to the door.

She stopped about ten feet away from the front steps to admire the magnificent face of the once beautiful house. "Wow. I wonder who used to live here?" She murmured. But the waves of heavy rain still thrashed against her face, and she hurriedly dragged her on suitcase up the front steps.

Tessa picked up the huge knocker and banged it three times before standing back waiting for the door to open. She didn't have to wait very long, as a cheery old plump woman yanked it open and ushered her in.

"You must be the young woman who's come to rent a room?" Tessa nodded.

The lady smiled, and beckoned her to follow her up the stairs. "I'm Lisa Colbern, the landlord here. There are two others currently renting here, Mr. Hanson, a fine yoyang fellow, and Miss Lynn. '' Tessa nodded, following her down the dusty old hallway. Mrs. Lisa continued prattling on about her neighbors and how she came to own the house. "So, since I never really got the money to restore it, I'm currently just renting it out." She finished.

"So, it's the same way it was two hundred years ago?" Tessa asked, running her hands over a desk that lay against a wall in front of her room. "Aye, except for electricity and plumbing. Oh, and the mattresses." The woman smiled. "That's amazing," said Tessa.

"Oh, about the money..." She began with dread. What would she she do? She was out of money, and Mrs. Lisa was so nice, especially compared to that taxi man. "Oh no, we'll figure that out in the morning. Breakfast is at eight thirty, if you want it. But you look tired. After all, you'ave been traveling all day. Where'd you come from again, dear?"

Tessa smiled. "New York City." Mrs. Lisa clicked her tongue. "My, girl, a long ways away, that is! I'll leave you to it, then." Tessa smiled, waving goodbye as she scouted out her room. It was old, granted, and clearly used to be full of finery, but it was as nice as she could get. She played down on the mattress, which true to Mrs. Lisa's word, had been replaced, as it was fairly decent.

Tessa got up and continued to explore, while dragging her bag over to the dresser. As she pulled out her things, carefully organizing them, she noticed a small bump at the back of one of the drawers. " Hmm... what dso we have here?" She whispered a feeling around with her hand. "Ha! Here." She cried triumphantly as she discovered a latch, and pulled it.

Click! Tessawatched the small drawer slid out. She reached in, aand pulled out a small pile of things that left her speechless.

A beautiful sapphire necklace lined with diamonds was the first thing she picked up, worth more than anything she had ever even seen. Gasping, she ran the necklace through her fingers. She carefully set it down, and reached for the second item.

A pile of old parchment note, wrapped together by a thin leather string. Untying the bow, she pulled out on of the sheets carefully. In the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen, were these exact words: 250,000 pounds. "Oh my God!" she cried, running her fingers through the pile, counting at least ten.

Lastly, she lifted a small package. Tessa read the stamp on top. "Property of tShe East India Trading Company." She turned it over, carefully unfolding it. "What...? A rock? But... why would there be a rock in a secret drawer full of such valuable things?" She asked aloud. She reached down to pick up the rock... and everything went black.

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Livvy