A/N: Confusing. This story is confusing. I NEED PRH. Professional…Reviewer…Help.

ButWhyIsAllTheRUMGone: Duh… I would know, I already read it. But these innocent, unknowing, naïve, poor reviewers don't! PLEASE BEWARE IT IS MONDO CONFUSING! (I haven't used the word mondo in like, forever… IT'S FREAKY BUSINESS PEOPLE!)

Disclaimer: Only my character.

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Let's see. When I'm in the Caribbean I am the most famous wanted pirate but when I'm in the present I'm nothing but a good lookin' teen.

"BRAT!" I screamed at my little brother Jason. Jason was 13 and annoying. He had shaggy brown hair, he was thin, about 5 ft 6 and had light blue eyes. He was always playing pranks on me but I would just turn into his worst nightmare. I have long black hair, a nice tan, I am thin but not made of sticks, and I have sky blue eyes, and am about 6 ft 2. Clair was 17 and moody. That was her worst imperfection. She was moody.

"Here we go again. This is the second time in two hours! Quiet down you little brats!" My foster mom called. Her name was Linda. Linda was a bitch.

"FINE!" I called obviously annoyed. I had been in the Caribbean only one week for my first time and became the most wanted pirate in the Caribbean. I call my self Cross Fire. And remember I have only been there once.

I stormed into my small but cozy room. The only thing I hate about it is that there is only one window. Just as I lay down to write some fanfic a tattoo on her shoulder started to glow. It was two daggers crossed wrapped in a thorny vine. The only reason I noticed it was because I wore a black tank top with the sleeves ripped off. I wore tight jeans with the knees ripped open and hiking boots. My hair was braided and I had a red bandana on. Once my tattoo started to glow I grabbed 4 daggers, 2 pistols, and 2 cutlasses. I strapped one dagger to each leg and one to each shoulder. I strapped on my pistols and sheathed my swords.

"Here we go again," And as I said that I was in the Caribbean as Cross Fire.

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A/N: Sorry for shortness. Important announcement: Please stay tuned. Mary Sue-ness NOT INTENDED!

ButWhyIsTheRUMGone: That's what she says, but she told me that she just couldn't stand having an ugly character! AAAAAHHHH! (She quickly runs away with hands flailing in a VERY Jack like manner as she avoids all manner of sharp objects thrown her way).