Disclaimer: If PotC belonged to me I would be living in the Caribbean right now and actually getting tanned. I don't own it so I am sitting in England with my pasty skin and looking out at the thunderstorm. Yay. :-(
[Edit] I also don't own Doritos. Yeah, thought that might be important.
AN: Ok, as you can tell from my disclaimer, I live on the opposite side of the pond, so you'll probably find I use a lot of British words which you might interpret wrong and think, "What is she on about?". So I am deliberately going to add as many as possible and list their meanings at the end of each chapter, k? (not that I think you're stupid or anything, it's just I have caused a lot of confusion in the past)
Chapter 1 - A Journey Begins
2004
The rain pattered on the window as Tara flicked through the TV channels. Her brother, Matt, sat next to her on the sofa, lazily munching on Doritos. Tara sighed. Why were there never any decent programmes on at the time when everyone would be watching TV? Eventually, she settled on 'The Making of Pirates of The Caribbean", despite the fact she had seen it five times already.
"God, you and that stupid pirate movie..." Matt muttered as Johnny Depp described his character. Tara only glared in reply. She simply couldn't be bothered to attack him while JD was on screen.
Clips for the film were shown constantly, but it was only ten minutes later that Tara noticed something odd about them. Every time a clip was shown, there was a woman in a long, cream dress in the background who appeared to be crying. It didn't matter where the scene was set... Tortuga, the Black Pearl, the Isla de Mueta; she was always behind everyone with salty tears sliding down her cheek.
"Hey...look at that!"
"Look at what? The TV? No thanks, I've seen your precious Johnny Depp wa-aay too many times." Typical. Matt always had to make a sarcastic comment on anything she said. Nor did he ever notice anything other than food, football or girls. She wished he would notice the deodorant in the bathroom a bit more often.
"The girl! In the background! She's not in the movie, right?" Tara leapt towards the TV to get a closer look. Before she knew what was happening, the sensation of being sucked up a vacuum cleaner overwhelmed her and her world turned into darkness...
1750 (or whenever PotC is set)
Caroline Harris was sick of her life. It was her sixteenth birthday and as she had began to chew on a piece of cake, her mother decided that it was the perfect time to tell her she was moving back to England. Not the countryside, though. No, she had to return to dirty, dusty, polluted London where the rats crawled through the streets and there were more thieves than all the pirates in the ocean.
She had choked, screamed and burst into endless tears at the dreadful news, and ran out of the house and to the beach, the only place she knew she would get any peace. The last time she had reacted like this, it had been when her father 'accidentally' shot her old pony in a fox-hunting accident...but at least she hadn't lost her friends or her home. If she moved, she would lose both, and be forced to make friends with the much more pretentious Londoners. And the men there! Well, to say they were mostly cruel, selfish sods barely did them justice. Even her father wasn't the kindest of English men. Life in London would be utter chaos compared to the calm serenity of the Caribbean.
All of this spun in Caroline's head until she felt dizzy with anger and confusion. Only one thought remained clear in her mind; no matter what, she simply couldn't go to London. Why, she would stay at the beach until her family agreed if she had to. Lying down on the cool sand, she looked up at the twilight sky, the stars glimmering faintly down at her. The constellations formed the shape of her father's face.
"You must go to London, whether you like it or not! And you will make friends with the snobby women, and you will marry a heartless man for a husband, and you will have plenty of children who will grow up ill in the sooty city streets, and you shall die before you reach fifty with your husband owning everything you love...do I make myself clear?"
She sighed, knowing that although her father would never say it in those words, he would make sure that she understood her life was already planned for her whether she liked the idea or detested it.
It just so happened she detested it.
So as she sank into the bliss of unconsciousness, she made a wish.
"If only I could live in another world, where life is completely different and I can do whatever I want. Oh, and where the men are not only nice, but very good looking and in love with me...."
She never expected it to come true.
British sayings:
FOOTBALL - When we say football, we mean soccer.
SOD - Lol, this is a word we use to insult people, usually men, for some reason 0.o