Chapter 1: Fans From the Future
"A Pirates of the Caribbean Fest?" A good friend of mine, Nissa Burke, asks as we stand in the huge kitchen of my parent's house, making popcorn.
"Yep, all three movies, one straight after the other." I reply, pouring the hot popcorn into a bowl and the two of us walk out of the kitchen and into the large sitting room.
"Cool!" Nissa says, sitting down at the end of the blood red leather corner sofa, propping her legs up on the stool in front of her. She grabs the glass bowl from me, and proceeds to eat the popcorn.
I walk over to the forty-six inch cinematic T.V, turn it on and pop Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl into the Blu-Ray DVD player.
It's Halloween, and the pair of us is dressed in Pirate gear: I'm wearing black three quarter length trousers, black knee high boots, an off white, puffy sleeved shirt, a tight black waistcoat, a dark green bandana, and a worn black leather tri-corn hat. Nissa wears clothes similar to mine, only her trousers are dark brown; she wears black knee boots, like mine, a dark purple, puffy sleeved shirt, dark red tight waistcoat, a dark purple bandana and a worn black leather tri-corn hat. The effect makes her look like an exotic goddess.
There are five years between us, I'm twenty-two and Nissa is seventeen. I just moved in next door to her four years ago, and we've been friends ever since. I used to live in Northern Ireland, but moved when I was eighteen. Both of us have a lot in common, we both love rock music, horror movies, going to rock concerts and, of course, Pirates of the Caribbean. Nissa loves Will, where as I love Captain Jack Sparrow.
We've just gotten to the part of the movie where Elizabeth holds up Will's medallion, looks at it, then sees a black ship sailing into the thick fog, when suddenly a face of a woman appears on the screen. She has dark skin, black teeth, black dreadlocked hair, and has a Jamaican accent...she's not supposed to be in this movie.
"Uh...what's Tia Dalma doing in The Curse of the Black Pearl?" I ask Nissa. But before she can answer, Tia speaks.
"You two need to help witty Jack Sparrow reclaim him Black Pearl from Barbossa. Come wit' me quickly children! De man needs you!" and with that, there is a bright light that fills up the room, then darkness.
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Oh my head. Why does it hurt so damn much?! I ask, slowly opening my eyes and trying to focus on my surroundings. When my eyes adjust to the sudden bright sunlight, I look around, and then sit up.
What the fuck?! I look at the buildings and find they're old fashioned, mostly one storey, and made of stone rather than brick. I look down and see I'm lying on a cobblestone-paved street. Horse drawn carriages are trotting here and there. I'm glad to see another figure lying besides me. Nissa is here with me...wherever here is!
She sits up looking as groggy as I feel, and she is wearing an expression that clearly says: What the fuck!
I climb to my feet and look to the other side of us, where there is a dock, filled with large, old wooden ships, which are sitting in bright clear water...not the type we have back home.
"Where are we?" Nissa asks, frowning slightly.
"Not in Kansas anyways Toto." I murmur...giggling slightly. Oh God, I'm going hysterical. Not that we were ever in Kansas. We're from England.
"Ok, do you know where we are?" She asks, looking around with a confused expression.
And finally it hits me. Holy shit!
"I don't mean to sound like an airhead or something, but I think we're in Port Royal." Nissa just looks at me as though I've grown an extra head.
"We're in the movie!" Nissa looks around, and her eyes lit up.
"We're in the Pirates of the Caribbean movie!" She says, making hand gestures.I can't help but grin.
"C'mon, let's go and explore!" I grab Nissa's hand and trail her behind me towards the docks. Just as we get there we see a strange sight: A man standing on the wooden pole holding up the sails of the dinghy he's in. The rest of the dinghy is below the water, slowly sinking as it reaches the dock, and the man casually steps off and onto the dock. He walks a few drunken steps before the harbour master stops him.
I grin and say softly, "Captain Jack Sparrow! Oh My God! That man is hot!" I practically run down towards the end of the dock, completely unaware of my fear of deep water, dragging a reluctant Nissa behind me. I know where she wants to go; to go see a certain Blacksmith. I stop near the harbour master just in time to hear him say to Jack:
"'Old up there you! It's a shilling to tie your boat to the dock." Both Jack and the harbour master stare at Jack's sinking boat, before continuing.
"And I shall need to know your name." He opens a book and looks at Jack expectantly. Jack reaches into his pocket and says.
"What do ye say to three shillings, and we forget the name?" He then drops three old coins onto the harbour master's book, which says, "Welcome to Port Royal Mr. Smith." And promptly closes his book with a snap.
Jack puts his hands together and bows slightly, before turning round and walks away, looking at Nissa and I up and down before walking off.
My heart starts to race. I just saw Captain Jack Sparrow! Holy fucking shit. I have a huge grin plastered to my face. Oh I'm going to love it here. I trot after Jack's retreating back and follow him, Nissa letting go of my hand and walking off, but before she can go very far I call after her.
"You're gonna miss the bitch doing the Swann dive if you wander off!" Nissa stops, turns around and walks back to me. Both of us march after Jack, me grinning, and Nissa scowling. She never did like Jack as much as me. Oh, she thinks he's funny, but she prefers Will Turnip ahem Turner.