"Maria Amor! Go to bed right now!" My mom yelled because I was talking on the phone for 4 hours already.

"Maria go to bed," I mocked her, "Sorry Lauren I got to go."

I put on my tight little spaghetti strap pink shirt, than slip on my baggy little blue and white cloudy pajama pants and slipped into bed. I begin to think of the old times when I lived by the sea and sailed across the ocean on giant ships. Then I began to think way back when there was pirates who sailed all the seas and didn't care what came in their way.

I closed my eyes beginning to drift into sleep when I began to smell the oceans smell, and felt the mist on my face.

I opened my eyes to see that I wasn't in my comfortable bed in my beautiful house in Paris, France. (Of course I was born there, in France. Born and raised).

I was on a ship about less than a mile from shore, and it was nearing dark. A man then noticed me.

"Who the bloody hell are you? How'd you get here?" The man asked stopping what he was doing.

"I ... don't ...know," I said putting my hand to my head.

"Well you can't be on this ship. It's bad luck," The man then grabbed my arm and threw me over board into the water.

"AH!" I screamed hitting the water with great force. I came up for a breath of air to see the ship still sailing away.

"Ya, just like a man to walk away like a little girl! ... well sail away," I yelled then quieted down. Cause I knew that the lughead couldn't hear me.

"Man it's cold," So I began to swim to shore.

By the time I got there it was pitch black. As I reached the shore, I saw people in the streets firing guns and drinking alcohol. I saw woman in long dresses, tight at the top and puffy at the bottom. I assumed they were wearing corsets.

Then a man noticed me.

"Where am I?" I asked getting up.

"Your n Tortuga. What in bloody hell are you wearing?" The man asked me, ignoring the whore that he had his arm around.

I looked at myself, "I believe they're me cloths," I replied being a smarty- pants. Then I ran through my head about what I said, "Me clothes? What be with me grammar?" I asked myself.

"You're a strange whore," The man said walking towards me.

"I be not a whore," I said backing away from the man.

"Decided to take a swim ... whore?" The man asked me coming towards me some more.

I began to back into the water, which I didn't want to do cause I was already cold enough. I looked down to the water, then moved up so I wasn't really in the water anymore.

"You're soaking wet dear, let me warm you up a bit," the man then began taking off his pants.

I thought of this as a good time to run. I ran into a bar where it was really crowded.

I heard gunshots and one flew above my head. I fell to the ground to avoid it, putting my hands on my head and curled up into a ball.

I looked back up too see a brown pair of boots in front of me, and a black pair of shiny ones next to them. Then I saw a hand reach down to help me up. I grabbed it and pulled myself up. I looked at the man who offered me the hand; he was the one who wore the black shiny shoes. He had brown hair that was tied back. He had a whitish shirt that puffed at the sleeves and tightened at the cuff and he wore brown breeches that came to the knee with gray leggings underneath. He had a sword tied to his breeches, it looked to be made of a fine blacksmith He had a moustache and a goatee. He was a rather hansom man, who had a nice small smile on his face.

I then looked at the man to the right of him. He was more of a serious man. He wore a sash tied around his head, that tied under half of his hair, and his hair was in dreadlocks and had beads hung from some of them, and he had a bonelike stick hanging from the sash, along with some shiny beads. He wore a triangular shaped hat on his head. The man was rather hansom and he had a moustache and a goatee too. He wore a brown jacket that covered his upper body and came down to around the legs. He had a pistol tucked under a belt around his waist and a sword connected to a peace of leather hanging from a sash, coming from the inside of his jacket. He wore rings on his hands that amused me because of their beauty. He looked at me funny.

"Miss you be in me way," The man said on the right.

"Please ... who ever you are, help me please," I said putting my hands together under my chin.

Then the man at the left began to look at my body, "What are ye wearing?" He asked causing the other man to look at my body too.

"Cloths," I replied just like I did with the whore crazed lunatic outside, then I noticed I was still wet.

"I knew that," The man on the left said giving me attitude.

Then the man from outside ran in. I looked back at the door noticing him.

"Please you have to help me!" I said as a tear ran down my cheek.

"What be your name?" The man on the right asked.

"I'll tell ya if ye help me," I said.

The man outside then noticed me and began to run towards me.

"AH!" I screamed running behind the man who helped me up.

The man outside then walked up to the two men.

"You have me whore ... give her back!" the man demanded.

I poked my head out from behind one of the men.

"That girl be a whore?" The man on the left said. Then the man on the right looked at the man on the left.

"That's it!" The man from outside pushed the man on the right, and then grabbed me.

I noticed he had a ring in his hand that instead of the charm facing outside of his hand it pointed inward.

"Try to run missy?" The man said raising his hand, then smacking me across the left cheek, causing me to fall on the ground.

The man on the right looked at the man from outside.

"You be hitting ladies?" The man with the hat asked pointing to me.

"That be none of your business," The man replied.

"But you pushed me making it me business," The man with the hat said.

"You don't know what your messing with," the man from outside threatening the man with the hat.

"But you forgot one thing mate, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," The man with the hat said, the man (Jack I guess) then pulled out his sword and slit the man across the throat.

Then the man fell to the ground with a gargle.

"No one messes with Jack Sparrow," The other man said.

"Captain! ... CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," Jack replied back.

Then the other man (not Jack the other man) looked at me as I just stare at the dead body, no one even looked at him. They all just kept drinking their alcohol.

"Are you okay?" The man asked reaching out his hand to help me up once more.

"Uh... ya I guess." I replied taking his hand into mine and pulling myself up once more.

"I'm Will, Will Turner," The man said as I looked up at him.

"Maria, Maria Amor," I replied shaking his hand.

"Of course that be Jack Sparrow," Will said pointing to Jack who was searching the man for shillings. Of course he found some and some rum.

Then a light switched on in my head. I remembered reading about an infamous Captain Jack Sparrow in a book, and he description was perfect to the man who saved me from the lunatic.

"Wait that's not possible," I said thinking.

"What?" Will asked me.

I looked at Will then at Jack and then I fainted.

I opened my eyes to see sky. I looked around to see I was on a ship, a beautiful one. With black sails.