Yey, my first post ever! Im very new to this story writing business but I hope I can make a good job of it.

Please comment, 'constructive critasism' would be helpfull :)

Thats it for now, checking, checking and re-checking is tiring, on with the show!

Chapter 1

As she lay in bed, the only thing filling her mind was Jack, 'Captain Jack Sparrow'.

If only he were real Katrina thought as she pushed her covers down her bed slightly. It was just a bit too warm for her, which was odd as the radiator hadn't been on for hours and in the murky, rainy English countryside she lived in, it had been cold all day.

"If only he liked me back as much as I like him." she whispered to herself.

It would be amazing, but impossible come to think of it.

"Improbable!" she heard from the dark and ever pirate obsessed recesses of her mind.

There he is again. She smiled to herself at the random quote. Jack, he always said amusing things but sometimes they actually were logical and smart thoughts.

As she moved her gaze from the ceiling, to the ocean blue walls, decorated with gold paint stencil dolphins she thought of how years ago she had wanted her room to remind her of the sea. The carpet was a golden colour like sand and the walls had to be a typical blue representing the sea. Her glitter lamp she had received from a friend for a Christmas present twinkled and cast shadows on the wall making it look as though it was rippling like the sea.

As she mused, her eyes moved around the room more and finally fell on one of her favourite posters.
It depicted a close up shot of Jacks face which mostly filled the poster apart from the light blue sky appearing behind him. While contemplating this she thought:

He's probably on some island in the Caribbean.

You know, I bet that he's probably thinking about the 'Pearl', she thought. He has that far off look on his face. He adores that boat. I mean...ship!

If only he could look like that while thinking about me...

"Don't be stupid!" she hissed impatiently at herself.

He's a bloody fictional character.

Shame...

Although, I would love it if my daydreams came true once in a while.

Unexpectedly, just as she thought this, a beam of bright white light seemed to seep out of the poster she had been observing just moments ago. The light fell as if it were from a torch, onto the floor right next to Katrina's bed.

Katrina, who was lost in thought, only noticed this when her bedside lamp swiftly turned itself off. The beam of light flickered momentarily.

Now she was aware of the strange illumination.

Strangely, as quick as the mystifying beam of light had appeared, it vanished.

The room was thrown into complete darkness. This is spooky Katrina thought to herself. The only thing visible in her room was the small green glow from her bedside clock. It read that the time was exactly:

"11:55pm"

Katrina who had witnessed these events had, whilst lying down, pulled her bed duvet right up to her chin, not sure of what to do.

She decided that she was to go straight over the pitch black upstairs landing, without falling over, into her mother's room for some comfort from these 'supernatural' occurrences but quickly forgot the thought as she heard a small 'thump', and the faint noise of someone cursing. She was sure that it came from the side of her bed.

"Oh, bugger." she heard, only just a whisper.

That voice. She knew it undoubtedly! It was too good to be true.

Katrina assumed she must be going crazy in the head. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her. It has to be that…

Slightly side tracking from what was happening at that present moment in time, she thought, I wonder what Jack would do if he were here? Probably run…doesn't sound like a bad idea really apart from my room being completely dark!


"Bugger, bugger, bugger!" she hears the voice say, slightly louder than before.

Surely, this cannot just be in her mind. She knew she was slightly, well, maybe completely obsessed with pirates and Captain Jack Sparrow but, she had defiantly heard a voice, she was sure of it.

Out of the blue, she grabbed wildly into the dark with both hands desperately trying to find the lamp switch. Just as one of them found the familiar plastic switch, the other found something flat, warm and just slightly damp. It felt like…skin?

She flicked the lamp switch on to find none other than Captain Jack Sparrow himself, lying on the floor, flat out, in full attire looking up at her.

Her breathe caught in her throat.

Her face was one of complete and utter shock.

She stared down at him for what seemed like an eternity to her but in real life was only a matter of seconds. Unlike hers, Jacks face looked completely calm. She eventually remembered herself and fully realises that the palm of her hand had landed squarely on a part of uncovered bare chest of Jacks. She looked to her hand blinking almost dumbly and then back to Jacks face several times.

"Feel nice luv?" he spoke, grinning up at her.