Disclaimer: POTC is not mine; I'm not pretending that it is. However, it is said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Author's note: Yes, this is rather like a Mary-Sue, but Adriana is not me. I'd like to think she's different than most girls that wind up on the Black Pearl. This is my story and I'll write what I want to write. Feel free to read and review. I'd love to hear what you think.
Mike wanted to go spelunking; after all when she met him he worked at a cave. Mike had intrigued her. He wasn't her usual type; bad boy / rock star. He was kind of, well, country. She was very un-country. Born and raised in New York City, she moved to Kentucky when she was 18. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she'd spend a Saturday afternoon traipsing through caves with a guy she could barely comprehend through his viscous southern accent. Somehow, she managed to overlook that major character flaw, and agreed to go on a date with him.
The pair spent the better part of the afternoon touring all of the caves in the area that were open to the public. Adriana was enjoying herself. Caves had always interested her; there was something primitive and sexy about a cave, which made her cave-boy even more appealing. After their fifth cave tour of the day, Mike told her about a cave he recently discovered, and persuaded her to come and see it.
The cave was well off the beaten track. The only way to access it was down a dirt road that was little more than an ATV track. By the time they reached the entrance of the cave, the sun was setting.
The entrance to the cave was a small hole halfway up a slight hill. Adriana frowned.
"Is that the only entrance?" she asked.
Mike replied, "Yes, but it gets larger a few feet down."
Adriana frowned some more. She wasn't particularly fond of getting dirty, and she especially didn't want to get the clothes she was wearing tonight dirty. Adriana took special care when getting dressed this afternoon. She liked Mike, and wanted to get laid. She wore a black satin corset, which reminded her of Moulin Rouge! and gave her amazing cleavage. She also wore a black, zip-up hoodie, because it was October. She wore a simple pair of low-rise black jeans that were held on by a studded belt. On her feet, she sported black high-heeled knee-high leather boots. To complete her outfit, she wore a jeweled choker on her neck, which was really a dog collar from the local pet store. She thought she looked damn good.
"You can go first. There's a drop of about eight feet before the floor levels out. The ceiling's pretty low for six feet or so, so don't stand up all the way. There might be a few puddles, because it rained on Thursday, but I haven't found any real water. Here's a flashlight; I'll hold the rope for you. Don't look so scared; I'll be down right behind you."
Adriana had gone pale.
"A drop?" she squeaked.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. Eight feet might seem like a lot, but once your whole body is in the cave, your feet are only 3 feet from the ground."
Adriana smiled weakly. She better get laid for this. Maybe in the cave, she thought; that would be kinky. Very carefully, she eased herself down into the little fissure. When she was entirely swallowed up by the cave, she let go.
She felt herself falling, but the ground Mike promised never came. A choked scream escaped from her lips. She clutched the flashlight to her chest, and squeezed her eyes shut. After falling for what seemed like an eternity, she landed with a dull thud.