So, I began this story a couple of years ago but decided I didn't like some of the major plot things about it and kind of stopped writing. Mostly, because I was too lazy to go through and change everything that I would have needed to. But now, now I'm not so lazy so I went through and revised it, now maybe I'll write the rest… or at least some more.

ALSO! This story doesn't connect to the sequel(s) just going off the original…sorry if that's not your thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or anything else you may recognize... yadda, yadda, yadda... oh and I don't own Pleasantville either (Just in case). What I do own is a chicken sandwich... and a very large cardboard box, that's about it.

CH. 1 – The Setup

It was nearly the opening day of Pirates of the Caribbean's sequel film debut and Amelia Morgan, found herself emerged in a frenzy of screaming girls. It was her best friend's eighteenth birthday party and all she could talk about was how bad she wanted to see this sequel. Since the first movie had come out she had become completely obsesses with anything related to the film, especially Johnny Depp. After all these years her obsession has yet to die down.

Amelia on the other hand could care less. She was an avid movie fan, but was not a big fan of celebrity idol worship. She had managed to not see the first Pirates and still keep her best friend; a hard process. One in which she has found almost a hatred for the poor characters (although she'd never admit to caring enough about it to hate any of them).

So, on her best friend Katie's birthday she was trying her best to not be too irritated as the conversations predictably turned to July 6th.

Katie, famed pirate fanatic (or at least in her own mind), decided that this day should be honored and celebrated. She thought that all who had missed out on the majestic power that Johnny Depp, Orlando, and Keira had on the big screen for the first film should be given a second chance to redeem there self. Believing such she decided that she'd go to the small independent theater in town and rally to have a revival of the first movie if only for Amelia's sake. This would be quite an easy task since she was the theatre owner's daughter. What she didn't know was how much this small task would affect the life of her best friend and avid pirate hater.

Amelia woke up abruptly two days later to what she considered to be a fairly normal Tuesday "morning" with her nine year old little brother jumping on her bed.

"Lia! Mom told me to tell you that you have to get up now and do the dishes or she's going to make you take me to soccer practice for the rest of the week," her little brother said jumping up and down at the foot of her bed.

Amelia groaned before pulling the blanket over her head, "Leave me alone Topher. I'll get up and do dishes at a decent hour it's too early now," she whined.

Christopher stopped jumping for a second to look over at Amelia's digital clock, "It's two," he stated before continuing his attempt to destroy all the springs in her relatively new and comfy bed.

Amelia shot up in anger, "It also happens to be the middle of summer! Now get out of here and leave me alone before I tell mom what REALLY happened to her favorite glass vase," she yelled throwing a pillow at him, hoping to knock him off and, "God willing, break a leg," she thought sadistically, "At least that would keep him out of my hair for a while."

But to her slight disappointment and annoyance, he caught the pillow and threw it back, "You wouldn't," He exclaimed scandalized, before jumping off her bed carelessly landing on a pile of clothes Amelia had left on the floor.

"Want to bet," she challenged throwing her blanket aside, starting for her bedroom door.

Christopher ran in front of the door and threw his arms across, "Fine I'll leave you alone," he conceded before he smiled broadly, "Not that it matters anyway your awake now, that was the only reason I came in here," he added in a childishly snotty voice.

"I was going to get up anyway," she sneered walking over to her brother, pushing him aside, throwing the door open, tossing him out, and just before slamming the door in his face adding, "And by the way, I can't believe you only got ten bucks from that vase. I could have gotten twenty easily."

Once she heard her brothers footsteps fade away she turned to get dressed in her usual flares and one of her many pink tops. Then, as always she put her curly, medium length black hair in a messy ponytail before applying the mandatory mascara to her large almond shaped green eyes, and the cherry lip-gloss to her pouty lips. She smiled at her reflection as she recalled how her best friend Katie would always tell her she was practically a clone of Jessica Alba, "Dark Angel Jessica, not Honey Jessica," she quoted amused, mostly because she hadn't watched either so she really didn't know what that meant.

Not surprisingly she found that the house was practically empty except for her pesky brother who was playing his Playstation 2 in the living room, "Little butthead," she grumbled heading into the kitchen, "Mom isn't even here, he just wanted me up to have someone to bother."

She was just about to start doing dishes when the phone rang, the caller ID told her it was Katie, and she quickly picked it up, "Hey! I talked to my dad," Katie said excitedly.

"Hello, and how are you too," Amelia answered sarcastically from the other end.

"C'mon Amelia," Katie whined, "This is one of the most exciting things I've ever done, can't you at least pretend to be excited for me?"

Amelia sighed, "OK, you talked to him? What did he say?"

Amelia heard Katie giggle from the other end, "Well, I asked him. He said, and I quote, 'I'll do it this weekend but only if you girls can prove to me that people are actually going to come. I don't want to waste my time and money to set these reels back up just so you and a couple of your friends can watch a movie in my theater that you already own on tape.'"

Amelia was quiet for a moment, "He's got a good point."

Katie was enraged, "Prove that people will come," she thought, "This is Pirates of the Caribbean were talking about! This is Jack Sparrow and Will Turner! How could that man think nobody would be interested," she took a deep breath, "Please don't take his side on this. I really need your help. I need this Amelia."

She sounded so desperate that Amelia really could do nothing but humor her, "So, how are you going to prove to him that people will show?"

"Actually," Katie replied, "I was thinking about that last night. I came up with the idea that we could go around town or to supermarkets where lots of people generally are and kind of have people sign a petition type thing. You know, saying that they would be interested in seeing it back in theaters for a few days. If we get like fifty to a hundred people to sign it my dad will set it back up for the weekend for sure!"

Amelia pretended to be enthused, "that's brilliant Katie," she exclaimed into the phone.

"Yeah I know," Katie replied smugly, "But I think it's too late to do it today. So wake up early tomorrow, and I mean sometime before noon. I'll pick you up and we'll head over to the supermarket and set up shop out front or something. I'll make sure it's alright with the store people, all I need you to do is bring some kind of poster board that will attract attention, you know like the ones those girl scouts always have."

"Whoa, when did I get recruited for this job," Amelia protested.

"Oh come on Amelia, it's not like you are doing anything anyway. I just need you to pretend to care for one day. "

"Ehhhh…," Amelia said thinking.

"Great, I've got to make some phone calls so I'll see you tomorrow then, probably around ten. Bye," Katie said quickly before hanging up.

Amelia stood there quiet for a moment before she hung up the phone, "Another lazy day wasted."

Amelia spent the next few hours moping about trying to decide weather her friendship was really worth going against everything she believed in to try and promote some movie she hated even though she'd never even seen it.

"If I ever act like you do when I'M seventeen, I'd probably have to kill myself," Christopher teased from the entryway of the kitchen, "Why are teenagers always so sad looking all the time?"

Amelia rolled her eyes, "The only teenagers that are sad, are the ones that have annoying little brothers like you."

Christopher glared at her before turning on his heels and heading back onto the living room, but not before Amelia called out, "And my birthday was two weeks ago douche bagel, I'm eighteen not seventeen!"

After he had left, Amelia quickly did the dishes she had forgotten again before going back up to her room and taking another nap before her mother got home. Her summer goal had been to be as lazy as possible this before she had to go off to college and actually have to work hard to get by. What she didn't realize was how this summer would be the most adventurous of her life.

Amelia woke up grudgingly the next morning around nine. One thing she was very proud of about herself was that she would always follow up on her word, if she told Katie she'd be ready by ten, then she would be. And true to said word, she was dressed and ready in her usual attire and style by nine forty-five, giving her enough free time to try and talk herself out of having to do this; she still did though.

They set up a small table with a clipboard, paper, and pen. They had two folding chairs and, as promised, Amelia gently tacked an obnoxious poster that said 'Pirates of the Caribbean Theatre Revival!' with a picture of a boat on it, on to the front of the table. By ten thirty they were ready to go. With Katie's charismatic speeches about the glory that was Pirates of the Caribbean they had already gotten over fifty signatures by one. After they had hit the fifty mark Amelia suggested they call it a day, but Katie wanted to keep going and see just how many people they could get to sign the paper. If Katie had taken her advice, Amelia's entire life would have been different.

It happened around three. Katie had gone inside the store to grab some snacks and go to the bathroom while Amelia sat at the table alone, she had only been there alone for a couple minutes when a tall and menacing looking old man wearing a long black coat with a cartoonish eye patch and scraggily grey hair walked towards her table.

"Hello sir," Amelia said trying to sound sweet, "My friends and I are petitioning to," she was stopped suddenly when the man raised his hand to quiet her.

"You a fan of this movie girl," he asked in a gruff voice.

Amelia was unfazed by his rough and cold attitude. She new how to deal with grumpy old men since they comprised a good deal of her high school teachers. Her technique of dealing was to act sweet and lie if necessary, "Most would say I'm a bit obsessed actually."

The old man's pale blue eye gave her a disbelieving gaze, "How many pigs do Will and Jack find Gibbs asleep with in Tortuga," he asked.

"How many what," Amelia asked with an eyebrow cocked in confusion.

"Pigs, girl," he exclaimed outraged, "If your such a fan then this question needs no explanation!"

Amelia felt an anger rise inside of her for having to prove she was a fan just to get a signature. Even though she really wasn't a fan, and she really could care less, she was still offended that he would challenge her. And Amelia never backed down on a challenge. One part told her to tell that creepy man to leave her alone before she called the police. Another, stronger part, wanted to show him that she knew what he was talking about and that she wasn't as dumb as he seemed to be thinking (even though she was when it came to this). With a forceful calm she tried to think back to every time Katie talked about the movie. Then something clicked and she remembered a Pirates quiz Katie had taken (out loud) on Amelia's computer, "Three," she said confidently.

The man, who had been a comfortable distance away took a step toward the table so that he rested his hands on its top before he stared down at her from her seated position across the table, "And how many cannons were there on the Pearls starboard side when it was arriving in Port Royal."

Amelia began to feel uncomfortable under the man's hard glare. She didn't want to answer his question, she just wanted him to leave her alone, but something in that shallow eye of his was begging her to answer, she thought it was a mixture of skepticism and… hope?

"Listen, I don't have a lot of time, so are you going to sign the paper or what," she asked ignoring her previous thoughts.

But he didn't sign or leave like she was hoping he might, instead he leaned in closer,

"How many cannons," he asked darkly.

She closed her eyes and shivered, and then taking a deep breath she thought that this was all just some weird hallucination, 'I've been sitting outside in ninety degree weather for the past few hours,' she thought, 'and who wears a long black coat in the middle of a summer day.' Repeating that to herself she opened her eyes again expecting him to have disappeared. But to her great dismay he was still standing in front of her, although no longer leaning so close. She sighed in defeat, "I don't know, I think it might be sixteen," she said.

Satisfied the old man loosened up a bit before saying, "Last one girl, how does Will describe the sword he made for the Governor."

Amelia rolled her eyes she knew this one well enough, she probably knew every line to the movie since Katie was always quoting it, "the specifics were that the blade was folded steel with gold filigree laid into the handle. That it was perfectly balanced, and 'the tang is nearly the full width of the blade'," she said, finishing with an impression of Katie's impression of Will, "Oh, and if you wanted to get REAL technical, Turner didn't make the sword for the Governor. It was only given to the Governor to present to Norrington," she added arrogantly, glad that her inquisition was over and she would be rid of the creepy old man.

After she had finished Amelia thought she spotted a hint of a smirk from the old man, "I have something for you Ms. Morgan," he said in an oddly friendly voice before reaching into his coat. This strange action caused her to tense up in caution, but she relaxed a bit as she found that he held a DVD of Pirates in his hands, Amelia was about to protest and tell him she really didn't want that when he interrupted her, "This is a special DVD," he said laying it on the table, "In order to get the full experience of this one of a kind version ye must watch the movie through completion, then right at the end ye must read this script out loud," he told her, opening the case and removing a slip of paper. Amelia was about to reach for the movie when the old man grabbed her hand, "And ye must remember that if anything goes wrong or ye have completed the mission to chant the phrase 'I think I feel a change in the wind.' Ye must remember to say that," he emphasized squeezing the girl's hand, to which she nodded numbly in reply fearing that he would hurt her.

Then to her relief, her friend Katie finally decided to come back out of the store from her little field trip, "Hey! Let go of her," she yelled running up to her frightened looking friend and the oddly dressed old man who was grabbing her hand.

The old man looked at Katie's approaching form before letting go of Amelia's hand and quickly retreating.

"What did that guy want? Did he hurt you? Because if he did I'll go find him and bash him on the head with my chair," Katie said concerned, grabbing for the chair next to Amelia.

"No he didn't hurt me. He just freaked me out a little… and I don't need you to beat him up. If he was really that bad I would have done it my self," she replied coming back to her senses and smiling tensely.

"I'm sure you would have," Katie told her, "But what did he want? What did he say," she asked again.

For some reason Amelia didn't want to tell her what really happen, she didn't want her to know about the so called "Special DVD". And closing it quickly before Katie could see the slip of paper in the inside cover clip, she thought up a lie, "He...uhhh...was trying to take my movie."

Katie looked at the case in Amelia's hand, "You have it?!"

"Yeah, I bought it yesterday for…. Uhh… Advertising. It's been sitting on the table all day. I'll probably just end up returning it, but I thought it would help out. Really, I don't know how you missed it," Amelia said feeling more confident about her fib.

"Oh," Katie said feeling stupid, "Well I suppose we've had enough excitement for one day. It's hot and we've got at least a hundred signatures, let's just go home."

"Good idea," Amelia concurred grabbing the movie and tossing it into her purse.

Once they had packed up, and were on the way home, music blaring, Amelia realized something which made her face go pale, "He knew my name," she said allowed in disbelief, "How did he know my name?" Luckily Katie was too busy trying her best to imitate Britney Spears, so she didn't notice her best friend's odd change in behavior.

When Katie dropped her off she gave Amelia a giant hug, "Thanks for helping me, and maybe, since you do have the movie, you might decide to watch it?"

She had spent the time since she got home trying to keep her mind of the movie and the crazy guy. Once she got home she threw the DVD into a corner where a pile of clothes were lying, mumbling to herself about crazy old guys. She took a nap, listened to her CD player, read a bit, and even went downstairs and played some type of fighting game with her brother until he got fed up with her kicking his butt and stormed off in a tantrum. But nothing seemed to work; no matter how weirded out she was by the whole situation, she couldn't help but wonder about the movie and why it was so special. Around nine when Katie called her to tell her that her dad had caved in and that on Friday and Saturday they would be playing Pirates of the Caribbean, Amelia got caught up in her friend's excitement. She decided to celebrate (or at least used it as an excuse). She went to her room and picked the movie up.

"Fine," she said exasperated, "I'll try it you stupid old man," she popped the movie in, than sat on a beanbag chair in front of her TV. As the movie began she played with the case, taking out the slip of paper that read simply, 'A Pirates Life for Me'. Snorting skeptically she set that aside for later, then took out the booklet to see if she could distract herself long enough so that she wouldn't actually have to pay attention to the movie . She was slipping the booklet out when something else fell out with it and caught her eye. It was a small weathered piece of paper, with ripped edges and a yellow tint. Turning it over she read the heading, 'Captain Morgan's Treasure'. It was a small treasure map that looked quite authentic, "Oh so this is my 'Mission'," she said, "I'm supposed to find some treasure in the Caribbean that was hidden by some guy that has my name," she rolled her eyes, "What a crock, why would that old man need to make sure I'm a Pirates fan just to give me some stupid piece of paper? I swear, if I ever go that crazy in my old age, I might do the world a favor and commit myself."

Yet no matter how critical she seemed to be of the whole situation, she still held the map in her hand as she watched the movie, the whole movie. Once the credits had ended and Jack the monkey made his final appearance, Amelia stood up to read the paper. And with sarcastic enthusiasm she exclaimed, "A pirate's life for me," she stood there a moment expectantly. When nothing happened she dropped the paper on the floor, "What a crock," she repeated stuffing the map in her pocket.

"Meh… it wasn't too bad I suppose," was her 'expert' critic, "But still… it's not that big a deal, I mean, it's not like it is real or anything."

After a couple of bored hours she decided to just lie on her bed and stare at the ceiling. It was still early in her opinion, but there was nothing to do. Not to long later, still in her clothes she fell asleep, her last thoughts of how much she disliked that Jack guy running through her mind.

A/N So that was chapter one, I hope you liked it. Don't worry Jack will be in the next chapter, which will be up soon.