Gwen Myers was your average teenage girl. She had tons of friends, enjoyed creative writing and music and loved going to the movies. Her favorite movies, in fact, were the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. Her friends and family thought she was slightly obsessed. She had just about every piece of memorabilia imaginable - junior novels to action figures to costumes - and had even taken up fencing.
"Hey there, Mrs. Norrington," her friends would greet her.
James Norrington…the most underappreciated character in the entire trilogy, at least in Gwen's mind. A good man caught up in a tangle of things he didn't understand who died to save the life of a girl that never truly loved him to begin with.
"I'd marry him," she often joked with her friends, although somewhere in the back of her mind she often added, Honestly. I would.
A couple of years after the release of the third film, Disney held a weekend nation-wide showing of the entire trilogy. Gwen, being the avid fan she was, scrimped and saved quickly until she could finally afford a ticket. She beheld her ticket as though it were a golden key to a gate that led to a wonderful and exciting world beyond the one in which she lived.
The entire week before the event, she got a lot of things together that she planned on wearing. Her gleaming medallion replica necklace and a tavern wench outfit lay on the chair next to her bed.
Tomorrow will be the best day EVER, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, she hopped out of bed excitedly. Today was the day she had been awaiting for months. She rushed downstairs, ate some of her Pirates of the Caribbean cereal, then rushed back upstairs to shower and dress.
"Whoa!" cried her mother, who had been carrying laundry downstairs. "Someone's in a rush this morning."
"Mom! Today's the trilogy showing! SQUEE!"
Her mom shook her head and chuckled as she continued on down the stairs. Gwen hurried and showered and put on her wench outfit. She tied her light brown hair up in a loose knot, a few wisps framing her face. Then she placed her medallion around her neck.
"Bye mom!" she called as she headed out, ticket in hand.
She hopped into her little black car, which she had nicknamed the Black Pearl, and headed off to her date with the pirates..…and James.