Ok for all you PoTC fans, this story IS about PoTC, but I am what you may call.a complex writer, and I prefer to build up to something rather than dive in head first. So if you want to get straight to the pirate stuff go to chapter 2. If you'd like to get into the story and what is known as the plot/background then read from the beginning and progress sequentially forward. Easy huh!

Oh, and in case I have to say this, I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or anything they stand for.

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The Eternity of the Sea

The shrill cry of seagulls across the bay brought a warmth to Rebecca's heart. There was something wonderful about the sound of the seagulls, the gentle ringing of the ships bells in a stiff breeze and the sighing of the sea.

Rebecca hadn't lived in Cornwall all her life, she'd moved their with her family five years ago. She'd lived in a big city in the North of England for 15 years before that, so she appreciated the little things about living in such a beautiful place.

It was a glorious day, the fluffy clouds were sparse in the sky and the sun shone crisp and cool on the cobbled streets. It was October so the wind was chilled. Rebecca sat on the window seat in her bedroom, still in her night gown even though she'd been awake for hours. "Rebecca!" her mother called from down stairs "Are you dressed yet you lazy thing?" "Yes." She lied, and went over to her wardrobe to find something to wear. As she opened the mirrored door of the wardrobe she thought she saw something flash across it's face, a man, she turned round her heart leapt into her throat in a panic. But her room was empty. "Urgh! It was probably that cloak on the back of the door." She thought to herself, and felt foolish.

Later that day, after lunch, Rebecca went for a walk down to the sea. Passing through side streets and narrow alleyways she eventually reached the quiet cove. Slipping off her shoes she ran down the beach to the sea. "This is the life!" she rejoiced, and paddled in the icy shallows. A thick cloud passed over the sun briefly and a chill passed over her, on an impulse her eyes darted up and out to sea. For a fraction of a moment she saw a ship, in full sail, dark against the sky. But in a blink, the sun was out again and the ship was gone. She was speechless for some time, standing motionless in the shallows, the little ways lapping at her ankles making her feet numb with cold. She stared fixedly at where the ship had been. "I'm not seeing things!" she said firmly, "I'm not!"

She stayed at the beach much longer than she usually did, willing the image to come back. But it didn't. When she got home her mum was a little annoyed. "You shouldn't stay out that late." She scolded, "your dinner's gone cold!" There was no reason to worry about bad things now they lived in this beautiful village, everyone knew everyone else. It's just the food temperature that got people riled round here.

After dinner Rebecca just wanted to curl up with a good book, but it was All Hallows Eve, and her little brother needed someone to go trick or treating with. Despite the village being of good repute, Rebecca's mother had lived in a city all her life, and old habits die-hard.

"Becky!" her brother, Michael, whined "You'se supposed to come with me!" "Damn it!" she groaned "I'd completely forgotten!!" she put the book down and ran upstairs. She stood in her room bobbing up and down impatiently as she tried to think of what to wear. She prided herself on being able to get a costume for almost any occasion out of clothes she had in her wardrobe anyway. She clicked her fingers as she went through lists in her mind, ghosts, vampires, witches, she'd been one each year. And she'd looked great, she thought to herself proudly. Then she remembered the ghost ship she'd seen today, (she'd decided that as long as she lived that was what it was). "Got it!" she cried out ecstatically "PIRATES!" she felt a wave of excitement rush over her as she began making fast plans in her mind. Pulling open her wardrobe doors she rooted through her wide variety of clothes, "ghostly shawls, vampiric corsets, ah ha! A white shirt, easy enough." She smiled and threw it onto her bed. "Now.I'll need black pants I reckon." "Come on Becky!" Michael called out. "I'm COMING!" she yelled. "Now.right, pants" they landed unceremoniously onto the bed. "And a belt!" she pulled out a thick black leather belt with a golden metal buckle, "perfect! What else." she went to her jewellery box and fished out a pair of gold hoop earrings. Michael waited impatiently downstairs swinging his legs back and forth as he sat on a chair in the hall.

When Rebecca came down even Michael said "oooh". Her black hair was pulled into a plait that ran down her back, she wore a red bandana on her head, gold hoped earrings, a white shirt opened at the top, a thick black belt with gold buckle, tight black trousers, black leather boots and a pretend sword tucked into her belt at one side. "Aar maties!" she snarled at Michael, who just laughed. "Can we go now?" he sniffed. "Yes!" Rebecca saluted smartly and they ran out of the door into the night.

A little ghost and a female pirate drifted with all the other vampires and werewolves door to door through the village. It was nearing 10 o'clock when parents began coming outside and calling out names.

Michael and Rebecca heard their mum and headed home, Michael's bag of sweets clutched tightly in his little hand. Even Rebecca had had come sweets thrust upon her by enthusiastic elderly folk. Rebecca thought she was walking home the usual way, she wasn't really paying it much attention until Michael said, "Where are we going?" She awoke from her reverie and looked around, they were at the quiet cove by the sea. The water sounded much louder at night than it did that day.

"Sit down Michael" Becky said. And he did. "I'm going to tell you a true story about this cove!" and she began to tell him how a young girl about as old as she was was walking on the cove when suddenly an evil ghost ship appeared shrouded in mist out of the gloom. Becky was pleased, her made up story was getting a good response, Michael looked petrified. Then she realized he wasn't looking at her at all, he was looking past her, out to sea. The hairs on the back of her neck tingled and stood on end. The mouth of the cove behind felt to her suddenly like a yawning mouth of darkness, and slowly she turned her head around to see what was there.