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Emma, the first to wake as usual, winced a sharp pain sped through her skull. The only sound was that of waves gently lapping a shore, not a normal sound for her. One, she lived about twenty miles away from the sea, two, it was never this calm around her so where were they? Slowly, she opened one eye squinting into the glaring sun. Both widened as she finally realised what she was seeing, the clear blue sky above them was surreal and beautiful that she blinked quickly trying to come to terms with the scene before her. She sat up slowly, wondering where they were but no answer revealed itself.
She scanned her surroundings for clues before realising that Laura was still fast asleep on the ground beside her. Sighing, she lent down to shake the still snoring girl.
"Laura....Laura, wake up!" She groaned groggily and moved away.
"Gerrof! What do you want?" It took a few seconds for her to come around fully but when she did the look on her face was so bemused that it was almost comical. "Where are we? Emm....?" Already, the look on her face had changed to one of panic. Emma knelt down and smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way.
"I'm not exactly sure, babe. But we'll find out and it'll be fine." Standing again, she looked around again. They were in a small side street made completely of large grey stones, no-where she recognised. Wood and other rubbish was piled around them outside large wooden doors. Everything looked so old.
"Shit," Laura murmured finally into the quiet. Emma laughed quietly, shit, it seemed to her was the perfect description of their situation. To be honest, both girls were handling it pretty well and were relativity calm.
"Exactly what happened last night Em?" But neither of them could remember anything, as far as they could remember, they had done nothing out of the ordinary. "Lets get out of here, shall we?" Emma ventured without letting the smile drop from his face.
Emerging from the alleyway, both of them blinked in the blinding sun. Well, wherever they were, it certainly wasn't the Britain, it was way too hot. This, though made them ask, where are we? By now, Emma had given up smiling and her face was not frozen in a confused frown. The street they had walked into was busy, full of men and women wearing clothes that were very different to theirs. The women that were sending death glares their way were wearing dresses that fell to the floor and were cinched in tightly at the waist. The men wore simple blouse-like shirts and dark breeches, it wasn't surprising, therefore, that they were getting looks that clearly told them that they did not belong here. After all, they were still wearing what they had fallen asleep in, and due to the drink, it was what they had worn the same day. This place really didn't look like that it was in the 21st century, it was like another era or something. The first door they came to was a bar, or tavern, called 'Mama Loa's'. Emma pushed the rough wood door open and, glancing back to her best friend, stepped through. Everyone there looked towards the new comers in unconcealed curiosity. Laura swallowed and shoved Emma forward into the throng. The large woman behind the bar, presumably Mama Loa, smiled welcomingly, although the girls were aware that they had no money they stood at the bar hesitantly. There was a problem, what drinks did they have here?
'Two...Ales please?' Laura ventured after a nudge from Emma, and shrugging helplessly. Ale seemed appropriate somehow. The landlady seemingly saw nothing strange in the request and, after pushing the two foaming glasses towards them, moved on to the next customer.
Exchanging a long glance, the two girls headed towards the corner and the empty table that stood there. Sitting there made them feel more secure, the room was dim, there being very few windows and the air was thick with smoke and fumes. They sipped their ales slowly to begin with, it wasn't really a good idea to be drunk in a place like this, alone and penniless. The drink was surprisingly good but as they had never had it before, neither was sure if it was supposed to taste like this. They sat there for what felt like hours, and after five ales each, the room was starting to get a bit fuzzy. The door swung open and two men swaggered in. Mmm, they were gorgeous. Emma stared open mouthed subtlety gone with the amount of drink she had drunk. Laura, following Emma's gaze, noticed the men as they seemed to notice the two of them. By now they were making their way over to them slowly.
'Hullo, Miladies. Can we buy ye a drink?' The dark haired man smirked as Emma looked up at him.
'If you want...' The girls exchanged glances but neither could think of anything to say. They took this as an invitation to sit and as one set off towards the bar, the other sat beside Laura, who moved up to make room for him. OhMyGod! Emma thought frantically as the bar-boy carried their drinks to them and the other man joined them, sitting on Emma's other side. Here they attracted attention straight away, but at home? Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Nobody even so much as looked their way. Basically, they were inconsequential nobodies.
"So ladies, wher' ya from?" The dark haired man next to Laura, lent forward over his flagon and grinned at them. He raised an eyebrow as Emma began "England" but was cut off by Laura's "Germany". Smiling uneasily, she figured that if they came from somewhere not that well known then people would be less likely to realise that they were wearing clothes way ahead of their times. The conversation continued without any more overly awkward questions, but a lot more alcohol changing hands. It was rapidly going to their heads and they were getting dizzy and light-headed.
Not once did it occur to the girls that it was unwise to be sitting here with these strangers – but then, they were too drunk to really realise anything. It didn't matter, they were having fun weren't they? Recklessness was a nice feeling – at least it was tonight. They were downing drink after drink, and talking for what felt like hours on end – it was getting darker now, twilight. Laura's eyelids began to droop and her eyes flickered closed, her head leant sideways onto Emma's shoulder. The last thing that Emma remembered was Laura slumping unconscious beside her before her own eyes gave up the struggle.
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Waking up this time was a rather more painful ordeal. They were lain out side by side on a freezing cold cobbled street, heads thumping with the reminder of the ale. It was night time, the sky was pitch black and glimmering with stars that were unfamiliar to her. She groaned as she tried to move and discovered that her wrists were bound behind her back. What the fuck...?
"Awake, are we my darlings?" That voice was familiar: one of the men from before. Shit. What the hell had happened to them last night?
"What's going on?" Laura's voice trembled as she spoke up, her eyes wide with terror. Emma felt the familiar stab of protectiveness for her best friend and bared her teeth at the men before her. The tallest of them winked at her before turning to the bustling street behind them.
"140 coins for this pair of gorgeous, new, unnatural maidens from the far-away land of Germany!" He shouted to them, playing the crowds well. Luckily for them it seemed, no-one was interested in them tonight.
"Try calling me unnatural again...?" Emma threatened. She couldn't believe that they were actually being sold. They sat there in the night time euphoria of the place, awaiting their fates. Two drunk but familiar young men stumbled out of a tavern ahead of them.
"Well, well, well. What do we 'av 'ere then?" One slurred, leaning forward as he spoke. The shorter and younger looking of the two held back. The girls knew these men.
"Jack Sparrow...!" Emma spluttered quietly whilst Laura murmured "Will Turner" in a breathy voice. The noise of Tortuga at night is so great that they were instantly drowned out but the shouting. But now they knew for certain that they were dreaming, Will Turner and Jack Sparrow were fictional characters in a Disney film! Not real people that go around buying you! Their kidnappers seemed thrilled at these prospective buyers and smiled greasily at them, stepping forward.
"New in, Sir. 140 coins for the two. Are you interested?" Although Laura could here the exchange going on, it was of no consiquence to her at that particular moment. Will Turner and Jack Sparrow were actually standing a few feet away from them! How often did that happen?
Jack and Will had recently returned from a highly sucessful mission just off the Spanish main, managing to take two English East India Trading Company ships in a week. So they has plently of money to spend and had done so that night in that particular tavern so they were hardly in the right mind. But at the moment, Jack's mind was set on one fact. He wanted these girls. So, with hardly a second thought, the money changed hands and the two small figures that were staring at him in disbelief were in his possession.