A/N: Yay! I've got students! Yay me! On with the chapter.

Disclaimers: This is probably the first time I've ever had to disclaim so many things! I don't own POTC or any of these students except for Sandra and (my) Angel, who is not to be confused with redandblack 4eva's Angel.

Chapter 2

(The Actual Chapter)

Sandra fingered the envelope curiously as she hurried up stairs to her room. It was from a college, she new that much, but she had never heard of a Pelegaus University. Maybe the fact that the college was located somewhere in the Caribbean had something to do with it. Whatever the reason, she was surprised that somebody in the Caribbean had heard of her academic success, considering she did not get straight A's.

She made it to her room and quickly shut the door behind her and glanced out her window. It was dark. The only reason she had not gotten the piece of mail earlier was because she had gone to see a movie with some friends.

Sandra sat on the edge of her bed and brushed her sandy blonde, shoulder length hair from her face. Her light, green eyes scanned the address once more.

"That's funny…" She muttered. "It has no real address other than it being located in the Caribbean…"

She quickly opened the envelope and pulled out the folded paper. She tossed the envelope carelessly to her bed and opened the paper.

Sandra,

It is my pleasure to formally congratulate you on your acceptance to Pelegaus University.

"I've never applied to this university…" she scanned the paper further.

We have reserved a place for you among the dormitories and are anxiously awaiting your arrival. In order to get here and get settled in time for the semester to begin, you will need to make arrangements to get here by August 4th.

Wasn't tomorrow the fourth? She looked up at her calendar which confirmed it.

If you have no way of getting here, please inform us and we will try to arrange it so it is possible.

"Whatever…" she muttered and tossed the paper onto her bedside table. "There's no way I can get there by tomorrow even if I wanted to."

Sandra reached for her cell phone and dialed her best friend's number. Her friend had been sick and had not been able to go see the movie with them, so Sandra figured the least she could do was to call and check up on her.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Sandra could hear the other girl sniff on the other end.

"Like crud. I hate being sick!" Another sniff. "How was the movie?"

"It was alright. Brad Pitt was a total cheese head, though."

"I don't know why you're always on him. He's a hottie."

"Not really."

"Well, whatever. Your loss." The other girl sneezed.

Sandra waited patiently as the other girl blew her nose. "How was your day?"

"Other than me being sick, it was just great," the sarcasm was obvious in her voice. "How about yours?"

"It was fine. I got a really weird letter saying I got accepted to some college in the Caribbean and I don't even remember applying."

"You must have for them to say you've been accepted."

Sandra looked down at the letter again. "You're probably right, but why would I want to go to the Caribbean for college?"

"I don't know," another sneeze. "They probably have you mixed up with some other Sandra."

"Yeah, but how many have my address?"

The other girl laughed. "Only one that I know of."

Sandra giggled. "Yeah, but whatever, right?"

"Right."

There was a knock on Sandra's bedroom door. She quickly looked up at it. "Hang on, ok?"

"Ok."

"Yeah?" Sandra called to whoever it was outside her door.

"You need to get ready for bed," came her Mom's reply.

"Alright," she turned back to her other conversation. "Hey, I've got to go, ok? Mom wants me to get to bed."

"Alright. Bye."

"Bye."

Sandra quickly changed her clothes and brushed her teeth before laying down with her small TV playing one of her favorite movies. The last thing she remembered, a couple guys were chasing each other in their cars down a crowded street.

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Bang! Bang!

"Come on! Get up, ye lazy scallywags! Ye can't expec' ta sleep all day!"

Sandra's eyes jerked open to unfamiliar surroundings. She was lying on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed and there was another bed across the room from hers. The walls were a cream color and all the furniture was wooden. Wooden desk, wooden chairs, wooden trunk for clothes. The desk stood under two windows on the north wall and the trunk sat at the foot of the other bed.

"Ye better be gettin' up!" Came a shout from the same person who woke them up. "If ye don' hurry ye won' be gettin' breakfast!" It was a female, as if it mattered.

Sandra slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. A blonde girl in the bed next to hers was doing the same. Another girl dropped down from the top bunk and landed with a thud. She too had blonde hair, but it was darker than the other girl's. The second blonde quickly looked around the room before locking eyes with Sandra.

"Where am I?" She asked, looking over at the other girl as well.

"I don't know," Sandra replied with a shrug.

"Who are you two?" The second blonde asked, her blue-green eyes hesitantly scanning them both.

"I'm Elisabeth, but call me Lissie," the standing blonde answered immediately.

"I'm Sandra. Who are you?"

"I'm Catalina," she slowly stood and looked around the room.

"What d' ye think ye all are doin'?" Came the shout from the girl waking everybody up. "Ye can't stay in bed all day!"

"We're bloody comin'!" Lissie shouted, obviously aggravated.

As she stalked towards the door, Sandra noticed Lissie was not wearing what she considered normal clothes. It was more of what one would find in one of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. Catalina, on the other hand, was wearing a yellow t-shirt and baby blue pants. It was obviously her pajamas as were Sandra's present clothes.

Lissie jerked the door open with obvious agitation and quickly disappeared down the hall, leaving Sandra and Catalina to themselves. The two stepped out of their room and glanced around at the other students slowly filing out of their rooms. All looked a bit hesitant, but some tried to hide it.

As Sandra joined the mass of students walking down the hall, she noticed most of them were girls except for a sort of scrawny boy with dirty-blonde hair who distanced himself from the group. He too was wearing clothes like Lissie as were several others.

The group made their way out of the dormitories and outside where the smell of the sea was strong. They could hear the ocean waves breaking on the beach as they followed a gravel path to a large, white building. It would have been a peaceful morning, but all the students were wary of their new surroundings.

"Hurry up!" Came yet another shout from the girl who had woken everybody up. She stepped around the side of the large white building and crossed her arms at the slow-paced students. Her medium length brown hair blew freely in the wind and her clothes were that of a pirate.

"What more can you expect from us?!" Shouted a girl who had wavy, red, shoulder length hair that eventually became a sun bleached blonde color at the bottom. "You woke us up in a strange place and you expect us to be ok with that?"

"No, but the head-master does," came the reply. "If ye want t' get on her good side, ye'll hurry up and not complain."

She critically eyed the students with her bright hazel eyes as they walked up to her. A frown appeared on her face when she noticed some of the clothes they were wearing. "She warned me some of ye would be from a different time period, but I didn't expect this many…Ye will especially not complain! Especially about the food here…"

"What's wrong with the food here?" Asked a tall girl with orange and black hair.

"Oh nothing bad," the other girl replied immediately. "Ye wouldn't be too fond of it, though."

At the quizzical look many of the students gave her, she quickly added, "It's pirate food."

Many of the students still gave her a confused look, but she did not elaborate on her statement. Instead, she ignored their gazes and began to lead them into the large white building. The doors were large, wooden, and old looking. But the doors did not compare to the huge entrance hall that greeted them when they passed through them. It was complete with all of the fashionable items of that time such as vases, elegant support beams, candles on the walls, a large stair case, and even a chandelier.

Many students were amazed at the beauty the room exhibited. They had not imagined they would be able to see a room like this in person, much less be able to enter one. It seemed to be even grander than Elizabeth Swann's entrance hall! These people who owned it were obviously filthy rich.

The brown haired girl snickered at the response the room received. "I'm sure this room gets a great deal of this."

"You mean you've never been here before?" Lissie asked suddenly. "I figured you worked here…or…something."

"No, this is my first time here too," she answered. "My entrance hall back home is better than this, though. Oh, m' name's Angel, by the way."

"Mine too!" A short, brown haired girl exclaimed.

Angel smiled at the short girl before turning her attention to a girl with black hair and brown highlights who was obviously frustrated at her. "Why'd you wake us up and act like you're all high and mighty and in charge when you're not? You don't work here!"

"On the contrary," Angel held up a finger. "I happen t' be a tutor here. I only got th' job because I did s' well on the test and th' head-master put me in a slightly higher position than th' rest o' ye. I be a student here too, though. Only reason for tha' was because she didn't have me listed as a teacher."

"What test?" Asked a tall girl with long, brown hair.

"Th' head-master makes ye take a test t' see wha' level ye're on in pirating, as she put it," came the reply.

"How come you got to take it early?" Asked a girl in the back of the group with wavy, black hair and who looked to be Asian.

"I got here early with Jack," her answer was greeted to several squeals from many of the girls in the group. "I see Jack has many admirers…"

"Do we get to meet the Captain?" Asked the girl with the black hair and brown high lights. She seemed to have forgotten any anger towards Angel at the mention of Jack Sparrow.

"Eventually, I suppose," Angel shrugged and was met with more excited squeals. She giggled before saying, "Ye all need t' get something t' eat, if ye can stand pirate food."

Angel led the group down a nearby hall and through a large dining room. Some were expecting to be able to eat there, but were disappointed when their group leader did not stop. Instead, she led them through the kitchen and into what used to be a servant's dining room.

The students eyed the rough, grey wooden tables and chairs warily. They had not expected such a low treatment even some of them were in a different time period.

"Well, go on!" Angel urged them. "The food isn't tha' bad, I promise."

"If ye say so…" the boy of the group muttered almost to himself as he began to make his way to the farthest table away from the group of girls.

Sandra slowly followed Catalina to a table as the rest of the group began to spread themselves out in the room. She preferred to be with some one from her own time period, even if she did not know her.

Another girl accidentally bumped into their table before quickly muttering an apology. She quickly sat down beside Catalina with out making eye contact with either girl. Her black, waist length hair fell around her face, making almost a shroud that kept the world out.

Sandra looked down out of curiosity at the meal that had been placed before her. There were two pieces of bread that looked to be old, stale biscuits and a few slices of meat. She was not sure what the drink was, but it was probably some kind of alcoholic beverage.

She looked up at the two girls before her. Catalina's plate was receiving a similar reaction, but the black haired girl was slowly eating hers.

"So, um, my name's Sandra," the girl said in as friendly a tone as she could muster at the moment. "What's yours?"

"Sharks have to continuously swim in order to breath," came the reply with out even glancing up from her plate.

Catalina and Sandra exchanged confused glances before she asked, "Excuse me?"

"Lobsters are the cockroaches of the sea."

Sandra did not try again and neither did Catalina. Both girls contented themselves to sit quietly and attempt to choke down their first meal in this strange, new land.

Oh, man… Sandra thought to herself as she took a bite of the bread. It was tasteless and hard. If the rest of my time here is going to be anything like how just this one morning has turned out, I'll be in trouble.

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A/N: I'm having so much fun just writing this story it's not even funny. Ok that was weird. Please review!