Alright folks, you asked for him, you got him. Dave has now joined the cast of characters for my fic! Yay for Dave! And the spelling mistakes are for accents, though Tia Dalma's is hard to recreate!
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Dave sat alone in the movie theatre, while the credits rolled down the screen. He went to the movie theatre to try and figure out where Becca and Krissy had disappeared from. They'd gone missing after they'd gotten kicked out of the movie theatre while watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. He smiled as he thought of them screaming, in mock fear, during the parts with the kraken.
The credits rolled to a stop, after the final scene, which had him laughing, he walked towards the exit. Not knowing that he was about to end up where his two friends had gone. Movie theatres are mostly dark, but usually not as dark as this one. And, there's a cold wind blowing, but wait. He thought as he felt for the wall. There's no wall, and I would've already gone past the theatre, and out to the lobby. Something's definitely not right. He took a breath in and smelled sea salt. That's odd, what's with the smell, and the wind, and the no walls deal?
He then noticed a light in the distance. Maybe I just imagined it all, and the theatre's having a power-outage. Yet as much as he reasoned with himself, he realized that it definitely wasn't true. He wasn't in the theatre, he was far away from where he was supposed to be, and he might not even be in the same century.
David Williams, you're being ridiculous. The building is just having some light issues. The lights will be on shortly. I'm sure. At least I think. Gah, I don't even know anymore. But I'm sure I'll soon find out when I get to that light.
A sliver of lightning lit up the night sky, and Dave knew that he wasn't in the theatre. His surroundings were dark and dense, all around him were tropical trees, and he was right in the middle of a long, wide path that stretched for who knows how long, yet that light in the distance was encapsulated within a house, a hut would describe it better. Wait, this house, looks a bit too familiar. With the next bolt of lightning, he saw the small beside the path, partially hidden by a few trees.
He jumped as he realized that he wasn't the only one out at this hour. A ghostly procession of people was slowly walking away from the house, into small tents and huts, with large white candles in their hands. They all were crying, and their faces looked haunted, yet alive. Hang on, this is from Pirates 2, after Jack dies, well, not dies. More like is taken bodily by the legendary kraken to the ends of the world. Which is why you can tell that this story is a work of fiction seeing as how the world is round, and there are no sea monsters, just incredibly large fish, mammals, and octopuses, which is obviously where they got the idea for the kraken. His thinking was cut short by the murmurs he heard in the hut, which he realized was right in front of him.
"This is a joke after all, isn't it?" A voice that sounded just like Krissy's wafted out through the dense muggy air, of wherever he was. Yet he knew that that was Krissy's voice, for certain. And another voice slurred through saying something else, too quiet to actually decipher what she said, but he knew it was Tia Dalma's snakelike voice. And then he heard "What the bloody hell are you talking about?" And he knew, that this was where Becca and Krissy had ended up.
He slowly walked up the steps, his mind void of thought. Opening the door slowly, everyone turned to him. Tia Dalma quickly walked to his side, grabbing his hand. "And it ssseems that you, my daharling also have you a destiny, and it of course is intertwined with your two friends from your sentury. Though it seems that your's is going to bring you to a different place than theirs." Dave looked at his hand. Now really, there's no way she could've known that from looking at my hand, just no way possible. Yet I think I'll humor her. Yet, Dave should've known that he couldn't fool her.
"I can dig it." He said, trying to sound grateful for the palm reading. Everyone looked at him strange.
"She didn't ask you do dig anything." Will responded, looking at Dave quizzically. Is he really that dense?
"No, no, I mean, I understand, I can deal with it." He said, speaking slowly to Will as if he were an extremely dense boy. "Do you understand now?" He said, using excessive hand gestures.
"Enough, he'd understand if he lived the same life that you did. But I can tell that you do not agree with what I've read in your hand. Yet heed my warning and stay close to the people around you. They will offer you the strength you need to complete your task."
Everyone in this room is dense! Becca and Krissy have gone completely bonkers to believe what she's been telling me, right? Yet even then, he started doubting himself, and believing, for just once, in palmistry.
