Hello fellow POTC enthusiasts! I've been super excited for the past few days as I began to get followers for my little story :) Also thank you so much to the two guest reviewers, I fangirled getting my fist reviews with such lovely and kind words! Now, back to the story. All information about ALOF is in my profile c:

Opening my eyes to darkness I felt my heart skip a beat.

This was it, I was dead. I was actually dead.

Oddly, I felt comfortable. Beneath me was something so soft it seemed to draw away the aching in my bones. I clenched my hands into fists, gathering what felt like sheets amongst my fingertips.

Slowly but surely my blurred vision began to clear, light seeping into the corners of my eyes.

Candles?

A figure hovered above me, but I could hardly make them out. Rolling my head towards them caused pain to shot through my skull. My hand flew to its source in an attempt subside the sting, but instead discovered a damp cloth.

"You're awake!" A deep voice exclaimed.

Peering through my fingers I saw a young man with eyes the lightened brown of parched summer soil. He had a kind of glow around him; it almost looked like heavens light. He smiled with such warmth it began to melt my soul. Blushing, I remained hidden behind my palm, not daring to make eye contact as I spoke.

"Is this heaven then?"

He gave an almost inaudible laugh. I heard the sloshing of water before he replied with melancholy in his voice, "Far from it."

Gradually my hand shifted down my face and rested upon my chest. Carefully the stranger removed the towel from my forehead and replaced it with a new one.

"I'm alive then?"

He nodded, his gaze fixated on my face. "And safe."

My heart fluttered with such relief I felt it emanate throughout my entire body. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hid tears that were forming. However I wasn't quick enough. One single tear escaped and cascaded down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, hoping the man hadn't noticed. But to my humiliation he had. Without a word I felt him place a small piece of material in my hand.

A handkerchief?

"Such a gentleman" I laughed, dabbing my cheeks. "You even come with your own handkerchief."

My comment caused the man to give me a puzzled look, as if I had said something odd. In an attempt to break the awkward silence I stuck my right hand towards the stranger.

"I'm Freya Farron."

Unfortunately this only caused the expression on his face to turn from puzzled to completely baffled. Shifting his eyes back and forth between my outstretched hand and my face he seemed lost. After a few moments he hesitantly took my hand and shook it lightly.

"William Turner."

I glanced down at our hands, causing him to pull his back quickly.

"What?" I said mockingly, "Never touched a girl before?"

"It's not that-"

"You've never shook hands with one?" I interrupted, chuckling.

Without even a blink he replied, "No, I haven't."

"Really?"

In that moment I looked at him properly. His long messy hair was pulled back tightly into a ponytail, his skin glowed a honey brown. But it was his clothing that really caught my attention. He wore a tattered maroon poet's shirt, exposing his chest. A scarf hung lazily around his hips, along with what looked like a weapons belt. He looked like he had walked right out of one of my father's stories.

"Why are you wearing those clothes?

He glanced down at his clothes and back up at me again, confusion twisting his handsome features.

"Where am I?"

"You're aboard the Black Pearl."

"A-aboard," I stuttered, "As in- aboard a ship?"

He nodded firmly. "A pirate ship."

"That's impossible," I feverishly shook my head "They don't exist anymore!"

Beginning to panic I try to sit up, but Will gently pushed me back down. "Please don't, you'll worsen head injuries."

"No!" I cried, "You're lying! This must be a joke. You're pulling my leg right?"

Will looked at me with astonishment. "I would do no such thing to a lady."

"A lady?"

Only then did I notice how dark my surroundings were. The bed I rested upon was set in mahogany, curtains draped down from its canopy. The walls of the room were charred black and an unfinished map lay hanging directly across from me. Cogs began to turn in my mind, desperately trying to figure out what was happening. And then an idea came, a question.

"Who is the monarchy of Britain?"

"King George the Second." He replied cautiously.

"Impossible..."

That's it.

I leapt up from the bed, determined to put an end to this facade. Using all my strength I pushed passed my captor and staggered towards double doors. Bursting through them I was greeted by summer's harsh rays, blinding me momentarily. Breathing in the familiar scent of the sea I felt relieved. But it was short-lived. Inches from my face stood a man, an arrogant smirk tugging at his lips. Completely paralysed something clicked in my head.

"What luv? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

With that the world began to fade to grey, my vision a blur. I felt the hairs on my body stand on end. My legs gave way and I began to collapse to the floor.

"Freya!" I heard Will cry out behind me.

His frightened expression was the last thing to linger in my vision before everything went black.