::I do not own anything from The movie Pirates Of The Caribean.::
::Message to readers. This is like my third story, and first Pirates of the caribean.
I kinda got the idea from "Voyage of the unicorn", or "Voyage of the Basset". Whichever
you call it.::
Early, friday morning, a girl, about 15 or 16, was asleep in her bed. Her bed room
was decorated with black painted walls, a red door, Poster and pin ups of all her favorite
bands and musicians. Tapping on the cieling, loudly, downstairs, with a broom handel, was an
older man, seeming to be the females father. She sighed and bolted up in her bed and stepped
her feet out, banging them onto the floor as if to say shes up. She folled her eyes and
walked to her Stereo and pressed play, before walking into her closet. "Painted Black" was
blasting as she was changing. She walked around her room, and sighed. She was now wearing
a pair of black baggy boys shorts, and a pale pink tank top. On her wrists were many black
and pink braclettes and a spiked blue braclette.
Walking up to her school she sighed and closed her eyes. Great another day at hell.
She just hoped to herself that it would quickly end. Sitting through her classes, boredly.
After a day of biology, English, and other boring classes, she stormed into her house and
dropped her bag at the door, running upstairs and slamming the door. An angry father walked
into the house and into the kitchen. Brat, that all he thought she was, a big brat. Later
that night She sat in a chair beside her open window and watched the stars as a shooting star
flashes by. She widens her eyes, upon seeing the star and closed her eyes, making a wish.
She sighes and curls up into her bed closing her eyes.
Meanwhile...
In a small Inn, not, of course, in the 21st century as the famale had been, a Man sits drinking
a glass of rum. A man with long dark hair, a mustache and a goatee. a braided goatee. Women
sat watching him, in there own little fantasys. The Middle aged man stood and walked out of
the Inn, 'forgetting' to pay, and to a ship, with dark sails, an evil ship, or so it looked.
He walked towards a cabin, looking towards the sky, stopping as he say a shooting star and
tilted his head, thinking and wishing.
Early the next morning, The Females eyes shot open to loud sounds, as she bolted up, seeing
a plank floor being washed around her, a tall man staring down at her. "who are ye, lad?"
He asked her. "I'm...i'm Lindsey, who the hell are you?" She asked, frightened of the new
surrounding. "Where am I?" she added to her last question. "Aye, lass, my name is Mr. Gibbs,
and if the cap'n is to catch you, he'll have you walk the plank for stowawaying onto The
Pearl." She was confussed, she wasn't a stowaway. She stood up and looked at the Pirates.
"When is this?" "Why its the 18th century, did ye hit yer head lass?"
::Theres my Prelude, I will have more written, If I get some good Reviews, and helping ones.
Please tell me if you dont like my story, I need a bit of critism. Thanks.::
::Message to readers. This is like my third story, and first Pirates of the caribean.
I kinda got the idea from "Voyage of the unicorn", or "Voyage of the Basset". Whichever
you call it.::
Early, friday morning, a girl, about 15 or 16, was asleep in her bed. Her bed room
was decorated with black painted walls, a red door, Poster and pin ups of all her favorite
bands and musicians. Tapping on the cieling, loudly, downstairs, with a broom handel, was an
older man, seeming to be the females father. She sighed and bolted up in her bed and stepped
her feet out, banging them onto the floor as if to say shes up. She folled her eyes and
walked to her Stereo and pressed play, before walking into her closet. "Painted Black" was
blasting as she was changing. She walked around her room, and sighed. She was now wearing
a pair of black baggy boys shorts, and a pale pink tank top. On her wrists were many black
and pink braclettes and a spiked blue braclette.
Walking up to her school she sighed and closed her eyes. Great another day at hell.
She just hoped to herself that it would quickly end. Sitting through her classes, boredly.
After a day of biology, English, and other boring classes, she stormed into her house and
dropped her bag at the door, running upstairs and slamming the door. An angry father walked
into the house and into the kitchen. Brat, that all he thought she was, a big brat. Later
that night She sat in a chair beside her open window and watched the stars as a shooting star
flashes by. She widens her eyes, upon seeing the star and closed her eyes, making a wish.
She sighes and curls up into her bed closing her eyes.
Meanwhile...
In a small Inn, not, of course, in the 21st century as the famale had been, a Man sits drinking
a glass of rum. A man with long dark hair, a mustache and a goatee. a braided goatee. Women
sat watching him, in there own little fantasys. The Middle aged man stood and walked out of
the Inn, 'forgetting' to pay, and to a ship, with dark sails, an evil ship, or so it looked.
He walked towards a cabin, looking towards the sky, stopping as he say a shooting star and
tilted his head, thinking and wishing.
Early the next morning, The Females eyes shot open to loud sounds, as she bolted up, seeing
a plank floor being washed around her, a tall man staring down at her. "who are ye, lad?"
He asked her. "I'm...i'm Lindsey, who the hell are you?" She asked, frightened of the new
surrounding. "Where am I?" she added to her last question. "Aye, lass, my name is Mr. Gibbs,
and if the cap'n is to catch you, he'll have you walk the plank for stowawaying onto The
Pearl." She was confussed, she wasn't a stowaway. She stood up and looked at the Pirates.
"When is this?" "Why its the 18th century, did ye hit yer head lass?"
::Theres my Prelude, I will have more written, If I get some good Reviews, and helping ones.
Please tell me if you dont like my story, I need a bit of critism. Thanks.::