Pirates of the Caribbean still isn't mine, doesn't belong to me, Johnny Depp doesn't belong to me, unfortunately. . . . .
Hobbes288: I've seen Sleepy Hollow, as well as about ten other Johnny Depp movies (or more ;-)) so far. It IS really good!
Chapter Twenty
Jack was seated on the cushy brown couch, watching the people in the – what was it called? TV, that was it. He was still mystified by the fact that people could be moving and talking in it, even after Ariana had attempted to explain that they weren't actually in it. How was it possible? If they weren't truly in it, then where were they?
The three girls were in the kitchen, which didn't look like any kitchen he had ever seen before. Their voices had been carrying into the living room for the past five or ten minutes, but he couldn't understand what they were saying for their hushed tones and the TV, nor did he want to. Whatever they were discussing was their business. Besides, he didn't even know how to turn the TV off; Ariana had turned it on with her consent for him to watch it before heading into the kitchen. He wondered if they were talking about him. . .
He came to the conclusion that his current activity was rather boring. No doubt the TV was interesting – but it perplexed him a great deal, which he didn't appreciate. Being unable to figure something out annoyed him plenty. He didn't want to be around the TV, and the girls were busy, so what was there to do? He could explore the rest of the house. . . Like Ariana's bedroom, he thought to himself, a grin slowly coming to his face at this marvelous idea. Now he regarded the TV with a much better attitude; if it was on, they would think he was still watching it, and he would be able to slip upstairs undetected.
He stood and moved cautiously to the staircase, glancing furtively over at the kitchen every few seconds. They didn't notice him. He was careful not to make a sound as he crept up the stairs and into the hall. He was just as silent as he walked along, opening the first door.
This couldn't be Ariana's room – there were men's clothes on the dresser. I hope her father doesn't come home when I'm here, he thought apprehensively as he shut the door and opened the second.
This one was definitely a woman's – but he didn't think it was Ariana's either. There was a large amount of beaded, elegant jewelry on the dresser, and he spotted a few skirts slung over a chair near the far wall. Ariana had loathed wearing the dress back in his world, so this couldn't be her room either – he assumed she wouldn't wear skirts or jewelry as adult as what he saw. So he gently pulled the door closed and moved further down, catching sight of a door at the very end of the hallway.
The moment he opened it his eyes widened in alarm. There was another one of those white things that Ariana had called a toilet. He didn't want to be anywhere near one of those for, though he would never admit it, he was the tiniest bit afraid of them after what had happened earlier on. The thing had just made such a loud, bizarre noise at him, and it had made him fall down! He hurriedly shut the door and noticed another to his right, the only other door upstairs. This had to be Ariana's room.
He opened the door and entered eagerly. He was met with millions of eyes staring at him. There were people all over the walls! He stared back, looking around in amazement and even a sort of shock. There were people on the walls. What the hell? They were everywhere – covering almost every inch of wall and even ceiling, they were on the ceiling too. It seemed like they were all watching him. He went over to one person and poked them. They didn't move. They were on a piece of shiny paper – the paper moved; they stayed still. Their eyes were still fixed on him. He stepped back and decided to just try and ignore the people around him, whoever or whatever they were.
There was a large bed covered by a green comforter that appeared to have pictures of dragons on it. The pillows were the same. There was a fuzzy brown blanket folded at the end of the bed. He had never seen bed covers or pillows like that before. . .then again, he hadn't seen several things in this world before. He scanned the room.
There was a sizeable wooden desk cluttered with all kinds of items: piles of papers, books, thin cases of glass with pictures and words on the top (A/N: CD's), writing utensils, a lamp, and in the center of everything, a huge silver box with buttons and circles flanked on either side by tall towers with large circles on them. (A/N: sound system).
He turned around to see another TV with a bunch of objects stacked beside it. There was a black box with lots of silver buttons on it, and a smaller black box on top of that with a red number, 11, glaring at him. He remembered seeing a box like that downstairs, but it had read 09. He dashed any thoughts of attempting to figure out what it was.
Besides those, everything else in the room seemed considerably normal. There was a white bookcase up against the wall filled with books. The only things he didn't recognize were the piles of thin, black rectangles with white strips on them (A/N: Tapes with stickers to write the name of whatever's on them – movie tapes). He decided not to worry about what those were, either.
There was a bureau, atop which sat the TV and boxes, a chair at the desk, and a wide, low wooden box on the floor in the corner full of different items. He noticed three small doors on one of the walls, determining that they must be her closets. At least, he thought they were. . .they were only about three or four feet high. He wasn't going to check, just in case he was wrong and there was something like a toilet in there.
He lay down on the bed and put his face in one of the pillows, breathing in her scent that covered it. He smiled at the wonderful smell that filled his senses and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, he noticed the small nightstand by the bed and moved over towards it, pulling open the top drawer.
There was an assortment of notebooks and pens, and that was about it. There was one smaller black book with a red spiral design that caught his attention. He snatched it up, opening the cover. Wonder what this is, he thought, reading the beginning of the first page.
His unspoken question was answered instantly; it was her diary. This was something he recognized – he knew women often kept diaries to write down events that happened, or other things; whatever they wanted, really. Maybe she had written about him in here. . .after all, it seemed that he was here in this world as well as in his own. . . He couldn't fathom how it was possible, but again, he barely understood what was going on. Should he read more? It was her diary. . .but he was just looking to see if she had said anything about him, that was all. Then he'd put it right back.
He flipped through the lined pages, not really sure of what to look for that would show any indication.
He stopped abruptly at the sight of "Johnny" on one page. Hadn't he heard that name before? He had been called it; at least he thought he had. Maybe that's who he was in this world. Johnny. . .Depp, he read. That was his name here? That was who he was? He read the entry slowly:
7/23/03
I saw Pirates of the Caribbean today. It was SO good! It's now my favorite move ever! Jack Sparrow (played by Johnny Depp) is SO hott!!! He's the only guy I know of that actually looks good with makeup on. He wears eyeliner and things like that in the movie, and he has long hair, and he's dressed as a pirate (of course), and throughout the movie his shirt is open like halfway and he just looks so HOTT! I found a bunch of pictures of him on the internet yesterday. The movie's so good that I could watch it 10 times and not get sick of it. It's got this really cool sword fight scene between Jack and Will Turner (Johnny and Orlando Bloom). And it's funny - Jack (Johnny) is SO funny in the movie. And another thing that makes Johnny hott in the movie is the accent. Definitely the accent. Oh yeah. I am SO buying that movie when it comes out!
He closed the diary, placing it back and shutting the drawer. So he had to be Johnny Depp. . .she had described him! But makeup? He wore kohl around his eyes. . .was that makeup to her? He wondered what "hott" could mean. From the way she wrote it, it seemed in some relation to "sexy" – at least in his mind. He found himself grinning widely as he slid off the bed.
"Maybe we have to, like, be at the theater," Julie suggested.
"And then what?" Ariana questioned scornfully, a hint that she wasn't taking very well to that idea.
"I dunno, we – wait for it to suck him back in, I guess." She shrugged.
"Uh huh. And if that was all we had to do, don't you think that that would've happened when we were there before?" She raised her eyebrows.
"Well, yeah, I guess, but. . ."
Ariana sighed. "Maybe there's something we have to find, or say, or have, or something. It just can't be that easy. Nothing is ever that easy."
"Yup," Kelsey agreed. "Maybe, like, a spell, or an incantation, or something like that. Or maybe there's another medallion somewhere."
"How do you know?" Julie asked skeptically.
"I don't know. But we should at least check, just to make sure. I get they'd have medallions and stuff like that in books."
An idea promptly hit Ariana, her eyed widening in realization as she said excitedly, "Oh! That's it! That is it!" She received strange looks from her two friends due to the fact that she was now waving her arms around wildly.
"What? What is it?" Kelsey asked.
"The library! We go to the library, we find the medallion that they had back then in the 17th or 18th century, whenever it was, and it might tell us where to find it or something!" Her voice rose with anticipation.
There was silence for a few moments before Kelsey said, "Okay, but what do we do when we find it? If we find it?"
"We bring it to the movie theater! It's gotta be the key to getting us back, or at least getting Jack back!"
The other two girls nodded, speaking their agreement before all three turned and walked into the living room, a triumphant smile on Ariana's face.
Jack was still sprawled out on the couch where they had left him. When he looked at Ariana, she saw a twinkle in his eye that she found she liked.
"Come on," she told him, grabbing the remote and shutting off the TV. "We're going to the library."
A/N: I haven't updated lately because of school, of course. –shudder- I HATE school. . . Review please! I hope you liked the chapter; another reason why it's taken so long is because I had a little trouble coming up with the plot!
