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            "Hold your breath, try not to let them get the stupid thing too – augh!"

            I let out a cry of disgust and admittedly, pain, as Sarah tightened the corset with a particularily vindictive yank of the strings. "Are you trying to make it so I can't breathe?" I asked under my breath, just a little too quiet for her to hear.

            I stood in the centre of a small, back bedroom, while Sarah and another maid (it had dawned on me, by this point, that that was what Sarah was) attempted to get me into one of Elizabeth Swann's old dresses. Governor Swann had, upon discovering that Christine's grandfather was a Governor as well (brilliant piece of story-telling there, if I do say so myself) had insisted that we had to be treated like ladies. It made me laugh, really. So while a seamstress was supposed to be coming by that afternoon after "the luncheon for Commodore Norrington" (to quote the Governor) we were to be fitted into some of Elizabeth's old things for the meantime.

            That wouldn't be such a problem, were it not for the fact that Elizabeth is considerably smaller than I am, and any dress designed for her waist in a corset would never properly accommodate mine.

            And so that was why, as I attempted to hold my breath in so I'd be able to breath later (wouldn't do to have more than one girl faint, would it?), Sarah was doing her best to squeeze all that breath out of me so I'd have a gracefully thin waist and fit into the blue dress lying on the bed.

            "I think," Sarah said with a grunt, "that that's as tight as we're going to get it."

            "Thank goodness," I whispered to myself, and stood still as they tied the offending garment's strings.

            As Sarah moved to retrieve the dress off the bed, the door opened a crack, and a auburn-curled head poked in. "Everything all right?" Elizabeth asked brightly, though I noticed her hand strayed to her corseted waist, and her smile flickered a moment. Couldn't say I blamed her.

            "Oh, yes," Sarah said promptly, keeping her eyes down. "Thank you, miss Swann."

            I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as Elizabeth smiled, and turned to go. It was weird, thinking of Elizabeth as a real person, and not just some character out of a movie.

She had left the door open a crack, however, and a moment later, a mischievous, blonde head poked in, grinning. "Hey…looks like you lost weight!" she smirked, leaving me to send a poison glare her way.

"Shh!" I hissed, stepping as quickly as I could (you never realize how much you need oxygen until the supply becomes endangered) to the door. "Don't talk like that! It's…not normal here."

"I've noticed." Christine crossed her arms. "I've noticed that, not only does everybody talk weird, but everything is just a tad old-fashioned. I don't think this is all an act, Heather. I seriously think that we've been sent…I dunno, back in time or something. And you know what's going on."

I winced. Okay, so it was stupid to hope that maybe she wouldn't figure things out, but I could hope, couldn't I?

"Okay, look. Yes, we are back in time. Back to the 18th century somewhere, though I don't know when exactly, for sure. Anyways, yes, we're stuck here until further notice, I have no idea how we got here, and yes, I do know what's going to happen." When she opened her mouth to speak, I added, "and no, I will not tell you what's going to happen."

"Why not?!" she demanded, arms crossed over her corseted chest. It probably would look a little odd, I realized, should anyone look up the stairs and see us, both dressed only in shifts and corsets.

"I'll be right back," I said quickly, turning back to Sarah. Stepping out of the room, I closed the door quietly behind me. "Let's get into one of these rooms, okay? Then no one will see us standing around in our underwear."

"This underwear is more than most people wear as clothes," Christine grumbled, but followed me into the sitting room at the end of the corridor. "Okay, look. You know what's going on. I don't. You always share what's going on with me, Heather! If you don't tell me, I'll screw something up royally, or something."

I took a deep breath, prayed for patience, and tried very, very hard to explain. "Okay, look. I know what's going to happen, I know where we are, etc. However, I do not know the extent to which we are in this story."

Christine's eyes narrowed. "I don't get it."

"Okay, look. We are in a story. Got that? Okay, now, this story has a set timeline, right? It has a sequence of events that are supposed to happen, and their supposed to happen in a certain way. That makes sense, right? So what happened if you had a very specific set of things to happen, and suddenly, they threw a couple extra people in there? Would the story change? Would it stay the same, but have some minor reroutes? Would little things be modified, but otherwise be the same? Would nothing happen, and these two extra people were unable to…I dunno, even change the dialogue or anything? Or would everything become an almighty mess, and everything go down the drains?!" I threw up my hands in frustration. "I don't know! For all I know, just us being here has screwed up the story line so much that Jack won't show up, or Barbossa won't – "

I cut myself off, hands flying to my mouth. I had very nearly told her about the curse, and that wouldn't do at all, especially since that medallion, the one whose appearance had yet to be explained, was still in my possession. I'd strung a spare piece of string into the medallion, and I wore it now around my neck, having copied Elizabeth's trick. My string was, of course, far more noticeable than a gold chain, so I was glad that the dress they'd picked out from Elizabeth's old things had a collar that I could hide the necklace in.

Christine stared at me. "Oh."

I sighed, and leaned against the wall. "Look, I'm sorry. Y'know me, I'm paranoid."

She blinked. "Can't argue with that." Then she half-smiled, almost sheepishly. "Look, okay, I get it. You don't tell me, I quite asking. Que serai, serai. What will be, will be. Got it."

"Really?" Well, that went remarkably well. Daresay, much better than I thought it would. "Well, I guess we'd better….go get dressed then, eh?"

Christine laughed. "What, no more parading about in our 'underthings'?" She laughed, and pushed open the door. "Honestly, I – oops!"

I was nearly bowled over at this point as Christine jumped back, having just spotted the Governor and a certain young man below in the foyer. "Oh…my goodness." She whispered. "Is that…that isn't….Orlando Bloom?!"

Now this was exactly why I didn't tell Christine which movie we were in. I mean, yes, she would figure it out eventually, but the idea of her gushing over Will was not conducive to plans of letting the story follow it's proper path. However…..he is Orlando Bloom….okay, so Will Turner is not Orlando Bloom. Will Turner is played Orlando Bloom, and as we were suddenly stuck in this whacked-out reality, then Will Turner is simply an incredibly sexy man who bears a strong resemblance to some guy that will be born in the future and will be named Orlando Bloom. Wonder if Orlando is his descendent.

That in mind…

"Shh!"

"Quit shoving!"

"He'll hear us!"

That, my friends, is the sound of two teenaged girls (one legally an adult though –why do they overlap those things?) standing, in their 'underthings', on the balcony above the foyer of a rich man's house, ogling over the very attractive blacksmith below.

The door to our immediate right opened, and we both froze, to hear the slight giggle of Elizabeth. "Girls….you aren't ready yet?"

Turning very, very slowly, we sheepishly looked at Elizabeth, dressed up very nicely, and trying to hide a grin. "Father told me that you would be coming in the carriage after us, perhaps…you ought to get dressed? It might be difficult to attend the ceremony when you are still undressed."

"Right," I agreed firmly, already grabbing Christine's arm and pulling her back towards the spare room with me. "Oh, Will's arrived."

I felt like throttling that suddenly bright happy, cheery look that spread across Elizabeth's face at the mention of Will. Come on…she's not the only one in the world who thinks he's gorgeous! As she swept off down the stairs, I finally succeeded in pulling Christine away from the railing and into the spare room, where Sarah and the other maid were waiting rather impatiently with dresses.

Alright, I growled to myself as Sarah advanced with a dress that had more material in it than all the dresses I had ever owned in my life combined. This is almost over. Get the stupid dress on, get to the stupid ceremony.

I couldn't help but grin, and Christine must have really thought me insane.

Captain Jack Sparrow, here I come.

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