Author's Note: This is NOT, I repeat, NOT a Mary-Sue. It may seem that
way at first, but it ain't! OK, I tried to create an interesting story
that you guys would like! Please, please, oh please review this!!! I love
to hear from my readers!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from the movie (I wish I did!).
One again, please review!!!
Anticipation courses through you as the lights in the theater dim. The movie is about to begin. The coming attractions start to play, and you sigh inwardly. You don't want to see the previews, you just want to see pirates! You impatiently drum your fingers on the arm rest next to you as the preview about some stupid war story ends and the movie is finally about to begin.
Your heart flutters as the familiar embers burn up from the dense fog to surround the title; The Pirates of the Caribbean; The Curse of the Black Pearl. Your scoot to the edge of your seat as you await to hear young Elizabeth's sing-song voice come floating toward you when the large man next to you coughs loudly. This is only the beginning of the troubles that await you.
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You hear your date's car pull away in your driveway as you throw your jacket onto the coatrack in the foyer of your house.
"That you, hon?" you hear you mother call from the kitchen over the sound of running water, and the clinking of plates.
"Yeah," you answer, entering the kitchen to find your mother washing the dishes.
"Was it as good as it was the first time?" your mother asks, obviously referring to the movie.
"No," you reply, " Not that the movie wasn't good, it was brilliant, but I was NOT able to pay attention. The guy next to me kept coughing every time an amusing line came on, and the kid behind me kept screaming whenever the cursed pirates were in a scene! I wish that I could just see it when there aren't any annoying crowds!" Running your fingers through your hair, you sit down at the kitchen table, and lay your head in you folded arms. Your mother turns off the faucet and sits beside you at the table.
"Well, maybe next time you should go to a later showing. Not a lot of people go to see movies later in the evening," she suggests.
You raise your head. "That's a good idea. I'll do that. Thanks Mom!" You push yourself from the table, kiss your mom on the cheek, and head up to bed.
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The next evening, you wait by the doors of the theater, ticket in hand. The hour is 9 'o' clock. You asked your date from last night if they wanted to accompany you, but sadly, they had to work. You don't mind though. You know that you'll still enjoy the movie.
It is now 9:15, time for the movie to start. Nobody else is in the theater though. You are alone. The lights dim, and you are happy and content. The previews drone on as you senselessly move your straw up and down through the lid of your drink, causing a high-pitched, squeaky sound, knowing that there's nobody there to tell you to shut the hell up. As the title sequence grazes the screen you stop all motion and become immersed in the movie. You watch as Mr. Gibbs warns Elizabeth of pirates. You watch as Will Turner is found floating on the ocean debris. Your heart pounds in your chest as young Elizabeth spots the Black Pearl, gliding through the eerie fog.
Then, all of a sudden, you blink, open your eyes and are shocked. You bring your hands to your eyes as a sudden brightness fills the theater. You slowly lower your hands, and realize that you are no longer in the theater. A glittering ocean lays before you. You stare down to notice that you are standing on a dock. Large sail boats line the grand harbor. You see no one in sight. Your breathing increases faster as you stat to notice that you are having some sort of a hallucination. A strange melody comes from behind you, and you quickly snap your head around. A large fort rests behind the large harbor. The melody that seems to be made by flutes is coming from inside it. The same song for Norrington's promotion.
"Oh....my....God...." you say to yourself in an inaudible whisper. You take a deep breath and look up at the clear blue sky. You have no idea what is going on. Lowering your gaze, you notice that you are not alone. There ARE others around. They scurry about the boats carrying large chests and lowering and raising the sails. Their clothes are of the late 17th century style. Slowly turning your gaze back to the sea, you notice a small (very small) ship sailing into the harbor. A man stands proudly atop the mast, beard in tiny tassels, and eyes lined with dark coal. With a sharp intake of breath you know that it is Captain Jack Sparrow! As you had seen in the movie, he notices something wrong with his ship and leaps down, grabbing a bucket and emptying his ship of water. Suddenly, he stands in surprise of something he has seen. You turn your stare to what he is currently saluting and you see the dead, skeleton pirates hanging from the severed rock beneath the sign bearing; PIRATES YE BE WARNED. "MY God," you think to yourself,"I am in the bloody movie!!"
You watch on as his ship begins to sink ever faster and he quickly clamors back atop the mast once again. In spite of your quite sudden panic attack, you laugh to yourself as he comically continues to stand proud as his ship lowers beneath the water, sailing into perfect position for him to grandly step onto the dock. Your eyes widen in fear and astonishment as he begins to walk toward you! Frozen to the spot, you wonder what you should do, when your problem is solved unexpectedly for you.
"What? 'Old up there, you!" an elderly harbor master shouts after Jack. Jack immediately stops where he is, swivels from your direction, and saunters back over to the harbor master. To avoid being seen, you quickly hide behind a large box filled with fish. You watch and listen as the two men continue to talk.
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the docks" the harbor master continues.
Jack looks a tad bemused and glances at his sunken ship.
"And I shall need to know your name," opening his large book of the harbor doings, the man gazes expectantly at Jack.
"Whaddya say to three shillings, an' we forget he name?" replies Jack as he flops three silver coins atop the harbor master's book, who, after a slight pause, snaps his book shut and replies,
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith!"
Clasping his hands together in a gesture of thanks, Jack once agin, saunters down the dock and in the process, stealing a pouch of coins from a nearby desk top. You watch in awe as he staggers past, unaware of your gaze. Inhaling deeply, you return to standing position. You cannot believe what you are seeing! You are in the film, The Pirates of the Caribbean!
Your smile disappears quick as soon as you realize that the harbor master is glaring directly at you! You try to back away, but he approaches you quickly, and questions,
"And who might you be?' as he glances as your clothing of 21st century style.
"Uh..." you stammer.
"Only a pirate would dress as ridiculously as that!' he sneers.
"Oh, I'm not a pirate! I'm really not!" you try to explain but doubt still looms across the harbor masters' face. He quickly snaps his fingers and shouts,
"Officer Brenning, we have another pirate on our hands!"
Noticing that the situation is not in a good state, you try to bolt, however your attempt is smoldered when the barrel of a gun appears as if from nowhere directly in front of your nose.
"To the gallows with you, pirate!" jests the Navy officer.
Oh shit. You are in trouble.
Alrighty, that's the first chapter! I'm sorry if I wrote bad! It's just really hard to write in present tense constantly! But anyway, please, please review if you'd like for me to continue writing this! Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from the movie (I wish I did!).
One again, please review!!!
Anticipation courses through you as the lights in the theater dim. The movie is about to begin. The coming attractions start to play, and you sigh inwardly. You don't want to see the previews, you just want to see pirates! You impatiently drum your fingers on the arm rest next to you as the preview about some stupid war story ends and the movie is finally about to begin.
Your heart flutters as the familiar embers burn up from the dense fog to surround the title; The Pirates of the Caribbean; The Curse of the Black Pearl. Your scoot to the edge of your seat as you await to hear young Elizabeth's sing-song voice come floating toward you when the large man next to you coughs loudly. This is only the beginning of the troubles that await you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**********************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You hear your date's car pull away in your driveway as you throw your jacket onto the coatrack in the foyer of your house.
"That you, hon?" you hear you mother call from the kitchen over the sound of running water, and the clinking of plates.
"Yeah," you answer, entering the kitchen to find your mother washing the dishes.
"Was it as good as it was the first time?" your mother asks, obviously referring to the movie.
"No," you reply, " Not that the movie wasn't good, it was brilliant, but I was NOT able to pay attention. The guy next to me kept coughing every time an amusing line came on, and the kid behind me kept screaming whenever the cursed pirates were in a scene! I wish that I could just see it when there aren't any annoying crowds!" Running your fingers through your hair, you sit down at the kitchen table, and lay your head in you folded arms. Your mother turns off the faucet and sits beside you at the table.
"Well, maybe next time you should go to a later showing. Not a lot of people go to see movies later in the evening," she suggests.
You raise your head. "That's a good idea. I'll do that. Thanks Mom!" You push yourself from the table, kiss your mom on the cheek, and head up to bed.
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The next evening, you wait by the doors of the theater, ticket in hand. The hour is 9 'o' clock. You asked your date from last night if they wanted to accompany you, but sadly, they had to work. You don't mind though. You know that you'll still enjoy the movie.
It is now 9:15, time for the movie to start. Nobody else is in the theater though. You are alone. The lights dim, and you are happy and content. The previews drone on as you senselessly move your straw up and down through the lid of your drink, causing a high-pitched, squeaky sound, knowing that there's nobody there to tell you to shut the hell up. As the title sequence grazes the screen you stop all motion and become immersed in the movie. You watch as Mr. Gibbs warns Elizabeth of pirates. You watch as Will Turner is found floating on the ocean debris. Your heart pounds in your chest as young Elizabeth spots the Black Pearl, gliding through the eerie fog.
Then, all of a sudden, you blink, open your eyes and are shocked. You bring your hands to your eyes as a sudden brightness fills the theater. You slowly lower your hands, and realize that you are no longer in the theater. A glittering ocean lays before you. You stare down to notice that you are standing on a dock. Large sail boats line the grand harbor. You see no one in sight. Your breathing increases faster as you stat to notice that you are having some sort of a hallucination. A strange melody comes from behind you, and you quickly snap your head around. A large fort rests behind the large harbor. The melody that seems to be made by flutes is coming from inside it. The same song for Norrington's promotion.
"Oh....my....God...." you say to yourself in an inaudible whisper. You take a deep breath and look up at the clear blue sky. You have no idea what is going on. Lowering your gaze, you notice that you are not alone. There ARE others around. They scurry about the boats carrying large chests and lowering and raising the sails. Their clothes are of the late 17th century style. Slowly turning your gaze back to the sea, you notice a small (very small) ship sailing into the harbor. A man stands proudly atop the mast, beard in tiny tassels, and eyes lined with dark coal. With a sharp intake of breath you know that it is Captain Jack Sparrow! As you had seen in the movie, he notices something wrong with his ship and leaps down, grabbing a bucket and emptying his ship of water. Suddenly, he stands in surprise of something he has seen. You turn your stare to what he is currently saluting and you see the dead, skeleton pirates hanging from the severed rock beneath the sign bearing; PIRATES YE BE WARNED. "MY God," you think to yourself,"I am in the bloody movie!!"
You watch on as his ship begins to sink ever faster and he quickly clamors back atop the mast once again. In spite of your quite sudden panic attack, you laugh to yourself as he comically continues to stand proud as his ship lowers beneath the water, sailing into perfect position for him to grandly step onto the dock. Your eyes widen in fear and astonishment as he begins to walk toward you! Frozen to the spot, you wonder what you should do, when your problem is solved unexpectedly for you.
"What? 'Old up there, you!" an elderly harbor master shouts after Jack. Jack immediately stops where he is, swivels from your direction, and saunters back over to the harbor master. To avoid being seen, you quickly hide behind a large box filled with fish. You watch and listen as the two men continue to talk.
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the docks" the harbor master continues.
Jack looks a tad bemused and glances at his sunken ship.
"And I shall need to know your name," opening his large book of the harbor doings, the man gazes expectantly at Jack.
"Whaddya say to three shillings, an' we forget he name?" replies Jack as he flops three silver coins atop the harbor master's book, who, after a slight pause, snaps his book shut and replies,
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith!"
Clasping his hands together in a gesture of thanks, Jack once agin, saunters down the dock and in the process, stealing a pouch of coins from a nearby desk top. You watch in awe as he staggers past, unaware of your gaze. Inhaling deeply, you return to standing position. You cannot believe what you are seeing! You are in the film, The Pirates of the Caribbean!
Your smile disappears quick as soon as you realize that the harbor master is glaring directly at you! You try to back away, but he approaches you quickly, and questions,
"And who might you be?' as he glances as your clothing of 21st century style.
"Uh..." you stammer.
"Only a pirate would dress as ridiculously as that!' he sneers.
"Oh, I'm not a pirate! I'm really not!" you try to explain but doubt still looms across the harbor masters' face. He quickly snaps his fingers and shouts,
"Officer Brenning, we have another pirate on our hands!"
Noticing that the situation is not in a good state, you try to bolt, however your attempt is smoldered when the barrel of a gun appears as if from nowhere directly in front of your nose.
"To the gallows with you, pirate!" jests the Navy officer.
Oh shit. You are in trouble.
Alrighty, that's the first chapter! I'm sorry if I wrote bad! It's just really hard to write in present tense constantly! But anyway, please, please review if you'd like for me to continue writing this! Thank you!