A/N: Sorry I haven't written in months! LOL - completely sidetracked all the time, many
a buddy to go do crap with! And. Uh. Stuff. I will hold off no longer - here y'are!


Teenyboppers of the Like, Caribbean

Chapter XII


The butler of the Bermuda Triangle who we have come to call Oswald, was peacefully
dozing in the heat of the sun on a secluded corner of the east Bermuda Triangle bank,
when all of a sudden, his sun was blocked. Of course, the sudden change of atmosphere
awoke him, but he didn't open his eyes all the same.

"Leave tips in the lobby on the counter, please," he muttered under his breath. When
the creator of the shadow didn't answer, Oswald continued. "Are you troubled?" he
sighed. "In need of a glass of water, perhaps?" He cracked open his right eye, saw
what was making the shadow, rubbed his eyes, opened both of them, opened both of
them wider, then screamed in a magnificently bloodcurdling way, sounding much like Meg
in the Original London Cast of Phantom of the Opera.

Headed straight towards Oswald was the Black Pearl, swirling out of control and making
huge tidal waves in the process. The butler had just been engulfed in one of these massive
waves and soon began to splutter around in panic, screaming as he did so.

Meanwhile, the people on the Black Pearl were acting generally the same.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Mimi shouted at the top of her lungs, tearing
out strands of her hair at a time.

"We're all going to die! DIE, I TELL YOU!" Gibbs shrieked, leaping overboard.

"Steer! Steer!" Anamaria yelled, jumping about behind Jack, who, with all his might, was
trying to steer the boat into control, but alas, the blast from the end of the swirling vortex
of terror had knocked the ship so awry that there was no hope in straightening it out
before crashing into the island.

Also meanwhile, Donny and ZC finally realized what was happening…

"Hey," Donny tapped ZC on the shoulder.

"Yeah?" ZC asked.

"I'nt dat Oswald?"

"Who?"

"Da butler, look." Jepp pointed to the other side of the island. ZC turned and squinted.

"You mean that spluttering dude who looks like he's praying at the end of his life while a
ship is headed straight for him? Yeah, that's him."

The gulls cawed.

"AHHHHHHHH!" ZC shouted in terror, jumping five feet into the air from her seat.
"What's the ship doing?! What's Oswald doing there?!"

"Didn't yous write it?" Donny asked.

"No! The Bermuda Triangle must have been working on it's own! I have no control
now! This sucks!" ZC growled, storming around and kicking up the sand.

"Aren't yous going to dos anything aboudit?" Donny asked.

"Ugh. Let's go save him," ZC muttered, grabbing Jepp by the collar and dragging him
down the beach.

Meanwhile, on the Black Pearl…

"AH!" Jack shouted as he was thrown down by the wheel.

"AHHHH!" Jill cried, falling into the main mast.

"AIEEEEE!" the other girls squealed, dialing numbers frantically on their cell phones,
which didn't work.

"AHHH!" the pirates yelped, being tossed all over the place by the crazy ship.

"BUTLER!" the midget yelled.

"No, you're supposed to say 'Ah'… Get it right next time," Tiffany said.

"No, look! We're going to crash into him!" the midget shouted, pointing.

"No we're not! Look!" Jessica pointed, too, but behind the butler. The others looked,
and saw a short and spunky girl and a guy who looked suspiciously like Johnny Depp
hurrying to save Oswald.

"The butler may still have a chance!" Mimi said.

Suddenly, the short and spunky girl got her foot caught on the branch of a fallen tree
and tripped and fell to the ground, disappearing from sight.

"Maybe not," Jill muttered, rubbing her head and glancing accusingly up at the mast.
It stared back down to her in guilt.

"BAM!" Donny Jepp shouted, leaping over a hill, grabbing up Oswald heroically and…
misbalancing and falling backwards. "Nows we scream," he said knowingly to Oswald.

"Ahhhh!" Oswald and Jepp screamed, clutching each other in sheer terror.

"Ahhhh!" everyone on the Pearl shrieked, the teenyboppers and Anamaria being
pitched overboard.

WHAM! WHOOMPH! SPLASH! BOOM!

Everything went silent, even the gulls who were watching the scene in anticipation.
Jepp and Oswald had their eyes squeezed shut, but feeling still alive, they both
fearfully opened them. Nearly three inches away from the tops of their heads was
the hull of the ship, which was curved in such a convenient way that when it hit the
mountain, it left a space of about six feet between the bottom of the mountain and
the bottom of the boat.

Oswald fainted.

"We live!" Jepp cheered, crawling out of the mess.

"My nails!" Mimi shrieked, stumbling up to shore and collapsing on the wet sand. She
searched her pockets and took out her cell phone, which, when opened, dumped onto
her lap a great amount of water.

"This is terrible! I have never been so miserable in my life!" Jessica shrieked, stumbling
and falling as Mimi had. "I can't believe my bad luck! Everything is going wrong, I want
to go home, I want my cowb-"

Suddenly, the cowboy from the last chapter fell into her lap.

"I'm happy," she said, shrugging.

"Come…. Josephine…. In your….. Flying machine……" Tiffany was singing hoarsely from
atop a plank on her back, drifting to shore, in much the way that Rose did in Titanic,
besides the drifting to shore part.

"Ouch, ow, ow!" Anamaria yipped, tearing crabs off of her and swimming up behind
Tiffany. "Ouch!" she cried, touching her toes to the bottom of the lagoon and beginning
to walk.

"Well I hope you all enjoyed that," ZC grumbled after she spat out a mouthful of
sand. "Because I didn't."

"WOOHOO!" Jack crowed, leaping off the ship onto the sand. "That was great!" He
peered happily around the island full of glum and exhausted people. "What? What's
wrong?"

"We just went flying over the side of a ship, crashed into an island and have now
washed up to shore," Tiffany growled on the verge of screaming.

"Can't complain!" Jessica piped up, merrily.

"Shut up, Jessica!" Mimi cried. "That was the worst thing I have ever experienced!"

Jill, who, on being thrown overboard, had been pitched into her own individual swirling
vortex of terror, was just returning from spending four years saving the alternate
fourth dimension world of Egyptian people from destruction by the aliens that enslaved
them. Only minutes had gone by in our world. She wore an Egyptian dress, her hair
was dyed black, and she looked as if she had been in constant battle.

"Omigod, Jill!" Mimi cried to her sister, breathless. "Your skin is like - so tan!"

"Yes, it is," Jill muttered. Everyone else dismissed Jill's odd sudden change in
appearance, and from that day forward she told nobody of her secret past, not even
on her deathbed.

"Ah, that was a nice swim," Gibbs said, jogging up to shore and shaking his wet hair
like a dog.

"Speak for yourself," Anamaria grumbled, picking the last of the crabs from her shirt.

"All right, we're all hunky dory!" ZC said. "Now how do we suppose you all get back
to your own times, seeing as the Bermuda Triangle here is timeless and all that other
wahoody crap?"

"Wa…hoody?" Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow. "What a loser."

"I like it!" the cowboy said.

"Me too," Jessica purred quickly.

"But-" he started.

"Sh." She put her pointer finger over his mouth.

"Oh, this is disgusting!" ZC muttered. "Like I don't see enough of it around my
friends! Seriously! If you all want to get home, tell that girl to cut the mush out!"

Mimi whacked Jessica upside the head.

"Good. Now alls you gotta do to get back to your own times, is this-"





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