Author's Note: I'm so sorry I didn't get this chapter up sooner! But I had to read a book and then answer some questions and do a report about it for school (which is starting soon)...............And review...

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Chapter 5: Interesting Mornings

Samantha woke up, begging whatever deity is out there to let her see her living room when she opened her eyes. But all she saw was Jack a few feet away from her trying to pick the lock of the cell with a bone.

"Jack," she said as she stood up, walked over to him, and knelt down, "I don't know if that's going to work."

Before he could answer, he and Samantha heard someone coming down the stairs. Jack threw down the bone and flopped back onto the bottom of the cell, pretending like he had been sleeping there. Samantha sat down on the ground and leaned against the bench.

She looked up and saw a young man walking down the stairs and towards the cell. He had dark brown hair that was a few inches below his ears and he had beautiful brown eyes. He had a slight mustache that definitely wasn't as thick (or dirty) as Jack's. And he didn't really have much of a tan either.

"You, Sparrow." The man said, staring at Jack.

Samantha was in complete and utter disbelief. She knew this man that was standing before her. She knew his voice. How could she not? She constantly saw movies of him and there were pictures of him all over her apartment. She saw his face dozens of times a day. It was Danielle's fantasy husband: Orlando Bloom. "No way." She whispered.

"Aye." Jack replied to the man, lifting his head up slightly from the ground. "You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?"

Jack sat up. "I've heard of it."

"Where does it make berth?" This man was serious. Jack definitely wasn't. "Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories? Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sailed from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."

"The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?" The man was getting thoroughly annoyed. "Why ask me?" Jack said nonchalantly, studying his nails.

"Because you're a pirate." The man replied. "And you want to turn pirate yerself, is that it? My new friend 'ere, Sammi, turned pirate." Jack chuckled. Samantha ripped her gaze from the man and looked at Jack. "I am NOT a pirate!"

That's when the man noticed Samantha for the first time. "Who are you?" He said. "I'm Jack's new 'friend', Sammi, and I'm NOT a pirate. The idiot who threw me in here had the misconception that I am one."

"Ah, I understand." He could actually care less.

"Your name is Orlando Bloom, right?" Samantha said. "No, I'm sorry, miss. You must have the wrong person. I'm Will Turner." Samantha knew that name just as well as Orlando Bloom. Well, maybe that's because Orlando Bloom WAS Will Turner in the movie. Danielle just loved them both and she wouldn't shut up about them.

Samantha looked at Jack and then remembered where's she's seen him. It was like a light bulb went on above her head. "Holy shit. It's Johnny Depp." Jack looked at her as if she lost her mind. "No, I'm Jack. Remember?"

Both men just stared at her as she began to mumble to herself about what was happening. "That's Orlando Bloom. And that's Johnny Depp. But no, they say they're Will Turner and Jack Sparrow. Now where have I heard those two names from?" Then the realization slapped her right in the face.

"That damn movie." What a wonderful response.

Jack scooted away from Samantha, fearing she had gone insane. "I think she's gone mad, mate." Jack said as he twirled his finger around beside his head. "Ya know, closed spaces 'n all. Gets to ya after a while."

Samantha just stared at them and said, "I'm not crazy, insane, or 'mad'! It's just that I've seen and heard of you two before and so has my friend, Danielle. But she's not here right now. Actually, I have no clue where she is."

"Worse than I thought." Jack said.

"Jack! I swear, if you don't LAY OFF right now..." She couldn't think of a witty conclusion for that sentence. Jack cocked an eyebrow. He knew as well as Samantha did that she wasn't going to do anything to him. She just wanted Jack to leave her alone. She just wanted to be left alone so she could have some time to think about what was going on and why she sudenly got the idea that she was living something from the movie. No, no that can't be it. Perhaps the closed spaces really were getting to her.

"As I was saying, Jack." Will turned away from the now deep-in-thought Samantha and faced Jack. "I need your..." Will paused for a moment, as if looking for the right word, "...'expertise'. They took Miss Swann."

Jack grinned. "Oh, so it is that ye've found a girl. I see. Well, if yer intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart you'll 'ave ta do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."

"I can get you, both of you, out of here."

"Both of us?" Samantha jumped up, discontinuing her contemplation of whether or not she was in a movie. "Yes, both of you." Will repeated.

"How's that? The key's run off." Jack said motioning to where the dog had disappeared to earlier. "I helped build these cells. These are half pin- barrel hinges." Will picked up a bench nearby and placed it up against the cell door. "With the right leverage and proper application of strength, the door will lift free."

"You said yer name was Will Turner, right?" Jack now seemed very interested in this man.

"Yes."

"That'll be short for William, I imagine. Good, stronge name. No doubt named for yer father, right?"

"Yes."

Samantha knew that there was something about this man that interested Jack. See, Samantha would remember what it was IF SHE HAD WATCHED THE MOVIE! But she didn't. And now she wished she had seen it. Danielle was right, Samantha would regret not seeing the movie.

"Aha. Well, Mr Turner, I changed me mind. If you spring us from this cell, we swear on pain of death, we shall take you to the Black Pearl and yer bonny lass. Do we 'ave an accord?"

"Agreed." Will said as they shook hands.

"Hey, no, wait a second! What's with all this 'we' stuff! I'm not swearing on the pain of death to do anything!" Samantha wasn't happy.

"Sorry, love, it's to late ta argue now." Jack said as Will popped open the door to the cell. Jack kind of wanted her to go on this little... escapade... of theirs.

"It's SAMMI!"

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Danielle's morning was far less... pleasant. Well, let's just say her morning was interesting.

It had to be no more than 5:00 in the morning when Danielle was shaken awake by a gruff, calloused hand. She opened her eyes and peered up only to see a thin man with a fake eye and a heavy-set one with... not a fake eye. Oh yes, that's right, I'm talking about Ragetti and Pintel.

"Wake up, wake up. The Capt'n wants ta see you." Pintel said. Danielle stood up to face the two. "It's way to early in the morning. The sun isn't even out yet. Why the hell would he want to see me now?"

"He wants ta ask ya a few questions about yer, um, 'ability'." The pirates didn't have to explain themselves to her but Barbossa considered her his new 'best friend' so the crew had to answer her questions and treat her with respect.

Pintel and Ragetti grabbed her arms and began to lead her up a flight of stairs. "What do ya see in our future?" Pintel was very curious but a bit skeptical.

Danielle looked at them and then remembered the part in the movie where they were rowing the boat and wearing dresses. "Well," she said, thinking of how to put it nicely, "in the near future you two will be looking very pretty."

"And what's that supposed ta mean!?! Don't we look pretty now!?!"

"Oh yes, of course you do." Danielle lied. "But you'll be looking very feminine and you'll be in a boat."

"What kinda silly witch are ya!"

"A very smart silly witch. Now, if you don't mind," Danielle said, taking her arms out of their grasp, "I have an ugly old man to talk to."

Danielle opened the door that they had come to and stepped inside. She quietly sat down at a small, dirty chair that she assumed was meant for her.

Danielle was a little nervous because she had no clue what Barbossa wanted to ask her. She knew that if she was wrong or was caught in a lie, she was as good as dead.

"Ah, I'm so pleased ye've made yerself at home." Barbossa walked into the room. Danielle had no clue he wasn't even in there before. She was too busy gnawing on her nails to realize it.

"Uh, hey. How's it goin' Captain?" Danielle looked at him as he sat down in a chair behind a desk in front of her. "Lovely, Miss Danielle. Just lovely." Danielle was truly nervous at this point. She was tired, hungry, and getting scared. Not a good combination.

Then she broke the dead silence that had engulfed the room. "Um, is there some reason you called me in here?" "Why yes, there is. Two of my crew members came ta me last night and said they saw Jack Sparrow. How and why is he still alive?" He leaned foreward, his eyes boring into her scared ones. "You of all people should know." Not good. Not good at all.

Danielle sat there and stared at him, fidgeting with a strand of hair that had flopped onto her forehead. She was speechless for a moment. She couldn't tell him about Jack. Barbossa would find out everything later. But then she composed herself and said, "I can only see into the future. You know that. I can't tell someone's past." Ah, the brilliance (or craziness, however you want to look at it) of Danielle. She smiled to herself.

"I see." Barbossa said, a frown tugging on the corners of his lips. He wasn't to pleased with her answer. "Well, since you CAN see into the future, hows about you tellin' me if Sparrow is goin' ta interfere with the undoing of the curse?" Barbossa assumed that since Danielle knew about the coin, then she knew about the curse as well.

By now, Danielle was thinking about escape routes to avoid finishing this conversation. She thought about the door, but then she would have to face the other pirates on board. Then she thought about the window, but then what? Swimming for dear life until she gets to the nearest beach? That really wouldn't work. Then she thought about telling him all about Jack Sparrow. But then everything might go differently. And that could be bad. And besides, she doesn't want to be a bad guy. Does she?

All of this was going through Danielle's head as she spoke. "I don't feel very well right now, Barbossa. I have a headache. And when I have a headache I can't see anything that will happen." She actually sounded quite convincing. But Barbossa didn't believe her but he saw her (and her 'ability') as a very valuable asset to the crew and he didn't want to hurt her or force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

Besides, he knew he could always threaten her if he really wanted information. But for the moment he'll let her be.

"Alright then, lass. You can leave, and ya don't have ta go back to the brig." He sounded strangely calm. It wasn't like him at all. And that scared the hell out of Danielle.

"Th-Thank you, Captain." Danielle said nervously as she got up and did a little curtsie with her now slightly dirty shirt.

"But I suggest ya get better soon. Very soon." That erie calmness stayed with him and Danielle felt a chill run down her back. "Of course." Danielle said as she opened the door, "I just need some fresh air, that's all."

"Well! Get out there then!" Barbossa growled and Danielle quickly left.

"Asshole." Danielle mumbled to herself as she walked away.

Barbossa chuckled to himself as he sat at his desk. He said Danielle didn't have to go back to the brig but he knew she would because she didn't like the crew too much. He believed she'd rather stay alone in the brig than on the deck in the company of disgusting pirates.

But you'd be surprised at the things Danielle has the courage to do.