Author's Note: Welcome back to the next and final installment of So Much Fun. Si, mis amigas, this is the final chapter. After months of hard work (sort of) and over 20 chapters of my endless drabble, it is over...

But before we begin this ending chapter, there are many who I would like to thank: SoccerGurl703, Dawnie-7, Shimmergloom, "Koko", Iris42, Cassie- bear01, FalconStorm, Shanelover1, Cmdr. Gabe E, Nhmfriil, Siamese, Katterree Fengari, "AnnieBananie729", barcode-babe-210, "JeanieBeanie33", and "Dani". If I missed anyone, I really apologize and I thank you too!!

And now here it is, what you've all been waiting for... ENJOY!

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Chapter 22: So Much Fun

Samantha lingered in this comforting darkness for only a short while before her eyes shot open. She immediately sat up and looked around. The sun was up and streaks of light were filtering into the room through the blinds.

"No... way..." she slowly mumbled to herself as she looked around.

No, she wasn't with Jack, or Will, or Elizabeth, or even Norrington for that matter. She was on a couch. A nice comfy couch. Then there was a TV and some popcorn barely even five feet away.

"Wait a second." Samantha began as she was realizing what was actually going on. "They don't have TVs in Port Royal or on the Black Pearl. Then that must mean..." She paused for a moment as she grinned. "I'm home!" she squeaked in happiness. "Wait," she said as her happiness turned to gloom, "I'm home."

She sat there for a moment on the couch where she had fallen asleep the night before. She was letting everything sink in.

"It was a dream." she sighed. "It was just a dream." She suddenly wished she was back in the Caribbean again swimming to the Black Pearl with Jack. And that reminded her, why was she wet?

She looked down at her clothes and realized everything was damp: her shirt, her pants, her hair. Even her skin was damp. "What the hell?" she mumbled.

As she went to stand up, she tripped over one of the legs of the coffee table and down she went. She hit the carpeting with a thud and flinched in pain. The fall wasn't what hurt her though. Something was jabbing her in her hip. Something was in her pocket.

Samantha grabbed the corner of the coffee table to help her stand up, and when she was back on her two feet again she reached into her pocket. She felt something round and flat. Her eyes got big and wide as she remembered what it was and quickly pulled it out of her pocket.

It was a gold coin. The gold coin she had taken from the piles of gold back on the Isla de Muerta.

"No, no, no, no, no. I am NOT seeing this. It was a dream. And that is that." she said, trying to reassure herself. But she continued to stare at the coin with wide eyes.

"Oh my God, I better hide this." Samantha said as she crept down the hallway and into her bedroom.

She walked to a small, porcelain jewelry box that had been her grandmother's and Samantha looked at it and smiled nostalgically. She knew nothing would ever happen to the coin if it was in that box. She slowly lifted the lid to the box and put the coin on the bottom, which was covered with felt.

She closed the lid, but still looked at the box. She silently got dressed (not to mention she brushed her hair) into some cleaner, not-so-wet clothes because she knew that if Danielle saw her all wet like that, she would be suspicious. And besides, she decided to tell Danielle she took a shower that morning. Danielle would never believe that she fell off of a tower and into the Caribbean with a pirate.

She slipped on a pair of shorts and a gray shirt and before she walked out the door, she took one last look at the box.

"I'm losing my mind. I need a therapist." she mumbled to herself as she walked to her kitchen and sat down at a barstool at a long counter. She decided it would be best if she got some breakfast.

"I hope I have a dream like that again soon." she whispered. "And this time I'll know how it all goes." As we all know, she was referring to the fact that she had NO clue to what was going to happen to herself and the characters.

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Danielle grunted as her eyes opened. One eye wouldn't open all the way. It felt bruised and swollen. She slowly lifted her hand and gently touched her eye, and as she did so she wanted to scream in pain.

Twigg had punched her. That's the last thing she remembered.

She sat up in her bed as she realized it was light outside. Wait? Bed?

Danielle looked around and noticed she was no longer in a smelly, dirty, pirate-infested jail. She was in her nice, warm bed.

She wanted to smile and frown all at the same time. She was happy she was away from that damned jail, but she was disappointed that she didn't get to spend enough time with Will, or even Jack for that matter.

"That had to be the strangest dream I have EVER had." Danielle said as she realized that nothing that had happened to her was real.

But what about the bruise? Danielle was suddenly confused. It was all a dream, but she had a black eye from a fight that she had gotten into IN A DREAM!

Danielle suddenly heard a thud coming from the living room. And shortly after she watched as Samantha walked into her own bedroom (her room was almost directly across from Danielle's).

Danielle decided to mind her own business and she laid back down and rolled over onto her side but felt something hard in her pocket. She then remembered that she shoved Ragetti's eye in that very pocket after he was punched.

Danielle was scared to reach into her pocket but she did anyway and there it was, Ragetti's eye. She slowly slid her hand out and looked at it... with her one good eye, anyway.

"So was I there? Or wasn't I?" Danielle questioned herself shakily. She didn't know what to believe. Danielle knew something bad would happen. She knew it all along... and I guess her black eye was it.

When Danielle watched Samantha leave her bedroom, she then sat up. She got out of bed, Ragetti's eye in one hand, and made her way into the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the large mirror that rested just above the bathroom sink and she frowned when she saw her eye. It definitely was bruised and it definitely was swollen.

"Not good..." she mumbled to herself. She decided to tell Samantha that she fell out of bed in the middle of the night on her way to get a glass of water. Samantha would never believe she was in jail with a couple of pirates.

Danielle, still in her clothes from the previous day, stumbled out of the bathroom and went back into her room. She hid the wooden eye in a drawer beside her bed, knowing that Samantha wouldn't just barge into her room and start rummaging.

Danielle made her way out of her room and into the kitchen and sat at a barstool next to Samantha, who had already gotten herself some cereal.

'I hope I have a dream like that again soon.' she thought. 'And this time I won't lie through my teeth.' We all know what she's talking about there.

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Danielle immediately noticed that Samantha was wet. "What the hell happened to you? You take a shower or something?" Danielle asked as she poured herself a bowl of Count Chocula, even though she had to admit Samantha smelled odd. But hey, so did she.

"Yeah." Samantha said awkwardly. "I took one. But what about your eye?" Samantha asked as she stopped eating her Wheaties and stared at Danielle's bruised eye.

"Oh, um, I got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and I fell." Danielle said. It wasn't the best lie and it wasn't the most convincing, but she couldn't do any better at the moment.

"Right." Samantha said suspiciously. "You OK though?"

"Yeah." Danielle said, but there was something else she just had to bring up. "I had the strangest dream last night..."

"Yeah, me too..."

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Sadly enough, the girls never told each other about the dreams... or their little souvenirs for that matter. They just decided it would be best if the other didn't know about their little 'adventure'. They both believed that the other would think they were crazy. Although, Samantha believed she herself was already at that point.

That day went as normal as any other day, but deep inside, they changed. Samantha was a true pirate and Danielle was a villainess.

They really did have so much fun on their escapade. And it will never be forgotten. And their trinkets were kept hidden from each other, but maybe someday they would be found...

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Author's Note: THE END!!! OK, how was that? Some of you may not have liked this ending but I had planned it from the beginning. Sorry. I really didn't want it to be THAT far-fetched and unbelievable. I may do a sequel, but for now, I am posting my other story (which I am very excited about) called A Letter of Concern.

I ask all of my dear (and probably shocked) reviewers one last thing: I would like you now to review my story as a whole. Tell me what you liked and didn't like about it, what I could've changed, was the ending the 'big bang' you were hoping for? etc.

One last thing! There is a moral to my story. Do you know what it is? ...Whenever you go to the movie theater, NEVER FALL ASLEEP...

OK, now I'm done...