Chapter 1
Heather woke with a splitting headache. Her head felt like it had been cracked open. Slowly she sat up and looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. She and Christina had been watching the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie and they had wished that they could meet Jack Sparrow. That was all she could remember.
She looked around. Christina was lying on the ground next to her. She gave her a gentle shake to wake her. Then as her friend began to stir she gave her surroundings a closer look. It was dark, and they seemed to be near a fort of some kind. She could here the sound of waves and the air had an odd smell.
Christina sat up. "What the hell happened?" she asked.
"I have no clue. But I have the feeling we're not in Georgia anymore, Toto." Heather answered.
Suddenly, they were surrounded by odd men in old English red coats. Before either of them could say a word they had been yanked to their feet and their hands bound. A stern looking man walked out of the circle of red coats and looked them over.
"They're pirates alright. Disgraceful women. Take them to the prison." He ordered and they were dragged away.
"Hey, Now wait a minute." Christina yelled.
"Shut it! You'll get us into more trouble." Heather hissed under her breath.
They were lead to the prison and nearly thrown down the steps. A couple of the red coats talked with a group at the top of the stairs.
"We've only got one cell with any room in it." One said.
"Alright. From the looks of them they won't mind being in the same cell as that new one." Another laughed. Heather and Christina were taken down the rest of the steps, their bonds taken off, and they were shoved into the cell, still dazed at the entire ordeal.
The red coats left then, leaving them with the man who was mostly hidden in the shadows in the back of the cell and the disgusting men in the cell next to them.
"Hey there, girlies." One with several of his yellow teeth missing slurred as he came closer to the bars.
"Ugh. Go away, creep." Heather sneered. The men looked shocked by the girls' rejections but after a while they were left alone. It was only then that the man in the cell with them spoke.
"Don't mind them. They're bloody fools." He said as he stood and swaggered over to them.
"And who might you be?" Christina snapped. Heather just stared.
"Ya gives me yers and I'll gives ya mine. Savvy?" He swayed.
"Hey, Buddy, this has not been my day. 'Kay? I've no idea where the hell I am and I'm hungry. So don't mess with me, Buddy." Christina snapped.
"I'm Marina." Heather said, smiling up at the man. "You are?"
"Jack Sparrow, at your service." He gracefully swept his hat off his head and gave a bow, swaying just a little.
Christina stared up at him. "You're Jack Sparrow?"
"That would be me. You are?"
Christina gave Heather a look. Now understanding why she had said her name was Marina she thought for a moment. "Um, I'm called Eris."
"Really." Jack said as he plopped down next to them, the beads and jewels in his hair clinking slightly.
"Um, yeah." She answered.
"Do you know where we are?" heather asked. Jack looked her over for a second, his gaze lingering slightly too long on her breasts and the low cut poet's shirt that was the top to her pirate costume. She shifted and he looked back up.
"Welcome to Port Royal, young missies." He slurred.
Heather woke with a splitting headache. Her head felt like it had been cracked open. Slowly she sat up and looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. She and Christina had been watching the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie and they had wished that they could meet Jack Sparrow. That was all she could remember.
She looked around. Christina was lying on the ground next to her. She gave her a gentle shake to wake her. Then as her friend began to stir she gave her surroundings a closer look. It was dark, and they seemed to be near a fort of some kind. She could here the sound of waves and the air had an odd smell.
Christina sat up. "What the hell happened?" she asked.
"I have no clue. But I have the feeling we're not in Georgia anymore, Toto." Heather answered.
Suddenly, they were surrounded by odd men in old English red coats. Before either of them could say a word they had been yanked to their feet and their hands bound. A stern looking man walked out of the circle of red coats and looked them over.
"They're pirates alright. Disgraceful women. Take them to the prison." He ordered and they were dragged away.
"Hey, Now wait a minute." Christina yelled.
"Shut it! You'll get us into more trouble." Heather hissed under her breath.
They were lead to the prison and nearly thrown down the steps. A couple of the red coats talked with a group at the top of the stairs.
"We've only got one cell with any room in it." One said.
"Alright. From the looks of them they won't mind being in the same cell as that new one." Another laughed. Heather and Christina were taken down the rest of the steps, their bonds taken off, and they were shoved into the cell, still dazed at the entire ordeal.
The red coats left then, leaving them with the man who was mostly hidden in the shadows in the back of the cell and the disgusting men in the cell next to them.
"Hey there, girlies." One with several of his yellow teeth missing slurred as he came closer to the bars.
"Ugh. Go away, creep." Heather sneered. The men looked shocked by the girls' rejections but after a while they were left alone. It was only then that the man in the cell with them spoke.
"Don't mind them. They're bloody fools." He said as he stood and swaggered over to them.
"And who might you be?" Christina snapped. Heather just stared.
"Ya gives me yers and I'll gives ya mine. Savvy?" He swayed.
"Hey, Buddy, this has not been my day. 'Kay? I've no idea where the hell I am and I'm hungry. So don't mess with me, Buddy." Christina snapped.
"I'm Marina." Heather said, smiling up at the man. "You are?"
"Jack Sparrow, at your service." He gracefully swept his hat off his head and gave a bow, swaying just a little.
Christina stared up at him. "You're Jack Sparrow?"
"That would be me. You are?"
Christina gave Heather a look. Now understanding why she had said her name was Marina she thought for a moment. "Um, I'm called Eris."
"Really." Jack said as he plopped down next to them, the beads and jewels in his hair clinking slightly.
"Um, yeah." She answered.
"Do you know where we are?" heather asked. Jack looked her over for a second, his gaze lingering slightly too long on her breasts and the low cut poet's shirt that was the top to her pirate costume. She shifted and he looked back up.
"Welcome to Port Royal, young missies." He slurred.
