Pirates of the Caribbean: Through the Time Gap
Chapter 1
Sarah
"I hate life- It sucks!" I thought as I pulled out my English homework, "It's only the first day back and we already have homework." I gazed dreamily at my Orlando Bloom poster and sighed. He'd know what to do. I turned back to my essay and groaned- how was I meant to do this for Wednesday? I hadn't quite recovered from having to get up at 7 o'clock that morning, so I stretched out and yawned before finally setting down to my task.
"Sarah, SARAH!" I murmured and laid down my head again, only to hit something hard. "Ouch!" I had fallen asleep over my school books and someone was calling me- but who? I looked around sleepily and, upon seeing nothing, I ignored it and continued to doze. Again, I heard someone calling me, and admitting defeat, I crawled off my chair and thumped down on the bed. "What?" I asked suspiciously, "What d'ya want?" No-one answered so I glanced at the clock. It was half past eleven. I couldn't picture anyone in my house being up that late so I quickly packed up my books and turned to go back to bed. As I turned, I noticed the edges of my mirror were glowing. A small scream escaped me as my phone rang- what was going on?
"Hi…" I gasped into the phone, "What d'ya want at this time?" I was puzzled by the reply that shot down the other end. "Wait… did you say it's… 8 o'clock?" I peered first at the clock and then at my watch in confusion. "It's a few minutes to midnight here… No, never mind. Clocks must be wrong." I heard a click on the other end of the line as she hung up. I turned back to my mirror which was still glowing. The light was soft and golden. I moved towards it in a trance and reached out to touch the rippling surface. Suddenly, I was sucked towards the mirror and as my fingers swept across the cool glass, my fingers slipped through the apparently non-solid mirror. I shuddered as I pulled my hand back out. A silver liquid dripped from my fingers. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and launched myself through the mirror just as the clock showed the time as midnight.
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Elizabeth
"It's been a busy day for you mam." The maid spoke cheerfully as she prepared the bed.
"Yes, I expected the Commodore to propose but I wasn't entirely prepared for it." Elizabeth replied thoughtfully.
"I meant you being threatened by that pirate," the maid continued, "but the Commodore proposed- fancy that! That's a smart match miss, if it's not too bold to say."
"Yes, it IS a smart match, the Commodore is a fine man." Elizabeth was still engrossed in thought as she replied.
"And that Will Turner. He's a fine man too…"
Elizabeth cut her off haughtily, "That IS too bold!" The maid turned away quickly.
"Well, begging your pardon miss." Elizabeth watched as her maid left the room and then she picked up her book and began to read. She was awoken by a gentle call, "Elizabeth, ELIZABETH." As she ignored it, it became louder until she could no longer pretend to sleep. "What? Why must you wake me at this hour?" The clock chimed, quarter to midnight. Had she really been sleeping for that long. She climbed back into bed, a began to fondle the medallion which she had removed from her drawer that morning. Why had that… that… pirate been so interested in it?
She arose and paced her room. Flinging open the shutters she gazed longingly over Port Royale. She could just make out the courtyard onto which the blacksmith's shop that Will worked in was. Her maid was right, he WAS a fine man. Closing the window reluctantly, she returned to the task of looking over the medallion. It was Will's. She knew that. Yet somehow it seemed… inappropriate to return it now. A slight noise behind her alarmed her and she spun around. Her mirror seemed to be glowing. She dared not touch and yet it seemed to draw her closer. She peered through the haze of the surface, but was unable to see anything past it. Drawing a breath, she straightened her back and strode towards the mirror, closing her eyes as the clock chimed midnight and she was drawn through the mirror.
Chapter 1
Sarah
"I hate life- It sucks!" I thought as I pulled out my English homework, "It's only the first day back and we already have homework." I gazed dreamily at my Orlando Bloom poster and sighed. He'd know what to do. I turned back to my essay and groaned- how was I meant to do this for Wednesday? I hadn't quite recovered from having to get up at 7 o'clock that morning, so I stretched out and yawned before finally setting down to my task.
"Sarah, SARAH!" I murmured and laid down my head again, only to hit something hard. "Ouch!" I had fallen asleep over my school books and someone was calling me- but who? I looked around sleepily and, upon seeing nothing, I ignored it and continued to doze. Again, I heard someone calling me, and admitting defeat, I crawled off my chair and thumped down on the bed. "What?" I asked suspiciously, "What d'ya want?" No-one answered so I glanced at the clock. It was half past eleven. I couldn't picture anyone in my house being up that late so I quickly packed up my books and turned to go back to bed. As I turned, I noticed the edges of my mirror were glowing. A small scream escaped me as my phone rang- what was going on?
"Hi…" I gasped into the phone, "What d'ya want at this time?" I was puzzled by the reply that shot down the other end. "Wait… did you say it's… 8 o'clock?" I peered first at the clock and then at my watch in confusion. "It's a few minutes to midnight here… No, never mind. Clocks must be wrong." I heard a click on the other end of the line as she hung up. I turned back to my mirror which was still glowing. The light was soft and golden. I moved towards it in a trance and reached out to touch the rippling surface. Suddenly, I was sucked towards the mirror and as my fingers swept across the cool glass, my fingers slipped through the apparently non-solid mirror. I shuddered as I pulled my hand back out. A silver liquid dripped from my fingers. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and launched myself through the mirror just as the clock showed the time as midnight.
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Elizabeth
"It's been a busy day for you mam." The maid spoke cheerfully as she prepared the bed.
"Yes, I expected the Commodore to propose but I wasn't entirely prepared for it." Elizabeth replied thoughtfully.
"I meant you being threatened by that pirate," the maid continued, "but the Commodore proposed- fancy that! That's a smart match miss, if it's not too bold to say."
"Yes, it IS a smart match, the Commodore is a fine man." Elizabeth was still engrossed in thought as she replied.
"And that Will Turner. He's a fine man too…"
Elizabeth cut her off haughtily, "That IS too bold!" The maid turned away quickly.
"Well, begging your pardon miss." Elizabeth watched as her maid left the room and then she picked up her book and began to read. She was awoken by a gentle call, "Elizabeth, ELIZABETH." As she ignored it, it became louder until she could no longer pretend to sleep. "What? Why must you wake me at this hour?" The clock chimed, quarter to midnight. Had she really been sleeping for that long. She climbed back into bed, a began to fondle the medallion which she had removed from her drawer that morning. Why had that… that… pirate been so interested in it?
She arose and paced her room. Flinging open the shutters she gazed longingly over Port Royale. She could just make out the courtyard onto which the blacksmith's shop that Will worked in was. Her maid was right, he WAS a fine man. Closing the window reluctantly, she returned to the task of looking over the medallion. It was Will's. She knew that. Yet somehow it seemed… inappropriate to return it now. A slight noise behind her alarmed her and she spun around. Her mirror seemed to be glowing. She dared not touch and yet it seemed to draw her closer. She peered through the haze of the surface, but was unable to see anything past it. Drawing a breath, she straightened her back and strode towards the mirror, closing her eyes as the clock chimed midnight and she was drawn through the mirror.