One more POV to go, then the chapters get longer and more exciting.
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Chapter 4 (Robin) I could hear a light sea breeze. The hotel bed was so soft, it felt like sand. I opened my eyes and realized it was sand! I was laying on a sandy beach. I noticed Ella not to far away from me, still sleeping. I shook her harshly. "Ella! Wake UP!" Ella mumbled something. "ELLA!" She turned over. "What is it?" She looked around. "Where are we? Are we on a beach?" I was about to answer, but stopped, hearing a noise behind us. "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." said Ella, looking what was behind us. Knowing Pirates of the Caribbean so well, I could tell where we were. "Definitely not in Kansas," I added. "I think Port Royal...in Jack's time..." "You and Pirates of the Caribbean". There is no way we are in the Eighteenth-century." Ella picked herself up. We walked over to the town. As we looked, it seemed to keep to one conclusion, we were in the eighteenth century. I felt someone touch my shoulder. "Are ye lasses lost?" That accent was very familiar. I turned around. I stood face-to-face with Jack Sparrow.
Chapter 4 (Robin) I could hear a light sea breeze. The hotel bed was so soft, it felt like sand. I opened my eyes and realized it was sand! I was laying on a sandy beach. I noticed Ella not to far away from me, still sleeping. I shook her harshly. "Ella! Wake UP!" Ella mumbled something. "ELLA!" She turned over. "What is it?" She looked around. "Where are we? Are we on a beach?" I was about to answer, but stopped, hearing a noise behind us. "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." said Ella, looking what was behind us. Knowing Pirates of the Caribbean so well, I could tell where we were. "Definitely not in Kansas," I added. "I think Port Royal...in Jack's time..." "You and Pirates of the Caribbean". There is no way we are in the Eighteenth-century." Ella picked herself up. We walked over to the town. As we looked, it seemed to keep to one conclusion, we were in the eighteenth century. I felt someone touch my shoulder. "Are ye lasses lost?" That accent was very familiar. I turned around. I stood face-to-face with Jack Sparrow.