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Frollo: The world is cruel

The world is wicked

Its I alone whom you

Can trust in this whole city

I am your only friend

I who keep you

Teach you, feed you, dress you

I who look upon you without fear

-Out There, The Hunchback of Notre Dame

By the way, sorry if the first chapter was kinda confusing. Be nice. This is my first fanfic. If you have any suggestions, email me at hippyhippolala@aol.com please :]

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Torrance had reached the dock and she was standing around looking around for someone to ask about ships to England when she heard an all too familiar voice. Shrugging off all doubts as to whether she should meet the infamous captain, Torrance strided over to the sub dock, where the Interceptor was parked, if her memory served her well. Thank God for her annoying step sister who was obsessed with Orlando Bloom and so had demanded Torrance to watch it with her for a record breaking 33 times. Torrance reached the sub dock and saw the Interceptor with Jack Sparrow sitting in it with the two guards and talking. Good, Torrance thought. They had passed the whole ¡°If he was telling the truth, why would he tell us¡± part. That part, though interesting, had been seen by this slayer too many times.

She scanned the huge cliff adjacent to the cliff and saw Elizabeth with the Commodore. It was probably about time for her to faint and fall, Torrance thought. And as soon as that thought had crossed her mind, she saw Elizabeth drop and then a splash. Ooh, I must be psychic, Torrance thought gleefully. Or I must have this movie cemented in my head, as the wind started blowing and waves formed around the spot where Elizabeth had dropped. In a couple of hours, the pirates would appear and the whole enchilada.

Torrance viewed as Sparrow dived into the water to rescue Elizabeth. Torrance stepped back. She had to think about the whole situation. Although she knew that she had to get home soon, she wanted to have some fun. Maybe she could stay with Sparrow and Turner for a while and hitch a ride to the Mother Country later. The movie was set in the time span of about two weeks and she could afford to stay here for that time. With her mind set, Torrance turned back to the scene. Sparrow had just arrived on the dock with Swann and the soldiers were a couple of meters off with the Governor and Commodore in tow. This scene. Torrance decided that there was no real action here and decided to walk back to the blacksmith¡¯s shop. That was where all the swords and fencing and stuff were and soon where Sparrow and Turner would be. She wanted to get a good seat of the battle that would take place in say about 20 minutes. Torrance checked her watch. It was 3:41. Torrance grinned and started her walk to the blacksmith¡¯s shop.

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Torrance had reached the shop and she had secured herself a place in one of the corners, nestled comfortably near the back door. As she waited, Torrance thought about her situation. How did I get here, she wondered, but she was unable to think of any good theories that would explain why she was here. She knew that the Watchers council knew people who could cast spells that would help her get back to her time but how had she gotten here? She replayed the scene of her fighting the pirate in her head. To the best of her knowledge, nobody else had been there in the woods save for the her and the pirate. Torrance sighed. She would have to wait for answers and patience was not one of her best aspects. Just when she was contemplating taking out her biology book and actually studying since she had a lot of time on her hands, the back door flew open and Sparrow walked into the room. Finally, Torrance thought and tried to keep herself totally quiet.

Sparrow had walked over to the middle of the room and suddenly, she remembered that in a couple of seconds, he was going to start looking around for something to break the chains on his wrists and it was likely that her hiding place would be compromised. She didn¡¯t plan to reveal herself until a couple of hours later, so she hid her bag near a couple of bags of oatmeal, supposedly for the horse, and jumped silently. Her hands brushed the rafters and she grabbed on, and then swung herself up, onto the beam. Torrance crouched down and smiled. Things looked so much better when she was on top.

She watched as he finally broke the chains, and the front door started to open. Sparrow disappeared to fast for her eyes to keep up with. Darn! Torrance cursed inwardly. She had always wanted to find out where he had hidden in the movie. Torrance shifted her hands for better balance but managed only to shift a couple of dust bunnies. The beam was too narrow for her to balance on conveniently. Suddenly, she felt a couple of evil dust bunnies crawl up her nose. NO! she screamed inwardly. Turner and Sparrow were conferring and Torrance could only hold it in for a couple more seconds. Her hand flew up to her nose but...

Sparrow and Turner were in the middle of the room swords drawn when her sneeze escaped and simultaneously, they looked up and found her. They looked at her in dumbfound amazement, as if they had never seen a 14 year old half Chinese, half Caucasian girl with streaked blue hair sitting on the rafter grinning sheepishly. Torrance sighed and swung her legs over the rafter and jumped down.

¡°Who are you, luv?¡± Sparrow asked at the same time that Turner stated ¡°You¡¯re that girl.¡±

¡°Oh yeah, sorry about that. I was waiting for the blacksmith when HE,¡± Torrance pointing to Sparrow ¡°barged in and so I got scared and I jumped onto the rafters.¡± Torrance admitted to herself that that was the worst lie that she had ever made up but still smiled half heartedly hoping that they were gullible or just plain stupid. And maybe if she refereed the fight, she could spare them a whole lot of dialogue about eunuchs and Elizabeth. She had always found Turner¡¯s obsession with her a bit too, well, obsessive.

As she turned back to the situation, she realized that they had both nodded which she took as a sign that they believed her. ¡°Girl, could you kindly return at a later time. Me and the blacksmith have something we have to settle,¡± Jack finally said.

¡°Oh its okay, I¡¯ll just watch from here. Cheerio then,¡± Torrance said smiling as she walked to where the donkey was a took a seat. Will and Jack stared at her like she was insane. Which she probably was, but who really cared? Torrance gazed attentively as Turner and Sparrow duked it out. She had yet to learn how to fence competently, but she could still decapitate demons with a sword. That part was easy.

Jack and Will had reached the rafters by now and were fencing expertly above head. Torrance craned her neck to watch as a pirate and a half pirate jumped from rafter to rafter like rabbits and swung their swords at each other, Jack jumped down and Will followed with an impressive backflip. Then they were near the door and Jack was saying, ¡°This shot was not meant for you.¡± Will stubbornly shook his head and Jack grabbed the bag of powder and opened it on Will¡¯s face. They exchanged a couple of words but Torrance wasn¡¯t focusing on them. Instead, she watched fascinated as Mr. Brown woke up and blearily looked around the room. He saw the Jack and Turner and he started to amble toward Jack with his bottle and then proceeded to hit him on the head with it. Jack rolled his eyes and fell to the ground unconscious just when the door burst open and the Commodore and his team of soldiers walked in. Convenient, Torrance thought as the soldiers picked up Sparrow and dragged him to jail. The Commodore congratulated Mr. Brown and left. Mr. Brown ambled over back to the chair and fell asleep immediately. Torrance snorted and stood up.

Will had started to clean up the mess. ¡°My name is William Turner. I¡¯m the apprentice blacksmith. Who are you?¡± he asked as he bent to pick up a dropped sword. He was blunt Torrance thought, but then, she had to Torrance thought quickly. Should she tell him her real name? Finally, after a couple of seconds of thought, she replied,¡± Torrance Xhiang,¡± using a city in China as her last name. Just in case. She stooped to pick up another sword and asked, ¡°Need any help?¡±

¡°I think I got it,¡± he said as he struggled to right the platform that he and Sparrow had used as a catapult to jump to the rafters. She snorted and picked up the platform easily and held it up as he replaced the wheel in the middle of the platform. ¡°So, where are you from? And how old are you? And where are your parents?¡± Will inquired. Nosy, she thought. Really nosy. Oh well.

Torrance started fabricating a story, hoping that it sounded authentic. After a moment of thought, she answered, ¡°I came from New Orleans. I¡¯m looking for a ship to take me to England. I¡¯m fourteen. My parents are dead,¡± Torrance said, pretending to be sad. ¡°They died and I have a aunt in England and she¡¯s supposed to take me in.¡± Torrance hoped that she could lie as well as she thought. She was taking on a whole new identity and she wanted her story to be foolproof.

¡°My condolences. You¡¯re welcome to stay here until you can find a ship to take you to England,¡± Will generously offered. Wow, he¡¯s gullible, Torrance thought, then immediately felt guilty. Maybe he wasn¡¯t as stupid she thought he was. ¡°Thanks for the offer,¡± Torrance said, when an idea struck her. If her unofficial Watcher/trainer wouldn¡¯t teach her how to swing a sword, why wouldn¡¯t Turner? ¡°And by the way...what was that thing you did with the sword?¡± Torrance asked.

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About six hours later, Torrance was dripping with sweat. Her arms were sore beyond belief and she felt like she had lost at least 50 pounds through sweat and she knew that she looked like a monster, with sweat dripping down her red face and her usually neat ponytail out of place, but Turner looked like he had barely lifted the sword. ¡°Now, careful not to swing the sword inward. Step forward. Good. Swing from the side,¡± Turner instructed. He seemed distracted though. Often, he would just stop and stare into space. Goody, Torrance thought sarcastically as she followed his instructions, though messing up on the not swinging inward part and nearly cutting her stomach open. Turner hadn¡¯t noticed. No duh. Torrance doubted he¡¯d have noticed if a couple of elephants walked in and started doing the waltz. He was thinking about Elizabeth, poor dude. She had him wrapped around his pinky finger.

Torrance checked her watch. It was 10:12. The attack on Port Royal should start in about 30 minutes. Thank God, Torrance thought. It was about time for some real fun. She dropped her sword and said,¡± I yield. Can I have a break now?¡± Turner seemingly came out of his daze with an expression similar to that of a one who had just been hit by a baseball bat. ¡°Uhh, sure,¡± he replied, and then went back to staring at the fire in the furnace. Whatever, Torrance thought. She pulled out her bag from its hiding place and pulled out her CD player and put on the headphones, then after a moment of hesitation her biology book. Torrance had a couple weeks vacation. Why not use it to bring up her current C in biology. Torrance started reading and soon lost count of time.

Out at the harbor of Port Royal, Barbossa stood on the deck of the Black Pearl. He smiled at the plunder, ready for the taking and the ultimate treasure of all...the final piece of Aztec gold. Freedom. Barbossa turned to his first mate and ordered, ¡°Commence with the attack. And hurry. I want to get back to the Isle before the end of this week.¡±

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