Author's Note: I made the sad, that's-something-I-would-do mistake of not putting up a disclaimer in the first chapter. So, um, here:
Disclaimer: I do not own any piratey whatnot, meaning characters, places and all that other good junk. The only things I do own are Samantha, Danielle, Brian, Joey, Captain Edward Ratner, Thomas Rolland and any other character that you don't know or recognize. Oh, and I own this plot, too. That one came from my demented mind as well. So there's your disclaimer all you disclaimer-needy people...
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Chapter 2: Back to the Caribbean
Samantha was in pain. She didn't dare open her eyes.
When she was younger, perhaps thirteen or so, she broke her leg after falling out of a tree in her backyard. The pain was so horrible that she wanted to throw up... or die. Whichever happened to come first. And now her whole body felt like that.
She wanted to smack herself for not wearing her seatbelt, but her hand was in too much pain at the time.
Suddenly she realized she wasn't in the car anymore. She was lying flat somewhere. On the ground, perhaps? She didn't know.
She felt something was skittering up her leg, and with a jolt she opened her eyes, sat up, and then searched for whatever little creepy crawly thing was on her. She patted down her legs with such a scared ferocity that she failed to realize that the pain in her body was disappearing.
When the little creepy crawly thing had stopped... being a little creepy crawly thing and crawling on her, she saw that she was sitting up straight and that now there was only a dull ache in her joints when only five minutes earlier she thought she was going to die. She was confused and even suspicious.
Then came the gasping. Oh yes, the gasping.
She then, for the first time, got a good look at her surroundings, none of which she recognized. She was lying on a beach. The sand was cool beneath her legs. It reminded her of the time when she and her old boyfriend were on the beach and... OK, um, none of that. ...Barely even ten feet away was water. An ocean or sea, maybe? Samantha was too shocked and bewildered to even think straight. It was dark out, though. The moon, which wasn't quite full yet, hovered over this body of water and made a long streak of the waves shine a blinding white.
This was eerily similar to the time when she woke up in... No, no. That can't be right.
She looked behind her and off in the distance, just beyond the wide beach, was a town. The town looked familiar. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. But then again, she wasn't trying to since she didn't believe she was... in the Caribbean... again.
She stood up and brushed her clothes off. "Damn this damn sand!" she mumbled as she tried to get it out of her hair.
"Hopefully someone in town can tell me where I am." she said as she walked towards the small, dimly lit town. She was hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. She knew exactly where she was, she was just too shocked and even scared to admit it.
Poor, poor, poor Danielle. Once again, she wasn't as fortunate as Samantha.
Her body was in pain as well. In fact, it was a whole new world of freakin' pain since she never had felt anything like this before.
Just like Samantha, Danielle could feel herself lying down. But where she was, was soft and warm, unlike the sand. It felt like a bed or perhaps a cot. While trying to ignore the immense pain shooting through her body, she thought of gum drops and licorice, and unicorns and rainbows, and anything else that would take her off to 'happy land' and away from her excruciating pain.
It took several more minutes before she realized that the pain was slowly going away. It was a strange feeling, like she was slipping out of her body or something crazy like that. But only Danielle would think it's something like that. But perhaps this time she wasn't far off...
She slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see the white ceiling of a hospital, but instead all she saw was the dark wooden ceiling of...something that was not a hospital. Not to mention she felt like she was, along with the entire room she was in, rocking, like she was in a ship of some kind.
She cringed for a moment. She had a good feeling of where she was, and if she was right, then... damn that sucks.
She sat up for a moment and saw that she actually was lying down on a cot, a rather small and dirty one, really. But that was the least of her worries. She then looked around the small room she was in. It was completely made out of wood, a rather dark wood. There was a dresser in the far corner of the room (which was only about seven or eight feet away, that's how small the room was) and then just beyond the front of the bed, just beyond the pillow was a bedstand with a candle on it, and it was lit. It was dark out side as well. There was a small round window just before the edge of the cot and Danielle had to kneel to look through it, but what she saw made her gasp.
Yes, the gasping. The feminine gasping.
The was nothing but water beyond her. The moon was out, not quite full though. And it danced across the water. She was on a ship... how unexpected.
"Aw crap."
Samantha stood there at the edge of town with the most hilarious and amusing..... yet bewildered and I'm-in-denial look on her face.
There were large wooden buildings all around her. There were people everywhere, too, most of them drunk.
The men were dressed in old-fashioned clothes, just like the time when she was in Port--NO!! NO!! Not happening!! Not again!!
The women were, too, except they looked a little... skanky.
The people were fighting in the streets and even on roof tops. Samantha assumed that there were even more people fighting in the buildings, which was pretty true. Others were standing around talking to other people, most of them were the men talking to the semi-skanky women. But they were all drinking. All of them. There were only a few who didn't have beers in their hands, and those were the ones who were passed out.... but they had their beers beside them, so they don't count.
She knew where she was. She knew exactly where she was. She ain't in Port Royal, that's for sure. She just didn't want to admit to it.
Samantha walked through the town very cautiously. Although, there really wasn't much to be cautious about, since everyone was enjoying themselves... and their beer.
Not very many people paid attention to Samantha and her out-of-date, strange clothing. So she quickly made her way into a bar. Inside the bar were a lot of tables and most of the people inside were filling the seats. Waitresses were running to and from the bar, getting drinks for the dirty old men.
Too bad she didn't see that one guy near by... But that's not the point.
She walked up to the bar owner. He looked down at her as he was cleaning a beer mug.
"Whaddaya want, lass?" he questioned while looking at her clothes.
"Where am I?" Samantha questioned slowly, afraid of sounding as crazy as she thought she was.
"Ya mean what bar are ya in?" he said, a bit confused as he put down the mug.
"No, I mean what general area is this?" she said. But then she knew just how to put it, but then she would be admitting to herself the one thing she was in denial over. "What island am I on?"
"Why, Tortuga, lass."
"Not. Good."
Danielle wanted to know exactly where she was. For all she knew, she could be reliving that whole on-the-Black-Pearl-with-Barbossa episode.
She got off of the cot and slowly walked to the door, which was at the other side of the room. She opened the door just enough to stick her head out. She looked up and then down the hallway, which was empty. There was nothing but silence and the gentle rocking of the ship.
Perhaps she was on an abandoned ship?
She slowly opened the door even more until finally she was able to get her whole body out the door. She closed the door quietly and walked off to the left, where a set of stairs were that led up to the main deck.
She practically tip-toed up the steps until she almost got to the top. Then she heard yelling. Some man was yelling orders to some other men on the deck.
"No, no, no, no, no!" she quickly whispered as she turned around.
But someone was right in front of her. A man, to be exact. He had shaggy, scruffy brown hair and light green eyes accompanied by a wicked smirk. He was wearing brown pants and a white, billowing, long-sleeve shirt with a brown small vest. He was perhaps in his late twenties. He was handsome... in his own dirty way. He wasn't the cleanest, ya know.
Danielle gulped loudly. "Heh. Hi there."
"I see you're finally up, lass. I'm sure the cap'n would love to know this." the man said as he grabbed Danielle's arm and brought her up the rest of the stairs.
"Captain!" the man called. "Captain Ratner!"
A rather tall man with a rather big hat suddenly stepped in front of the two. "What is it Rol--Ah, looky what we have here. You're up now, eh?" the man, presumably Captain Ratner, said.
"Obviously." Danielle mumbled.
"Quite a mouth ya got there, lass." the first man said as his grasp around Danielle's arm tightened. "Per'aps ya better have some respect for Captain Ratner and SHUT IT."
"Yes, yes, of course. I'm sorry, I just--yeah, sorry." Danielle said quickly, trying to get out of the man's grasp.
"Leave 'er here, Rolland. She and I need to speak alone." the Captain said quietly as he glared at Danielle. The captain was wearing clothes similar to what Basbossa had been wearing all that time ago. A sheathed sword dangled at his side and he was wearing a big hat. No, really. It was BIG. And black, too. It was like Barbossa's... but bigger and black. And not so torn up. He was older looking. Maybe late forties to early fifties. He had a thin face with wrinkles and creases every which way. And the hair that peaked out from under his hat was black with strands of gray running through it.
"Aye, Captain." Rolland said before letting go of Danielle's arm and walking away. He then began to give orders to the crew, the orders that the captain had beeng giving.
"Mr... Sir... uh, Captain Ratner, Sir. Where am I?" Danielle asked sheepishly
"Why, lass, you're on the Dark Knight." the captain said as he leaned towards Danielle and then laughed evily.
"And this is, like, a ship or something?"
"What does it look like?"
"And is it in the, um... Caribbean?"
"Yeah, lass, now shut up."
Author's Note: I got the whole 'Dark Knight' thing from batman. Wooo batman! Just letting you know for future reference, Rolland is a very important character in my story and the Dark Knight is a very important ship.
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