Chapter 3 Got to get Away
By ~queenofdespair216
Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots.( However Kira Ryan and the general plot is my own.
(A/N: This is all set when Jack is till captain of the Black Pearl and with his original crew. ~ -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- Two Years Have Passed ~ -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
Two years passed, Kira continued to work at The Black Raven, and gradually had learned how serious her situation was. Stuck in the 1770's, she had no recollection of how she had gotten there or how to get back. She often had nightmares of blue flashing lights and the world spinning upside down, but other than that her time hop tended to elude her.
She had learned a lot in the past two years and had really grown to love the Caribbean. The white sandy beaches and endless blue skies welcomed her each morning. Not matter what a day she had, she could always feel happy just looking out on the sea or watching the sun set steadily to the west. Every time she looked in the mirror it was hard to believe that it was really she. Her brown hair was all ways thrown up in a braid or in a ponytail. She could go to work looking like she had just walked out of hell and no one seemed to mind. She lived for her days off when she could sneak off and practice her sword fighting and dagger throwing. Mary, whom had become like a mother to her, had shown her quite a lot and she practiced every time she could. She was actually quite good, she only wished she had some place to use her newfound talent.
As the days grew she gradually started to wish for adventure outside the headache that was Tortuga. She wanted out of the all night boozing and days spent indoors sleeping it off. Don't get me wrong she loved Tortuga, but only in small chunks. She was getting tired of dealing with every drunk ass that was stupid enough to try her patience or worse to mistake her for a lowly whore. She wanted the adventures, like many she heard late at night while waiting on the many tables. If she didn't get out soon, she was afraid she never would.
One night after a drunken brawl, having to teach a couple guys a lesson, for messing with her and having the rum run out, she decided she had had enough. What was the point of working in a bar if all you did was get hit on, have to break up stupid fights, and can't even drink some rum after it all? (She loved rum.) So that night after she had closed up she went to Mary and told her that she was leaving. Mary of course didn't understand and urged her to stay, but she would have not of it. She went up to her room, and packed all her belongings; her sword, her daggers in their small little box, a revolver just in case, some dresses, a couple pair of britches, some shirts, and all the money she had accumulated during her 2 year stay at the Tavern and she was on her way. There was no looking back, no regret in her decision.
She had no clue where she was going, she just walked, and walked, and some how found herself on the docks. She sat and thought and pondered a while and then decided what she must do. She would join up with one of the pirate's ships. Yes! She would sail the seven seas looking for buried treasure and have adventures around every bend. Now that was more like it, she thought excitedly. She hurried along the docks asking each captain for a place among there crew. Most laughed heartily in her face, they had no room on their ships for a man nevertheless a woman. She glared at each and of course proclaimed what sexist annoyances to society they were they were.
Finally she came to the last ship, it was all black, down to the very last sail. "This is it," she said to no one in particular. "After this it's straight back to the Black Raven." She started up the makeshift gangplank but stopped nearly a step onto it. O gods, there is no way they will let me on, this ship looks even more doom and gloom then all the rest. Her minded raced, what was she to-do, she couldn't go back to that tavern, she wouldn't. As her mind raced, her eyes carelessly rested on some barrels that we're being loaded one by one on the dreary ship. A light went of in her brain. That's it! I'll sneak on board in side a barrel, that way they can't turn me down. I'll have food until they find me, and the worst that can happen is they'll make me walk the plank or something ridiculous like that. She quickly formed her plan, and unloaded one of the large ones, removing apples and such. Pirates don't need apples anyways. She thought as she dumped them into the water. She quickly jumped in the barrel and covered the top. It was very cramped and she couldn't tell a thing of what was going out side. Thank god I'm wearing pants, or this might be uncomfortable, she thought as she drifted off to sleep..
PLEASE REVIEW!! (Don't worry Jack'll be in the next chapter cross my heart hope to die.) Thanks all u guys that did review!! You all rock my socks!!
Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots.( However Kira Ryan and the general plot is my own.
(A/N: This is all set when Jack is till captain of the Black Pearl and with his original crew. ~ -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- Two Years Have Passed ~ -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
Two years passed, Kira continued to work at The Black Raven, and gradually had learned how serious her situation was. Stuck in the 1770's, she had no recollection of how she had gotten there or how to get back. She often had nightmares of blue flashing lights and the world spinning upside down, but other than that her time hop tended to elude her.
She had learned a lot in the past two years and had really grown to love the Caribbean. The white sandy beaches and endless blue skies welcomed her each morning. Not matter what a day she had, she could always feel happy just looking out on the sea or watching the sun set steadily to the west. Every time she looked in the mirror it was hard to believe that it was really she. Her brown hair was all ways thrown up in a braid or in a ponytail. She could go to work looking like she had just walked out of hell and no one seemed to mind. She lived for her days off when she could sneak off and practice her sword fighting and dagger throwing. Mary, whom had become like a mother to her, had shown her quite a lot and she practiced every time she could. She was actually quite good, she only wished she had some place to use her newfound talent.
As the days grew she gradually started to wish for adventure outside the headache that was Tortuga. She wanted out of the all night boozing and days spent indoors sleeping it off. Don't get me wrong she loved Tortuga, but only in small chunks. She was getting tired of dealing with every drunk ass that was stupid enough to try her patience or worse to mistake her for a lowly whore. She wanted the adventures, like many she heard late at night while waiting on the many tables. If she didn't get out soon, she was afraid she never would.
One night after a drunken brawl, having to teach a couple guys a lesson, for messing with her and having the rum run out, she decided she had had enough. What was the point of working in a bar if all you did was get hit on, have to break up stupid fights, and can't even drink some rum after it all? (She loved rum.) So that night after she had closed up she went to Mary and told her that she was leaving. Mary of course didn't understand and urged her to stay, but she would have not of it. She went up to her room, and packed all her belongings; her sword, her daggers in their small little box, a revolver just in case, some dresses, a couple pair of britches, some shirts, and all the money she had accumulated during her 2 year stay at the Tavern and she was on her way. There was no looking back, no regret in her decision.
She had no clue where she was going, she just walked, and walked, and some how found herself on the docks. She sat and thought and pondered a while and then decided what she must do. She would join up with one of the pirate's ships. Yes! She would sail the seven seas looking for buried treasure and have adventures around every bend. Now that was more like it, she thought excitedly. She hurried along the docks asking each captain for a place among there crew. Most laughed heartily in her face, they had no room on their ships for a man nevertheless a woman. She glared at each and of course proclaimed what sexist annoyances to society they were they were.
Finally she came to the last ship, it was all black, down to the very last sail. "This is it," she said to no one in particular. "After this it's straight back to the Black Raven." She started up the makeshift gangplank but stopped nearly a step onto it. O gods, there is no way they will let me on, this ship looks even more doom and gloom then all the rest. Her minded raced, what was she to-do, she couldn't go back to that tavern, she wouldn't. As her mind raced, her eyes carelessly rested on some barrels that we're being loaded one by one on the dreary ship. A light went of in her brain. That's it! I'll sneak on board in side a barrel, that way they can't turn me down. I'll have food until they find me, and the worst that can happen is they'll make me walk the plank or something ridiculous like that. She quickly formed her plan, and unloaded one of the large ones, removing apples and such. Pirates don't need apples anyways. She thought as she dumped them into the water. She quickly jumped in the barrel and covered the top. It was very cramped and she couldn't tell a thing of what was going out side. Thank god I'm wearing pants, or this might be uncomfortable, she thought as she drifted off to sleep..
PLEASE REVIEW!! (Don't worry Jack'll be in the next chapter cross my heart hope to die.) Thanks all u guys that did review!! You all rock my socks!!