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ESCAPE FROM REALITY

CHAPTER 1: What One Good Deed Can Do

"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith," I heard the harbormaster say to none other than the infamous Captain...Jack...Sparrow.

"Ouch," I muttered, rubbing my temples and surveying my new environment. I was underneath the main dock, for I could see the cabin-type-things of many types of ships. Oh, c'mon, you expect me to listen to what my teachers say? How hard did I bump my head? I thought as I regained balance and bolted behind a pole. Who knows what I could screw up in the timeline if I exposed herself…why are you looking at me funny? I think about stuff like that! But not about what teachers tell me…will you stop looking at me funny!

So anyway, Jack was now down at the deck that I was on and speaking with the two soldiers Murtogg and Mullroy who were guarding a ship, the Interceptor. Jack's forehead was covered by a crimson bandanna and the beads in his hair clicked as he walked drunkly towards The Interceptor. His eyes were strangely out of focus and his skinny, tan body was clothed in a loose, cream-colored shirt and hazel pants. His effects were strewn across a belt on his hips and something clacked in his pocket. It sounded like what they were saying was taken straight from—

"Ah, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough, but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed," Murtogg said matter-of-factly, but Jack rebutted with, "I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable…the Black Pearl."

"That's from the movie," I said as I took a couple minutes to organize my thoughts, still slightly dazed. It wasn't everyday that you got to go into your favorite movie! I heard the solders arguing about whether the Black Pearl existed. I peeked from behind my hiding spot to see Jack slinking behind the guards. They noticed in a minute or so and yelled at him to get off, but because he's Jack Sparrow, he weasled out of trouble with Elven grace.

Something caught my eye from above, the body of a young woman falling to the ocean. I recognized it as Elizabeth's. So Norrington had proposed to her. Jack noticed Elizabeth too and jumped in after some more quick banter with the soldiers.

I gasped as I felt a small ripple tingle at my feet. I could hide no longer. I jumped out from behind the pole and helped Jack and Elizabeth who was wearing only undergarments out from the Caribbean water. Jack looked at me strangely when I started trying to open her airway.

"What? I'm trained in first-aid!" I replied to his odd look. I learned how to do first aid in Girl Scouts, but I didn't feel like going into that.

"Move over, love!" Jack said quickly, realizing the problem. He took out his knife and sliced the pink girdle open, then threw it to the side. Murtogg caught it and just looked on. Soon enough, I would find out why.

"Never would have thought of that," Mullroy said, clearly amazed. Jacked opened his mouth to speak, but I got there before him.

"Clearly, you've never been to Singapore," I said with a fake English accent I had gained with my obsessive nature of watching Harry Potter over and over again. Jack looked at me like a fish out of water for about five seconds and Elizabeth started to regurgitate water. It smelled horrible, like salt and acid.

"Where did you get that?" Jack asked her wearily. He was holding a golden medallion on her chain. The next thing I knew, I was on my feet with a gun pointing at my neck.

"I didn't do it," I automatically replied. You can sure tell what I do at home, can't you?

"Elizabeth!" an old man with a long, powered wig said to the girl. "Norrington, shoot them!" he said to another man with a short, powered wig on. I guess the length of the wig represented rank, age, or both. I would have laughed if I wasn't afraid for my life, so I just muttered a small, "Eep."

"Father, so you really intend to kill my rescuers?" Elizabeth asked as her father covered her up with his coat. Norrington's expression changed from grumpy to sly.

"Then, I believe a thanks is in order," he said and held out his hand. I was too busy building up my courage to plead my case to stop him. Jack took it cautiously and shook it. Norrington pulled up Jack's sleeve to reveal a 'P' engraved upon his arm. "Have a little brush with the East Indies, did we, pirate?"

"Hang him!" the first man commanded.

"Keep your guns on them, men," Norrington told the armed men.

Them…why them? I thought.

"Gillette, fetch some irons. Two pairs."

"Hey! I haven't bothered anyone here!"

"Well, your company proves different. And your attire."

I looked down and had to agree with him. I was wearing a pair of baggy, olive, cargo pants and a light beige shirt that tied at the top. That might be okay to wear today, but 250 years ago, it was not so much.

"Yes, but haven't I also saved the governor's daughter?" I gestured to Elizabeth, who was being covered by her father's jacket. "Shouldn't that cancel the other stuff out or something?"

Norrington raised his eyebrow at me. I realized that I needed to make my speech more British and less American. "One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness."

"Though it seems enough to condemn him," Jack added as a pair of irons was being put on him.

"Commodore, these people saved my life! I really must insist that you let them go," Elizabeth said. Just as Gillette was slipping on my handcuffs, Jack wrapped his across Elizabeth's throat. I felt a small surge of jealousy, but surpressed it.

"Don't shoot!" the governor yelled quite panicky.

"I knew you'd warm up to me," Jack replied. "Commodore Norrington, my effects, please, and my hat." The Commodore handed him his effects nervously. "Elizabeth. It is Elizabeth, isn't it?"

"It's Miss Swann," Elizabeth said coolly and crossly.

"Yes, Miss Swann, if you could be so kind." Jack smiled charmingly as Elizabeth put one Jack's effects and hat. It made me want to be Elizabeth even more. Since everyone was so busy with Jack, I scurried away into the city.

Now, how to get out of these things, I thought, looking at my wrists, which were adored with silver bracelets. These ones, however, I wanted off…now. I looked to my side to see a blacksmith's shop. "How convenient," I muttered and raced in and saw the head smith sleeping, but unfortunately I didn't notice the blacksmith's apprentice in the corner.

While I was trying to find a way to get my cuffs off without attracting any attention or hurting the donkey, he grabbed a sword and quietly and smoothly approached behind me.

"Who are you, pirate?" he said, pointing a sword into my back. I laughed nervously as I turned around to find a blade ready to slit my throat. His eyes were a piercing brown, as was his slightly curly hair. His hands were callused and worn, but his face was young. I gasped and remembered a phrase I had read in a story that fit my situation.

"Glorious hotness. Orlando Bloom?"

"What?"

I shook my head. No, he's Will, I told myself. I raised my hands to my chin in a sign of peace. "Nothing. I am no pirate. I can't use a sword. Please don't harm me. My name is Natalie and I really need your help. I did nothing to deserve these irons around my wrists. Please, please help me. I don't even know how I got here."

"I don't pity pirates, Natalie."

"I'm not a pirate! Please, just get these off my wrists." He had no time to retort for we were interrupted, however, with none other than Jack Sparrow crashing through the door.

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