//AN: Cheeses. I'm wondering how the rate of my updating will be because
I'm just typing three chapters in one day. From now on Narrator's POV//
Chapter 03:
Serena's breath caught in her throat, trying to gasp without moving her neck. The cold pressed on he flesh and her attacker's eyes bored into hers... looking strangely familiar.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his grip, loosening, when he realized that his prey was a woman. Serena's words choked at her throat. "Answer!" He pushed the blade again.
"Serena... Serena Jansen," she replied quickly. "Please, take what you want. I won't call the police... Just raid the place and leave!"
"Leave? You're the one who brought me here, witch!" Will accused.
"Wait... witch?" she asked bewildered. "I'm not a witch!"
"Liar!" He turned the blade so that point rested beneath her chin. "I see darkness outside. The storm continues to rage yet inside here, it's as bright as if the sun was held captive in this place. Clearly, you hold black magic."
"No, I don't hold any black magic!" Her mind wandered to Ryan. "I wish I did though... Poor Ryan would be castrated by now," she muttered but her thoughts went into a screeching halt when the point pushed again. "Stop that!"
"Why should I?" Will asked, dubiously. "You could be a deceitful woman and ready to attack when I put my guard down. Give me a reason to why I shouldn't slit your throat now."
"I can't..." she whispered in fear. "Just please..." The threat had touched a nerve and a sole tear fell from her eyes. Her mind rationalized the situation and she knew that both sides in this conversation were very confused had no idea what was happening. "This doesn't fit... Just please trust me. I've no power to attack you... Just please don't kill me," she pleaded. Will saw that her eyes were sincere and put down his sword slowly but kept it unsheathed, still ready to defend himself.
"Fine... but one false move will end you," he announced.
"Okay..." Serena slid down the wall in relief. She held on to her throat, praying silently her thanks. She looked up at the man and saw the familiar cloud in his eyes again. "You... you haven't told me your name."
"My name is Will Turner," he answered. Serena looked up at him, confused for a second. She stood up and let out a laugh. "Why do you laugh?"
"Wow... I was scared for a second there..." she chuckled. "Did Jade put you up to this? Man... Brilliant. I know that she knows about my POTC obsession but this is wicked. You look a LOT like Will..." Serena rambled off in her giggles but then saw the genuine lost expression on Will's face. "... and you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Will shook his head. Serena's face drained of colour and she sat on her bed, shocked. "You're REALLY Will Turner, aren't you?"
"Who else would I be?" Will answered.
"Orlando Bloom..." she muttered.
"Who?"
"Nevermind." Will could see that Serena was just as baffled as he was and he sat down next to her on the bed. "You're really him..." Will turned to look at the girl just as she put her hand up to touch his face.
Serena couldn't believe this. THIS was too weird for words. Her hand reached up to feel his skin, just to make sure that the man in front of her was tangible and felt the warmth of his cheek underneath her fingers. She pulled away when her hands felt the stubble and he turned away flushing.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she murmured when she saw his pinkish cheeks. "It's just... this doesn't seem real..."
"WHAT doesn't seem real?! Because I don't know what THIS is!" Will exclaimed. He stood up agitated and looked at the girl for answers.
"First off, I want proper introductions," Serena sighed after a moment of silence. "One without swords against my throat, thanks." Will smirked and put away his weapon. "My name is Serena Jansen."
"And I, William Turner. But please call me Will."
"And you can call me Serena." She smiled at him and took his hand to shake. As she let go, Will let a ghost of a real smile escape his lips.
'She acts as if she were equal to a man,' he thought. 'strange.'
"Now... Will... ummmm..." She thought for a second trying to figure out where to start and let her random rambles out of her mouth. "This is crazy... I don't even know how I'm staying calm. Probably all the fanfiction I've read so now this doesn't seem so crazy and actually a lot more normal than I expected... HA! Fanfics... that might help... and movie background information...."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about yet," Serena smiled. "Okay... location... Will, where were you last that you remembered?" Her smile faltered when she saw a grimace in his features. 'Fine features at that,' she thought. Will remembered why he had his sword in the first place and turned away remembering Elizabeth's last words.
"I... I was in the blacksmith shop... practicing with my sword..." he stammered. Serena was about to ask if he was in Port Royal, but something in her gut told her to keep the little fact that she knew who he was to herself.
"May I ask what city... or town?" she prodded.
"Port Royal... a British port in the Caribbean."
"Umm... Well... we're not exactly there anymore," Serena started.
"What do you mean 'We're not there anymore'," he asked.
"We're... We're in America."
"The Colonies?"
"Ummm try the western seaboard of America."
"I beg your pardon?"
Serena took a second to think and realized she had a map in her case. She took out the heavy atlas and motioned him to sit next to her on the bed again. He followed and she quickly flipped to the page showing a map of the Caribbean pointing out Port Royal, which (slapping her head silently, cursing her tendencies to research movie information and having to be so damn accurate in her fanfics) was circled in red as was Tortuga.
"This is where Port Royal is, Will," she explained. She turned the page so it showed North America. She pointed again to Port Royal and then to Los Angeles. "This is where we are now." Will's face scrunched up again.
"This doesn't make sense," he muttered. Serena realized that she might have given out too much information too fast.
"I know it is! It is for me too!" she replied.
"Then why are you acting as if this was normal activities for you?" he asked, angrily. "You had to have brought me here. Tell me the truth!"
"I am telling you the truth, Will," she murmured. "I am..."
"This... THIS has to be some kind of illusion... The bright light... the strange clothing... This is too much." Will backed out of the room and turning away wandering the apartment to the front door.
"Will! Will, come back!" Serena cried out, running after him. "Stupid stupid Serena... Did you leave the damn door unlocked again last night?" She got to the door and saw it open. "Fuck, I did..." She grabbed a jacket and ran.
//End!! Whoope! Next chapter!! Review ya'll. It's nice to review! And ya'll are nice right?
Chapter 03:
Serena's breath caught in her throat, trying to gasp without moving her neck. The cold pressed on he flesh and her attacker's eyes bored into hers... looking strangely familiar.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his grip, loosening, when he realized that his prey was a woman. Serena's words choked at her throat. "Answer!" He pushed the blade again.
"Serena... Serena Jansen," she replied quickly. "Please, take what you want. I won't call the police... Just raid the place and leave!"
"Leave? You're the one who brought me here, witch!" Will accused.
"Wait... witch?" she asked bewildered. "I'm not a witch!"
"Liar!" He turned the blade so that point rested beneath her chin. "I see darkness outside. The storm continues to rage yet inside here, it's as bright as if the sun was held captive in this place. Clearly, you hold black magic."
"No, I don't hold any black magic!" Her mind wandered to Ryan. "I wish I did though... Poor Ryan would be castrated by now," she muttered but her thoughts went into a screeching halt when the point pushed again. "Stop that!"
"Why should I?" Will asked, dubiously. "You could be a deceitful woman and ready to attack when I put my guard down. Give me a reason to why I shouldn't slit your throat now."
"I can't..." she whispered in fear. "Just please..." The threat had touched a nerve and a sole tear fell from her eyes. Her mind rationalized the situation and she knew that both sides in this conversation were very confused had no idea what was happening. "This doesn't fit... Just please trust me. I've no power to attack you... Just please don't kill me," she pleaded. Will saw that her eyes were sincere and put down his sword slowly but kept it unsheathed, still ready to defend himself.
"Fine... but one false move will end you," he announced.
"Okay..." Serena slid down the wall in relief. She held on to her throat, praying silently her thanks. She looked up at the man and saw the familiar cloud in his eyes again. "You... you haven't told me your name."
"My name is Will Turner," he answered. Serena looked up at him, confused for a second. She stood up and let out a laugh. "Why do you laugh?"
"Wow... I was scared for a second there..." she chuckled. "Did Jade put you up to this? Man... Brilliant. I know that she knows about my POTC obsession but this is wicked. You look a LOT like Will..." Serena rambled off in her giggles but then saw the genuine lost expression on Will's face. "... and you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" Will shook his head. Serena's face drained of colour and she sat on her bed, shocked. "You're REALLY Will Turner, aren't you?"
"Who else would I be?" Will answered.
"Orlando Bloom..." she muttered.
"Who?"
"Nevermind." Will could see that Serena was just as baffled as he was and he sat down next to her on the bed. "You're really him..." Will turned to look at the girl just as she put her hand up to touch his face.
Serena couldn't believe this. THIS was too weird for words. Her hand reached up to feel his skin, just to make sure that the man in front of her was tangible and felt the warmth of his cheek underneath her fingers. She pulled away when her hands felt the stubble and he turned away flushing.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," she murmured when she saw his pinkish cheeks. "It's just... this doesn't seem real..."
"WHAT doesn't seem real?! Because I don't know what THIS is!" Will exclaimed. He stood up agitated and looked at the girl for answers.
"First off, I want proper introductions," Serena sighed after a moment of silence. "One without swords against my throat, thanks." Will smirked and put away his weapon. "My name is Serena Jansen."
"And I, William Turner. But please call me Will."
"And you can call me Serena." She smiled at him and took his hand to shake. As she let go, Will let a ghost of a real smile escape his lips.
'She acts as if she were equal to a man,' he thought. 'strange.'
"Now... Will... ummmm..." She thought for a second trying to figure out where to start and let her random rambles out of her mouth. "This is crazy... I don't even know how I'm staying calm. Probably all the fanfiction I've read so now this doesn't seem so crazy and actually a lot more normal than I expected... HA! Fanfics... that might help... and movie background information...."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about yet," Serena smiled. "Okay... location... Will, where were you last that you remembered?" Her smile faltered when she saw a grimace in his features. 'Fine features at that,' she thought. Will remembered why he had his sword in the first place and turned away remembering Elizabeth's last words.
"I... I was in the blacksmith shop... practicing with my sword..." he stammered. Serena was about to ask if he was in Port Royal, but something in her gut told her to keep the little fact that she knew who he was to herself.
"May I ask what city... or town?" she prodded.
"Port Royal... a British port in the Caribbean."
"Umm... Well... we're not exactly there anymore," Serena started.
"What do you mean 'We're not there anymore'," he asked.
"We're... We're in America."
"The Colonies?"
"Ummm try the western seaboard of America."
"I beg your pardon?"
Serena took a second to think and realized she had a map in her case. She took out the heavy atlas and motioned him to sit next to her on the bed again. He followed and she quickly flipped to the page showing a map of the Caribbean pointing out Port Royal, which (slapping her head silently, cursing her tendencies to research movie information and having to be so damn accurate in her fanfics) was circled in red as was Tortuga.
"This is where Port Royal is, Will," she explained. She turned the page so it showed North America. She pointed again to Port Royal and then to Los Angeles. "This is where we are now." Will's face scrunched up again.
"This doesn't make sense," he muttered. Serena realized that she might have given out too much information too fast.
"I know it is! It is for me too!" she replied.
"Then why are you acting as if this was normal activities for you?" he asked, angrily. "You had to have brought me here. Tell me the truth!"
"I am telling you the truth, Will," she murmured. "I am..."
"This... THIS has to be some kind of illusion... The bright light... the strange clothing... This is too much." Will backed out of the room and turning away wandering the apartment to the front door.
"Will! Will, come back!" Serena cried out, running after him. "Stupid stupid Serena... Did you leave the damn door unlocked again last night?" She got to the door and saw it open. "Fuck, I did..." She grabbed a jacket and ran.
//End!! Whoope! Next chapter!! Review ya'll. It's nice to review! And ya'll are nice right?