Slightly Out of Place- Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Now, we don't own Pirates of the Caribbean ((much as we'd like too)). Duh! However we do own our original characters ((Stacey – Stacey Lofton, Ghost – Ayashe)) and Aliana belongs to Aliana Lebeau. Happy reading!
A/N: Okay, so the reason for all this lateness is that Karina A.K.A. Stacey Lofton wrote this chapter. Which means this chapter ((and the notebook it was in)) were prone to getting lost. Which happened. Karina has still not found her beloved red notebook, but just rewrote the chapter instead.
And she thinks it's better too! :D
Waves rocked a sturdy boat out at sea. It's colorful British flags waved in the wind. A little girl is singing quietly at the prow, looking out to sea. A floating parasol in the water. Then a boy! A darling boy, drifting on a piece of wood. As he was hoisted aboard, they passed a large and flaming ship. Only the little girl saw an even larger ship with tattered black sails gliding away from the wreckage. She squinted her eyes to see it sailing away and then she…
Woke up. Aliana sat up in her bed and pondered about the dream she'd had admist a fitful sleep. Not quite like a dream, in fact. More like memories. Incredibly vivid memories. Memories that were most definitely not hers. For one thing, she'd never been near any sort of water that wasn't a river, bayou, or pool. And another, she'd never seen a burning ship.
Then she finally realized her surroundings. She was dressed in a very lacy nightgown and sitting in a very lacy bed. Out side of her lacy, white bed there was a white dresser, a mirror, and some other miscellaneous furniture and paintings.
This was definitely not her room.
She got up out of bed and began looking around, examining the contents of the room. In several desk drawers she found a bible, another mirror, and several other things of no particular interest. Upon opening one drawer, however, she heard a sort of thump and the drawer stuck. She tried again, pulling a little harder, and it came. The false bottom in the drawer had come up a little. She pulled the rest of it out and examined the item under it.
It was a gold medallion. It looked to be from some old, barbaric civilization. It had an especially frightening skull in the middle of it. It was attached to a chain and she fancied it so she put it on like a necklace and turned to look in the mirror. She gasped.
The medallion! It hit her. This was exactly like the medallion from that movie Stacey and Ghost had shown her, Pirates of the Caribbean. Then something else hit her. Something much, much bigger.
This was it. This was Pirates of the Caribbean. The room, the clothes, the medallion. It all fit. But what scared her the most when she looked in the mirror was that she looked exactly like Elizabeth Swann.
And then she fainted.
Back on the Beach…
"Kansas?!" Ghost bellowed. "Why the devil would we be in bloody Kansas?!!"
Stacey put a hand on Ghost's shoulder. "Calm down. It's just an expression. Once again, calm down."
Ghost sighed and gave Stacey a very worried look. "So, genius, where are we?" Stacey shrugged her shoulders. "Hey," Ghost grabbed Stacey's arm and pointed at a man a little ways down the beach. "Why don't we ask him?"
Stacey looked where Ghost pointed. She saw a man who did indeed look native, or at least like he knew his way around. Ghost ran in his direction, more or less dragging Stacey along with her.
"Hey!" Ghost shouted before he could go any further. "Hey, you!" She gasped as he turned around. He looked just like…
"Will Turner!" Stacey burst out. The man looked at her strangely. Stacey began to laugh. "Dude, I'm sorry, you just look so completely like Will Turner from Pirates of the Caribbean! Hey, are you related to Orlando Bloom or something?"
The man looked at them even more strangely. "Release the girl, pirate," he commanded, "and tell me how you know my name."
Stacey and Ghost looked at each other. It was clear he thought Stacey the pirate. Her attire and very visible sword and pistol certainly didn't help her case. But as they followed his train of thought, something else clicked. "…tell me how you know my name…" he'd said. Dude thought he was Will Turner.
Stacey and Ghost both thought he was demented. "Uh, I do believe you misinterpret our intentions," Stacey began in her most eloquent language while taking a few steps away from Ghost. "We aren't really from around here. If you could kindly tell us where we are, we'd be ever so thankful." Stacey smiled a little pleadingly.
He eyed them, more specifically Stacey, suspiciously. "You are in Port Royal, a colony of the British Crown," he replied.
Stacey closed her eyes and swallowed hard. It all fitted too perfectly. He wasn't lying, couldn't be. She looked nervously at Ghost, who seemed to be going through the same thought process. He was who he said he was, this was Port Royal, and somehow, they had ended up, not in a hardcore training session, but smack dab in the middle of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Boy was Stacey ever gonna hand it to Forge for makin' that crazy machine.
A/N: So! Hope you are now very interested in the misc. things Aliana, Ghost, and Stacey will get themselves into during the course of this story. CC is of course welcome and all flames will be used to help burn Hilary Duff CDs. Next chappie: umm…ask Ayashe!! Bye! ::waves::