1Pirates of the Caribbean;

Love Is not A Victory March

Chapter One-Finding Out Who We Are

It was a bright June day at the small, but lavish town of Port Royal, located on the island of Jamaica. Everyone was going about their business as usual. The merchants carried carts of the boats loaded with spices, rum, silks, wood, dresses, gems-just about anything anyone could hope to have. The shop keepers waved to passerby's getting their attention to come look at their shops. Young ladies walked around the town, or sat at cafes, gently talking to one another about whom was seeing whom and things to the like.

As I gazed down at this town from more than a hundred feet in the air, I felt something stir inside of me. Something good was going to happen today, a new adventure. I looked up above me and saw the golden portal close. (You see, I'm a world hopper, some one who uses portals to travel to other worlds which can be games, books or movies) But I wasn't alone, I had came here to this world with my friend Elli, but as I looked around, I saw no sign of her.

Suddenly my eyes widened as I realized that I was falling towards the roof of someone's house!(The portal drops us from more than a hundred feet in the air, very painful) I closed my eyes and braced myself for the hard crash through the wooden roof.

And it came, quickly.

A young man was working intently on a sword in his blacksmith's shop, when a loud crash interrupted his work. Startled, the man turned around and saw a young woman laying on the dusty floor of his work shop. He gazed down at her, puzzled. Turning his gaze upwards, the man looked through the newly made hole in the roof of his work shop and wondered how the woman had fallen through his roof. He looked down at her again. She wasn't familiar at all. He hoped he might've recognized her from town, but he did not. 'She must be new here', he thought to himself, 'but where did she come from?'

The woman had long gold hair tied back loosely with a black ribbon and a very pale complexion. Her eyebrows and eye lashes were the darkest thing about her. The man guessed her to be about 22 years old and she was rather small for her age, she was no taller than 5'4. Another curious thing about her(other than crashing through his roof) was that she was wearing trousers and a white button up shirt instead of dresses and corsets, the latest fashions for women.

The man wondered if she was still alive, for she looked perfectly still as she laid there on the work room floor. He knelt down beside this new stranger and closed his broad hand around her thin white wrist. As he held her wrist, feeling for a pulse, the man noticed a strange blood red brand on the inside of her wrist, it was just a simple letter 'P' and the man wondered what it stood for. Where had she come from? Some far away island perhaps? Maybe she came from Europe, which would explain the extreme pale color of her skin.

He began to wonder if she came from England, his home land. Well, he would just have to wait for her to wake up and then she could explain herself and why she had crashed through his roof.

He let go of her hand and stood up, going back to his work, waiting for this strange girl to wake up.

He did not have to wait long though, for not but five minutes after he began working, he heard a soft groan behind him. The man turned around and saw that she was sitting up and rubbing her head, wincing as she did so. She looked up at him and her glassy green eyes, which were already large and heavy lidded, widened even more, giving her pale face an expression of utmost confusion.

"Where am I?" She asked, her soft voice full of worry.

switches to first person. sorry

I looked up at the man standing before me, he had dark brown hair that was tied back neatly and deep brown eyes. He also had very tan skin and was quite tall. Everyone is taller than me. Or maybe it seemed like that because I was sitting on the ground...He was very handsome though, in my opinion. But all of this was not enough to make my worry subside, I didn't know who he was or where I was or even...who I was. What was my name? Oh God!

"Where am I?" I asked the man again since he was just staring at me and not answering my question. And I knew he was not staring at me because I was stunningly beautiful. Oh, I'm not ugly, but I'm not pretty, just plain.

"In Port Royal, don't you know that?" He replied, now staring at me like I was stupid. Just great. Thankfully that's not the first impression I give off all the time, it's just right now I could not remember anything about myself. Memories flashed through my mind and I knew they were mine because I was in most of them, but I couldn't name any of the people or places. I began to panic, what was I doing here all alone in a work shop with some guy? Did he do something to me? He better have not.

I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing old pirate type clothes. So that gave me some detail as to what time period I was in, but I still wasn't calmed.

"Who are you and what am I doing in here?" I demanded, standing up and dusting myself off.

"I was hoping you could tell me that and my name is Will Turner." The man replied."I'm..." I trailed off, trying to think of my name, but nothing came to me. I had to make up something. God, how did this happen? How could I just forget everything about myself? "I'm...Jordan." I replied at last.

"Isn't that a boy's name?" Will asked me, smiling a little. Wow, he has a nice smile.

"Hey, Jordan can be a girl's name to and blame my parents, they gave it to me." I replied. That was a lie though because I did not even remember my parents or even where I had come from. I just woke up and found myself in this work room. "Alright, so let's back up here. I'm in Port Royal, which is where?" I asked Will. He was really looking at me odd now. Great, if I didn't feel like an idiot earlier, I felt like one now.

"Port Royal is in Jamaica." Will informed me.

"JAMAICA!" I screeched. "How the bloody hell did I get in Jamaica! I live in America!" I shouted.

"America?" Will repeated, surprised.

"Yes America and why am I wearing these clothes? What time period is this?" I asked him.

"It's the 17th century." Will replied.

"How did I get here?" I moaned.

"Are you alright?" Will asked. What a stupid thing to ask, I'm in hysterics here and he asks me if I'm alright.

"No I am not alright, I don't remember anything about myself, my name, my parents-anything." I snapped. Will looked a little hurt. Oops. "Sorry." I murmured softly.

"It's alright." He assured me. The work room was silent after that and he seemed to be thinking about something rather important. "Would you want to stay here since you don't know anything about yourself or about Port Royal? You probably hit your head too hard when you fell, but your memories will come back soon, so do you want to stay here in the meantime?"

I looked up at him surprised, no one had ever been this nice to me before.

"You really mean it?" I asked, wondering if he was just messing with me. But he nodded and smiled at me and I knew he was telling the truth. Even though I just met Will, I already trusted him. "Alright then, I'll stay. Thank you so much Will." I said cheerfully. He nodded and smiled, turning back to his work. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all.

back in time(half an hour or so)

Elli plummeted out of the clear blue sky, feeling the cold wind whip about her. She looked below her and saw the sparkling ocean below her. In the middle of this ocean, a tiny little boat sailed along. From Elli's bird's eye view, it looked like the boat had a hole in it. Elli came nearer and nearer to the boat and then panicked as she realized that she was heading straight for the pathetic thing.

Elli began hoping that there weren't many people on the boat.

The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow sighed as he gazed about the quickly sinking boat. He had borrowed it from Anna Maria, a good friend of his, but a vicious pirate. She was sure to keel haul him if she ever found out what happened to the boat he 'borrowed' from her.

He dismally glanced at an old wooden bucket, grabbed it and proceeded to bail the water out of the boat. It was no use, the boat was sinking faster than he could bail. Jack threw down the bucket and as soon as he did, a young woman crashed through the boat and into the water. Jack stared at the hole she had made stupidly, as if he didn't believe his own eyes.

Which he didn't, how could someone come falling out of a blue sky? Jack looked up and thought he saw a faint golden circle of light, but he paid no heed to it. He crept towards the edge of the boat and peered into the water. Where had the girl gone? As if answering his question, Elli broke through the surface of the water and latched onto a side of the boat.

"Help me up." She gasped, glaring up at Jack who was now staring at her stupidly. So he wasn't imagining things, a girl really had crashed through his boat. Well, Anna's boat. There! That was the excuse he could give her, some girl fell out of the sky and crashed her boat! "Hello!" Elli snapped. Jack blinked, startled out of his random thought train and offered her his hand, which she gladly took and he pulled her up into the boat.

"Who are you?" He asked. Elli sat down and crossed her arms over her wet shirt, hoping Jack wouldn't notice, but he did and smiled a little.

"My name is Elli and you are?" Elli asked, not smiling back.

"Me? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow love." He replied. Elli rolled her eyes.

"Don't call me love." She commanded.

"Where are you headed, more importantly-where did you come from?" Jack asked, ignoring her comment.

"Somewhere far away." Elli replied. "And I'm looking for my friend Ari."

"Vague aren't we and where is your friend?" Jack asked.

"I wish I knew. Where are you headed Jack?" She asked in reply.

"One thing love, it's Captain-savvy?" Jack replied, once again ignoring her. Elli found herself greatly frustrated by this man and she barely knew him.

"Right, right. Now answer me Captain, where are you headed?" Elli asked again. If Jack made her repeat herself for the third time she would smack him so hard that you could see the mark.

"I'm headed to Port Royal love." Jack replied and continued to bail water out of the ship. "Maybe your friend is there."

"I told you not to call me love and I hope Ari is there." Elli muttered that last part to herself. We had come to this world together, at the exact same time and yet she didn't know where I was. But sometimes the portal purposely drops us at certain places. Elli really didn't want to spend most of her time looking for me. "Your boat has a hole in it." Elli suddenly pointed out, just to be annoying.

Jack stopped his work and glared up at her.

"I know that love." He replied. Elli stood up in the boat as did Jack.

"Call me love one more time or I'll-" Elli began.

"Or you'll what?" Jack cut her off, smirking. He liked to see Elli frustrated for some reason, it was entertaining.

"I was getting to that until you interrupted me. Maybe I should just swim to Port Royal." Elli suggested, her voice rising.

"Maybe you should love." Jack agreed and pushed her overboard. Elli's eyes widened as she fell into the water. He was so rude! No civilized person would do that to her, or anyone for that matter! But she had a feeling that Jack wasn't civilized. Elli popped up out of the water, glared over her shoulder at Jack and then began swimming with powerful strokes to Port Royal.

It was almost evening when Elli saw the town of Port Royal. Her arms were aching and felt like they had 50 pound weights strapped to them and every stroke sent pain shooting through her tired body. Elli's anger with Jack had not subsided, it only grew worse the closer she got to Port Royal. The nerve of him! How could he treat her like that? Elli hoped she never met Jack or anyone like him in the future.

She would soon learn though that the future has different plans.

Elli reached the shore of Port Royal and threw her sore, tired body down in the soft, warm white sand, falling asleep in an instant.