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Summary: This about a modern day SVU detective sent back in time to the age of Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl. I know this plot has been done before, but read anyway.
It was a beautiful day in Manhattan as Norah Rice finished packing her bags for the short, yet relaxing, cruise she was about to take. She had not taken a vacation in years, using her time to advance her career in the NYPD, but now that she finally reached her desired rank she decided to take a 4 day vacation.
For five years she had slaved away at her job and became a SVU (special victims unit) detective. Norah had been surprised about how isolated she was in the department for the sole reason of her being female, but the feeling had lessened amongst her peers throughout the years. The people who she had to arrest still held the prejudice though. Good. she thought. As an SVU detective she dealt mostly with sexual crimes (rape, pedophiles, and molestation charges) and felt no remorse in making them uncomfortable.
Norah was now packing her iPod, complete with the extra battery back and enough AA batteries to last 5 years, into her purse. The last thing she needed was for her iPod to go out on the road. Then she packed her cell phone, and last of all her gun and badge. She, as a cop, was mandated to stop a crime from happening whenever she saw one, and sometimes a gun was the only thing that let the criminal know she was serious.
All ready to go she ran out of her studio apartment and out onto 2nd avenue. Norah took the subway down to Port Authority and waited for the bus that would take her to her home town of Atlantic City, New Jersey. She hardly ever saw her family anymore, and missed both them and the beach, which she had taken for granted in her youth.
As she was waiting she noticed a man standing unusually close to a red haired woman. This was not uncommon in Port Authority, but she kept an eye on them just in case. It turns out she was right to be suspicious because the man grabbed the woman by the waist and put a knife to her throat.
Norah sprang into action, pulling her gun and aiming it at the man. "Police" she yelled.
The man looked in her direction, then back to the woman, and then her way again. He seemed to be making his mind up about something. He finally decided, dropped the woman and ran. Norah followed suit, and chased him until he was out of sight. She looked over the railing to see if he was downstairs, and just as she did so she felt someone push her. Norah fell down the three stories and braced herself as best she could for the ground which never came.
Norah woke up to blinding sunlight and the smell of the sea. Where am I? She thought. She sat up and noticed that she was on a ship. Strange.
"Oy, you're awake!" said a rather tan man dressed in very dirty clothes. He also had hair rolled into deadlocks with trinkets woven into them.
Caught off guard, and frankly quite freaked out, Norah acted on instinct and pulled her gun. "Don't move!" She said, trying to remain calm. He seemed caught off guard and didn't move, looking at her as if she had three heads. "Good" she said. "Now where the hell am I?"
The man smirked at this, showing off some gold teeth, Weird,and said "Luv, you're on the Black Pearl."