I don't own PotC..
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"Um, Steph are you sure Will won't mind?" Sean asked as they stepped inside the blacksmith's shop.
"Why wouldn't he?" she asked spotting a drunken man sleeping in the corner.
"Gee, I seem to remember quite the fight between Cap'n Jack and Dear William."
"Ooo," Steph said picking up the bottle by his feet.
"I mean you've seen the movie before! You remember what happens!" Sean exclaimed.
Steph sniffed the contents of the bottle, then cleaned the top with her shirt, she took a swig. "Yeah, but you also remember that Jack just fell into the water, Will kisses Elizabeth, the movie that we saw is over. You want some rum?" she asked offering Sean the bottle.
"Naw man, you know what that shit does to my stomach," she said clutching her sides in memory and visibly gagging.
"More for me," Steph smiled and took another gulp.
Sean sat down and pulled her bag around in front of herself. She sprayed antiseptic on the wound and wrapped her arm with gauze and tape. "Is this what you're supposed to do with a jellyfish sting?" she asked holding up her arm.
"How am I supposed to know? You're the ex-lifeguard."
"Yeah, for the city pool not the beach!"
"Close enough," Steph laughed.
Sean stood up and sauntered over to the donkey. She patted him on the head affectionately and eyed the swords at her reach. Grabbing one off the rack she unsheathed it and twirled it around smiling.
"You're pretty good at that," Stephie mused.
"Barely. My cousin and I used to spar with wooden swords."
"What is this? The 6th century?"
"More like the 18th," Sean laughed.
They heard the door slam and both looked up to the platform.
Will Turner stood as the entrance to his shop. Seeing two women there and noticing their strange clothing he placed a hand on his sword and approached them wearily. "Can I help you?"
"This sword is a bit light," Sean said tossing it around in the air. "Got anything bigger?" she asked smirking.
Stephie stifled a laugh.
"Sure, may I ask where you're from?" he asked keeping a hand on his side as he walked past them and opened a cupboard under the stairs.
The girls could see the collection of larger swords, daggers, hatchets, and other weapons.
"Not from around here," Steph said eyeing a set of elaborate knives.
"From Tortuga perhaps?" he questioned shutting the cupboard and locking it, "Pirates," he accused turning and pointing his sword and Sean who was closest to him.
"Sean," Steph warned.
"Pick the lock, I'll deal with the whelp," she commanded glaring.
"So you really are-"
"Oi! Will!" Jack said staggering into the blacksmith's shop. "You got any spares? Me crew's lost mos' of 'er's in the battle."
Will seeing Sean's distraction knocked the sword that lay loose at her waist out of her hand.
Swinging for her head she hit the deck and kicked out his legs.
Steph lunged forward and grabbed for the cupboard, but Jack was quicker.
"Not so fast, lass," Jack said as he stepped in front of her.
Steph cocked an eyebrow at his comment, "He's a poet and he don't even know it Sean!" she laughed.
"I'm busy!" Sean exclaimed, kicking the sword from Will's hand. "Nice bandage!" she said digging her nails at his hand.
He winced silently, "As yours!" he replied gripping her forearm. She hissed in pain and grabbed at his other arm.
Jack looked smugly at her, "Come one luv, yer no match fo' me," he laughed.
Stephanie glared and slapped him hard across his face. She shook out her stinging hand, "Damn!"
"Maybe I deserved that," he mumbled and turned back to her. "So ye want to play rough, eh?" he asked unsheathing his sword.
Steph bit her teeth at him and grabbed a hot poker from the fire to her right.
Jack's eyes widened at her choice of weapon and prepared for the fight, "Ye never did learn to take them hot sticks out of the fire, did ye whelp?!" he shouted angrily to Will.
"I'm busy Jack!" he called out after he hit his back off of the stairs and looked up to see Sean who was charging at him.
She rammed him in the stomach and he shoved her to the ground.
Pinning her down with his legs, he grabbed the dagger from his boot as she grabbed the knife from her right hip and another from a holster on her left arm.
Will held the dagger to her neck while Sean held one knife to his neck and the other to the bulge in his pants.
Will looked at where the second knife lay and gave Sean an 'Oh-my-god- you-wouldn't' look.
Sean shrugged and smirked.
Steph ducked as Jack swung his sword and got it stuck in a beam. He then stepped on Steph's poker making her drop it.
She made a break for the cupboard.
"Hold on there," Jack said seizing her by the waist and lifting her into the air while she held onto his forearms and kicked her legs.
"What is going on in here!?!?" Elizabeth shrieked from the door.
Will's face filled with horror. "Elizabeth!" he exclaimed jumping off Sean and turning to face her. "Its not what it looks like," he reasoned.
"Then please enlighten me!"
"She's a pirate!" he exclaimed pointing to Sean.
"And so are you!" Elizabeth countered.
Will looked shocked with silence.
"How easily you forget William Turner," Elizabeth said shaking her head and exiting.
Will sighed and turned back towards the others. Jack had set Stephie down and now was standing behind her. "This is all your fault," he stated angrily at Sean.
"How is this my fault? You drew your sword before you let me explain!"
"Will," Jack said slowly. "Maybe you should let them explain."
"Whoa now!" Steph said jumping forward when she felt a poke on her lower back.
Jack side stepped her and apologized, "Sorry, me dagger."
"Ah- yes," Steph replied.
Sean showed her forearms, "Seeing as you didn't check for a brand."
Will nodded for the bandage, "Your 'wound'?" he asked.
Sean sighed and unwrapped the tape and gauze, "Jellyfish sting. Happy?" she showed him.
He nodded once again, "Continue."
"Like we were saying, we're not from around her. See, the clothes, the bags, our accents, the bandage," Sean exclaimed.
"What are you getting' at?" Jack asked.
"We're from the United States of America, in the 21st century."
"2004 to be exact," Steph smiled.
"What kind of witchery is this?" Will asked perplexed.
"Its not. Lightning struck a rock and opened up a time portal. If theres any magick involved, it wasn't us," Sean said.
"Its more of a supernatural experience," Steph smiled.
"I-I have to check on Elizabeth," Will said quickly and trotted up the ramp and out the door.
"Now what do we do?" Sean asked throwing her arms up in the air and turning to face Stephie and Jack.
"I don't know," Steph said shaking her head.
"Why don't ye give me some proof that yer really from 2004?" Jack suggested.
Stephanie looked at Sean.
"What year is it?" Sean asked.
"1768."
"Okay, in 1789, France will have a revolution. Thousands will be killed by the use of the guillotine and a new government will be installed," Sean said.
Stephie gave her a look.
"French II," Sean smirked.
"But that's 30 years from now luv, gimme some physical evidence," Jack pleaded.
"I got this," Steph said digging through her bag and pulling out a photo album.
"You brought that!?" Sean asked amazed.
"Its like my own American Express. I never leave home without it!" Steph mused.
Sean rolled her eyes as Jack flipped through the pictures. Her photo album of Myrtle Beach.
"What's that yer wearin'?" Jack asked pointing to a picture of six or seven girls in what seemed to be color lingerie.
"Um, that's us with our roommates, and those are called bathing suits, or bikinis," Steph explained.
"Ah," Jack said flipping through more pictures of them with cars, cell phones, computers, the boulevard, electricity and more people. "So this is another ahh, be-kidney?"
"Ba-key-knee," Sean pronounced.
"No that's my brother. Guys wear trunks, or swim shorts. Bikinis are for girls only," Steph explained slower.
"Speaking of bikinis," Sean said digging through her bag. "I could go for a swim!"
"Oh no, not in jellyfish infested water!" Steph commanded.
"Aw come on Steph, it's the Caribbean! Live a little!" Sean said walking into a back room to get changed.
"So," Jack began smirking at Steph. "Do ye 'ave any of these bikini things?"
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"Um, Steph are you sure Will won't mind?" Sean asked as they stepped inside the blacksmith's shop.
"Why wouldn't he?" she asked spotting a drunken man sleeping in the corner.
"Gee, I seem to remember quite the fight between Cap'n Jack and Dear William."
"Ooo," Steph said picking up the bottle by his feet.
"I mean you've seen the movie before! You remember what happens!" Sean exclaimed.
Steph sniffed the contents of the bottle, then cleaned the top with her shirt, she took a swig. "Yeah, but you also remember that Jack just fell into the water, Will kisses Elizabeth, the movie that we saw is over. You want some rum?" she asked offering Sean the bottle.
"Naw man, you know what that shit does to my stomach," she said clutching her sides in memory and visibly gagging.
"More for me," Steph smiled and took another gulp.
Sean sat down and pulled her bag around in front of herself. She sprayed antiseptic on the wound and wrapped her arm with gauze and tape. "Is this what you're supposed to do with a jellyfish sting?" she asked holding up her arm.
"How am I supposed to know? You're the ex-lifeguard."
"Yeah, for the city pool not the beach!"
"Close enough," Steph laughed.
Sean stood up and sauntered over to the donkey. She patted him on the head affectionately and eyed the swords at her reach. Grabbing one off the rack she unsheathed it and twirled it around smiling.
"You're pretty good at that," Stephie mused.
"Barely. My cousin and I used to spar with wooden swords."
"What is this? The 6th century?"
"More like the 18th," Sean laughed.
They heard the door slam and both looked up to the platform.
Will Turner stood as the entrance to his shop. Seeing two women there and noticing their strange clothing he placed a hand on his sword and approached them wearily. "Can I help you?"
"This sword is a bit light," Sean said tossing it around in the air. "Got anything bigger?" she asked smirking.
Stephie stifled a laugh.
"Sure, may I ask where you're from?" he asked keeping a hand on his side as he walked past them and opened a cupboard under the stairs.
The girls could see the collection of larger swords, daggers, hatchets, and other weapons.
"Not from around here," Steph said eyeing a set of elaborate knives.
"From Tortuga perhaps?" he questioned shutting the cupboard and locking it, "Pirates," he accused turning and pointing his sword and Sean who was closest to him.
"Sean," Steph warned.
"Pick the lock, I'll deal with the whelp," she commanded glaring.
"So you really are-"
"Oi! Will!" Jack said staggering into the blacksmith's shop. "You got any spares? Me crew's lost mos' of 'er's in the battle."
Will seeing Sean's distraction knocked the sword that lay loose at her waist out of her hand.
Swinging for her head she hit the deck and kicked out his legs.
Steph lunged forward and grabbed for the cupboard, but Jack was quicker.
"Not so fast, lass," Jack said as he stepped in front of her.
Steph cocked an eyebrow at his comment, "He's a poet and he don't even know it Sean!" she laughed.
"I'm busy!" Sean exclaimed, kicking the sword from Will's hand. "Nice bandage!" she said digging her nails at his hand.
He winced silently, "As yours!" he replied gripping her forearm. She hissed in pain and grabbed at his other arm.
Jack looked smugly at her, "Come one luv, yer no match fo' me," he laughed.
Stephanie glared and slapped him hard across his face. She shook out her stinging hand, "Damn!"
"Maybe I deserved that," he mumbled and turned back to her. "So ye want to play rough, eh?" he asked unsheathing his sword.
Steph bit her teeth at him and grabbed a hot poker from the fire to her right.
Jack's eyes widened at her choice of weapon and prepared for the fight, "Ye never did learn to take them hot sticks out of the fire, did ye whelp?!" he shouted angrily to Will.
"I'm busy Jack!" he called out after he hit his back off of the stairs and looked up to see Sean who was charging at him.
She rammed him in the stomach and he shoved her to the ground.
Pinning her down with his legs, he grabbed the dagger from his boot as she grabbed the knife from her right hip and another from a holster on her left arm.
Will held the dagger to her neck while Sean held one knife to his neck and the other to the bulge in his pants.
Will looked at where the second knife lay and gave Sean an 'Oh-my-god- you-wouldn't' look.
Sean shrugged and smirked.
Steph ducked as Jack swung his sword and got it stuck in a beam. He then stepped on Steph's poker making her drop it.
She made a break for the cupboard.
"Hold on there," Jack said seizing her by the waist and lifting her into the air while she held onto his forearms and kicked her legs.
"What is going on in here!?!?" Elizabeth shrieked from the door.
Will's face filled with horror. "Elizabeth!" he exclaimed jumping off Sean and turning to face her. "Its not what it looks like," he reasoned.
"Then please enlighten me!"
"She's a pirate!" he exclaimed pointing to Sean.
"And so are you!" Elizabeth countered.
Will looked shocked with silence.
"How easily you forget William Turner," Elizabeth said shaking her head and exiting.
Will sighed and turned back towards the others. Jack had set Stephie down and now was standing behind her. "This is all your fault," he stated angrily at Sean.
"How is this my fault? You drew your sword before you let me explain!"
"Will," Jack said slowly. "Maybe you should let them explain."
"Whoa now!" Steph said jumping forward when she felt a poke on her lower back.
Jack side stepped her and apologized, "Sorry, me dagger."
"Ah- yes," Steph replied.
Sean showed her forearms, "Seeing as you didn't check for a brand."
Will nodded for the bandage, "Your 'wound'?" he asked.
Sean sighed and unwrapped the tape and gauze, "Jellyfish sting. Happy?" she showed him.
He nodded once again, "Continue."
"Like we were saying, we're not from around her. See, the clothes, the bags, our accents, the bandage," Sean exclaimed.
"What are you getting' at?" Jack asked.
"We're from the United States of America, in the 21st century."
"2004 to be exact," Steph smiled.
"What kind of witchery is this?" Will asked perplexed.
"Its not. Lightning struck a rock and opened up a time portal. If theres any magick involved, it wasn't us," Sean said.
"Its more of a supernatural experience," Steph smiled.
"I-I have to check on Elizabeth," Will said quickly and trotted up the ramp and out the door.
"Now what do we do?" Sean asked throwing her arms up in the air and turning to face Stephie and Jack.
"I don't know," Steph said shaking her head.
"Why don't ye give me some proof that yer really from 2004?" Jack suggested.
Stephanie looked at Sean.
"What year is it?" Sean asked.
"1768."
"Okay, in 1789, France will have a revolution. Thousands will be killed by the use of the guillotine and a new government will be installed," Sean said.
Stephie gave her a look.
"French II," Sean smirked.
"But that's 30 years from now luv, gimme some physical evidence," Jack pleaded.
"I got this," Steph said digging through her bag and pulling out a photo album.
"You brought that!?" Sean asked amazed.
"Its like my own American Express. I never leave home without it!" Steph mused.
Sean rolled her eyes as Jack flipped through the pictures. Her photo album of Myrtle Beach.
"What's that yer wearin'?" Jack asked pointing to a picture of six or seven girls in what seemed to be color lingerie.
"Um, that's us with our roommates, and those are called bathing suits, or bikinis," Steph explained.
"Ah," Jack said flipping through more pictures of them with cars, cell phones, computers, the boulevard, electricity and more people. "So this is another ahh, be-kidney?"
"Ba-key-knee," Sean pronounced.
"No that's my brother. Guys wear trunks, or swim shorts. Bikinis are for girls only," Steph explained slower.
"Speaking of bikinis," Sean said digging through her bag. "I could go for a swim!"
"Oh no, not in jellyfish infested water!" Steph commanded.
"Aw come on Steph, it's the Caribbean! Live a little!" Sean said walking into a back room to get changed.
"So," Jack began smirking at Steph. "Do ye 'ave any of these bikini things?"
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