Chapter 2: Dresses, By Any Other Name

Persephone's P.O.V

I screamed as I fell into the water- and the impact of my not-so-small figure hitting the solid field of water. It was painful- like getting kicked in the stomach. Repeatedly.

"No! NO!" I screamed, still under water, and I'm quite sure I swallowed a great amount of sea water.

You see, I had never been a very good swimmer. I had been on my elementary school's swim team before I was asked to resign by the coach. I also took swimming lessons, but my teacher deemed me incapable after my third (rather painful, I might add) lesson.

And the teacher was a girl, so I didn't even get a hot guy lifeguard in the whole horrid affair.

And now, when those lessons should have been so useful to me, all the precious little knowledge I had completely disappeared.

And that was when my instincts took over- scream. Scream as loud and as long as you can, Persephone.

I broke the surface of the water and frantically tried to tread water and scream my head off at the same time.

"Lads! Another! Man overboard!" I moved my arms frantically, trying to stay above water, but my limited breathing capacity, (restricted by the corset) and the sheer weight of my bloomers, (yes, bloomers) and petticoats were dragging me under.

"The rope! Grab onto the rope!"

I held onto that rope like it was my first born, and then somehow I was pulled on deck of a ship.

I rolled onto my stomach and let out a great spew of water that would have outdone one of those little Pans on those fountains, on the nice, swabbed deck.

You know, for the Valiant, they sure kept a lot of barrels on deck…

Barrels?

I looked up, and glanced around to see where the hell I was- I had to be Valiant- it was the only logical explanation, there were no ships around us at the time Psyche and I fell overboard….

I glanced all around the ship. Black sails! The Valiant didn't have black sails. Did it have sails? In fact… I wasn't even sure if it had a mast.

"Are you alright, miss?" said a voice from above me. I looked up, and there was… there was… Will Turner.

Or, someone that looked like him.

"Where-," I said, confused beyond my wildest dreams. "Where am I?"

"Why, you're on the Black Pearl, the fastest ship in the Caribbean."

"The- The Black Pearl?" I squeaked, feeling ill. "My Lord," If I was on the Black Pearl- Oh my God. I could practically see Einstein protesting in his grave, spouting out that Emc2 crap.

It was either all the ways of science were abandoned today, or I was hallucinating the entire thing.

I must have been hallucinating.

"I- I-," I said, struggling to get onto my feet. I fell, and then the Will Turner look-a-like gallantly draped his cloak over my shoulders, and helped raise me up onto my feet.

"Let's go find a place for you to get decently dressed, and then maybe you can take a little nap, and then we'll find out where you've come from."

He stepped at a cabin and swung it open- to find Psyche and… my eyes were playing tricks on me- dare I say she was talking to Captain Jack Sparrow?

This ship- it must have sailed right out of a cosplay convention.

"Psyche!" I said, and ran as much as my energy afforded. We hugged. "Thank God you're okay!"

"Well, seems we found your little friend," Captain Jack Sparrow look-a-like said. "You girls can just stay in Dear Old William's cabin until we dock at Port Royale, and maybe we can all have some drinks together in Port, savvy?"

There was a rather uncomfortable silence between us, and I finally said, softly, "Thank you, but I don't drink."

There was another uncomfortable silence in which the William Turner look-a-like broke by politely coughing.

"Well, dinner will be served shortly…" The Will Look-a-like said, looking over at the Jack-a-like. "They are not staying in my cabin for five days!" He whispered.

The Jack-a-like murmured something along the lines of "Be a gentleman. They are very attractive ladies." But I couldn't exactly hear him. I hoped I was hearing wrong.

"-We will alert you when dinner is ready." The Will-a-like said, sighing somewhat. "Until then, I suggest you get dressed. There are dresses in that cabinet there… I should think you all are around Elizabeth's size…"

He walked off, muttering. The Jack-a-like followed him.

I sighed and looked at the cabinet. It was ornate, with lots of lovely carvings. I had high hopes for the dresses in that cabinet. After all, the dresses that Elizabeth wore in the movie were all very lovely… (Except that horrible maroon one) so it would make sense that her Cosplay costumes would all be lovely too.

Well, I was wrong.

We opened the cabinet to find the ugliest dresses I had ever come into acquaintance with. There was that horrible maroon one, then an orange one, and the worst color of yellow I had ever seen in my life on a very feathery dress.

Psyche pulled out the feathery-yellow dress… and I pulled out the orange. We stared at them in absolute horror.

"Um, what is this?" She said, disgust in her voice.

"I'm… not sure." I replied. Slightly stunned at the Ugliest Dresses On Earth. The U.D.O.E. gave a glare of hatred at us and looked even more unattractive.

Psyche gave a sigh of resonation and pulled on the yellow dress.

"Come on- it's orange." I said, feeling ill.

"Put it on, Persephone." Psyche growled, like she was about to kill someone.

"I hate orange…" I said, but pulled the dress over my head. We fastened each other up and then there was a knock at the door.

"Excuse me… uh, but dinner's served." came the voice.

I looked at Psyche. "You ready, then?"

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