Vacation Gone Wrong
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confounded: Sorry for the short chapter. This one'll be longer. Promise! nn
Disclaimer for ALL the chappies:
I DO NOT OWN YOU NOR POTC ONE OR TWO. ..okay?
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Ch.2 Leaving
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"Marina, wake up.." your mother gently shook your shoulder, hoping you'd awake. You didn't. She repeated her last sentence, only to be replyed with an agitated groan.
"MARINA LYNN VANILLA, WAKE UP NOW!"
Your eyes shot open and you screamed, falling off of your bed, tangled in the sheets. Your body hit the blue carpeted floor of your room. The wallpaper was of the ocean, beautiful and realistic. Seashells and conches were scattered across your desk. Obviously, you loved the sea to no end.
There were also posters of POTC I and II on yours walls as well as your own drawings. They were actually.. good! You adored Hector Barbossa, too. He was just.. hott. Yes, hot with two 't's. That's how hott he is.
"AYE, MA'AM! I BE UP N' READY NOW!" you shouted, surprised, at your mother. She laughed and shook her head. "You still need to make your bed and get dressed. Hurry up!" You nodded and untangled yourself in the warm blankets as your mother left your room.
"The Black Pearl be mine!" you laughed insanely, popping in a CD into your stero. The song began and you started getting dressed. The song's name, you ask? Dance Dance Revolution's Captain Jack!
Of course, first you put on your undergarments. No explaining that, thank ya!
You then pulled your black bandana out of your drawer and unfolded it, tying it around your head tightly. It had a white 'x' in the front, perfectly centered. Taking a blue brush off of your desk, you proceeded to brush your earthen locks before continuing onto your dressing session.
"Run along with Captain Jack, run until the peace come back.." you sang to yourself, slipping on a halter top as green has your eyes. Black silk served as the sleeves, surpassing your arm's length and hanging 6 inches over your hand.
The product covered your stomach region as well. For a twelve year old ( A/N: Remember, today's your birthday! ) you were pretty slim. Just healthy slim, not sickly.
You also pulled on a forest green mini skirt, silky to the touch. Black silk served as your stockings, too. Knee high black combat boots with silver buckles would be your footwear. They had a spongey padding inside to keep your feet comfortable. You were very stylish in dressing yourself, I must say! (nn)
"DONE!"
You stopped the music playing just as it was about to say 'Jack'. Stepping down the stairs, you entered the kitchen. Popping some toast in the toaster, you giggled gleefully at the thought of the trip. Your parents had already eaten, thankfully. They took forever!
Your mother had pitch black shoulder length hair, slightly wavy, and almond shaped hazel eyes. She was a funny woman with a bold personality. She loved the outdoors almost as much as Mother Nature herself!
Now for your father. He had your colored hair, short n' sweet with a relaxed look. His cerulean blue eyes were much different from your own and you were glad. If everyone had your eyes, you'd go mad.
Your toast popped up, crispy. Just how you liked it. Setting in on a plate you had retrieved earlier, you took out a jar of homemade apple butter from the fridge and twisted open the top, sticking in a knife and spreading it over your breakfast.
You quietly ate it, heart beating with excitement. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about the trip. So, of course, you washed your dishes with a blueberry scented dish soap and brushed your teeth with a green apple flavored toothpaste. The scent and taste would last 27 hours. Talk about effective!
"Time to go!" your father, Mark, called up to you. Jackie, your mother, was already in the car. You gargled with listerine and sped downstairs, bringing your luggage with you. Shoving it hastily into the trunk, you entered the car and buckled your seat belt, squirming to get comfortable.
You and your family spent about 23 minutes in the car off to the airport in which you immidiatly ran off to your plane. The plane ride was long and harsh, but you'd have to endure it. Many men and young boys gazed perversly towards you and your father protectivly hid you by sitting on your left side, your mother on your right.
You were too bust playing with your PSP to notice.
Finally, after 7 long hours, you arrived at the carribean! The island was called Moondrop Island -- sounds heavenly, no? You'd be staying at your Aunt Alison's large summer home for your 3 month visit. Your bags were brought directly to the home as you quickly skipped off to the beach.
The sands were warm and silky and the water was pure. Unbuckling and kicking off your boots, you allowed the warmth of the sand to seep through the silken stockings. "Marina," spoke your mother, waking up to you,"your father and I are going to look around, okay? Keep track of time!" You nodded in response and looked around.
A bunch of women had their hair braided with colorful beads. It was then that you decided you wanted your chocolate locks braided as well. You scanned the beach with your unique forest green eyes for anyone doing the task and found but one lady available. The line was as long as your hair! "Well," you spoke to yourself, disappointed,"I guess I'll get my hair done some other time.."