A/N: Okay this is just a fan-fiction i've been working on and i decided to edit so this is like the edited version! R&R!

PROLOGUE

A pair of dark eyes glimmered dangerously in the dimly lit room. The shadows being cast over the owner's faces caused them to look slightly ominous. "It doesn't want to work!" the girl shouted, her already dark eyes growing even darker.

Her voice ricocheted off the walls of the dimly bedroom, the lamp above her desk flickering as its light grew dimmer. She knew she'd have to change the bulb later.

She growled in her imminent frustration, slamming her pen upon the desk, as the familiar sensation of writer's block began to loom before her, like a dark threatening mist. She had been fighting a losing battle for over an hour. She had been attempting to think of an opening sentence for an essay she was to write for Senior English.

"F'n year twelve!" she muttered in irritation as she screwed up another piece of paper, before throwing into the waste paper basket, a dissatisfied expression upon her unusually pale features.

She picked her pen up once more, leaning back in her chair casually, deep in thought. She subconsciously began to chew on the end of her pen, a bad habit she had tried to shake since she was eleven. But unfortunately this wasn't to be.

After about fifteen more minutes of deep thinking she had began to believe that her brain had turned itself completely off! Not even the M&M's were helping the current situation. She had been munching on them every now and then hoping the chocolate would un-block her mind, but alas, it wasn't happening.

She glared at a fresh piece of paper, thinking nasty thoughts about her English teacher, but she later conceded to feeling guilty about them. After-all, it wasn't Mrs. Smith's fault she had writers block!

She was growing even more annoyed as the irritating ticking of her wall clock began to slowly get louder, or so she believed.

She slammed her pen down again; grinding her teeth together, when a sudden cold gust of wind swept through her room, catching a few sheets of paper and discarding them about her room, only making her anger grow.

She frowned when the wind mussed her hair up, causing it to fall in her face, temporarily obscuring her vision. 'My window isn't even open!' she thought angrily as she ran a hand through her hair, settling the dark locks back into place.

She groaned in irritation as her fringe decided to be difficult, falling into her eyes again until she eventually gave up, waiting for the wind to settle down. Once it had settled she placed her fringe behind her ears, before glaring at the being standing before her. How she loathed her muse at the present moment, he always chose the most inconvenient of times to show himself.

The muse adjusted his white shirt, so that the sleeves billowed out over his hands properly and brushed off his maroon pants before dusting his boots and looking up at her. His unusual red eyes were twinkling in mirth as he observed her, he had hoped to surprise his young charge, and he was pleased that his plan had worked.

"Merk what do you want?" she snapped in annoyance, glowering at him, "You're never here when I need you the most you selfish bastard!"

At her harsh tones Merkasha flinched back, placing his hands over his delicate pointed ears, being careful not to tug on the solitary gold hoop ring that was at the top of one ear. He figured it made him look roguish.

The girl always told him he resembled an elf, apart from his wild blue hair and abnormal apparel. She later learned, however, that lower ranked muses like him assumed the appearance of whatever there charge was thinking of, he was after all the creation of her own imagination. So clearly he resembled an elf because she thought of it.

She glared at him with a bit more vindication, her eyes almost black in her rage, she couldn't very well fire him in any case she simply couldn't afford to find a new one, no matter how much of a failure this current one was. His idiocy, clumsiness and stupidity did liven up her otherwise dull life, even if she didn't appreciate it on most occasions; he was extremely obnoxious in her opinion.

"Now Reenie-Eenie." He drawled, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face, "I would have thought that you of all people should know how important I am to your current predicament." He leaned against her wardrobe door casually, eyeing her up and down as though he were sizing her up; Sireena didn't like the idea of being under his scrutiny.

She coughed a little in order to clear her throat before rolling her eyes and standing up. Being a good two heads taller than the pint sized muse she prayed with all her might that it would intimidate him. This plan however, was not to succeed, because he only looked her square in the eyes as if challenging her, his smirk morphing into a triumphant grin.

"You dear muse are by no means important." She snapped, thoroughly disgruntled by his scrutinizing gaze. She walked across to her window and tried to open it but it seemed to be jammed, "I'm more important than you! You're an insubordinate waste…" She gritted her teeth as she put all her strength into opening the window, when eventually it opened allowing the cool breeze to filter through the fly screen wire, "Of space!" she finished breathlessly, turning to face him a small smirk on her own face.

To her own satisfaction and glee she saw his face fall slightly, temporarily wounded by her venomous words, but her glee soon turned to dismay as a smirk soon found its way back onto his face, and he began to tap his finger tips together, she was instantly reminded of the character of Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, 'all he needs to say now is Excellent.' She thought.

"Ah but dear, dear child I know some valuable information that is of great importance to your essay!" he remarked, a merciless gleam entering his eyes, "Not even you could pass this up."

Narrowing her eyes she began to think, what could this good for nothing vagabond be up to now? She was suspicious; she couldn't exactly trust him now could she? "Go on." She said slowly, not really wanting to know what he was going to say.

She made an arm motion to hurry him up, she was becoming more impatient the longer he delayed. Merk noticing this grinned broadly, revealing pearly white pointed teeth, "You're doing an essay on pirate's are you not?" he enquired in the same drawling tone he held earlier and evil glint in his obscure eyes.

She nodded her head slowly, her eyes still narrowed, "Well, it just so happens I have some information which may assist you." He finished, grinning triumphantly, carefully placing his hands behind his head.

Sireena groaned and sat back down again, realization dawning upon her. Now she knew for certain he was up to something! "That's all I need! You trying and I emphasize trying! To help me in my bloody essay!" she remembered when he had last tried to help her; it was for a research assignment for Ancient History in year eleven. She ended up being trapped in an entirely different dimension! She even doubted it was the right time zone she wanted!

She would have been happier for him to give her a little bit of inspiration, for that was what he was supposed to do! Not transport her through time! As she reflected on her last journey, she did remember being helped by a friendly giant by the name of Euzor, at least with his help she had made it home within five months…

The muse gave no indication that he was going to continue and Reena instantly reprimanded herself for what she said next. "Keep going." She winced as she said the words and hung her head in shame, why had she said it?

The muses face lit up in delight and excitement, "I know the best way to write about Pirates!" he cried clapping his hands in merriment as he danced around her room doing a jig, "Live life as one!"

Sireena chewed on her lower lip as he went on to describe a time of Pirate's and blood debts. Most of the time lingering on names such as 'Davy Jones' and 'Captain Black Beard' all who she knew to be fearful pirates! Blood thirsty ones at that! Once he had finished he smiled, hoping she'd say yes to his scheme.

"Merk do you not remember the last time?" she asked, hoping he'd nod his head and say that of course he wouldn't send her there, and that he was only joking. But the little ingrate shook his head. She felt like screaming. "No?" She noticed a mischievous smile on his face and she glared, of course he remembered he just wasn't going to tell her!

"Well let me remind you, oh yes! That's right I was captured by ogres who wanted to…EAT ME!" she yelled throwing her hand up into the air, "Merk you almost got me killed last time! I have absolutely no intention of getting myself skewered on a sword by bloody Davy Jones and land in his bloody locker!"

"But Reenie I know where I went wrong last time!" he pleaded, an all to innocent smile on his boyish features, "and I absolutely promise, no, I guarantee you that you will not under no circumstances be harmed in any-way." He put on a look of innocence as his smile widened, "Trust me."

Sireena looked into his eyes, she could see genuine honesty written in there depths and sincerity had laced his voice, he looked as if he was about to cry if she declined, and she didn't want to hurt his feelings let alone disappoint him. 'Rats, he's done at again! Put me on a bloody guilt trip!' she though irritably as she looked at him.

"Please?" he asked again, this time water filled his eyes and Reena knew she'd regret it, but she'd never hear the end of it if she didn't, "Reena please, please, please! It'd help you a lot!"

"Okay," she sighed, "But if I die I'm so coming back to haunt you! Got it?"