PROLOGUE
Hey everyone! Here's my first fan fiction so please be nice. Here's the prologue which I so deviously thought up grins wickedly. I hope you enjoy this is a story of romance, suspense, comedy (a bit), horror, and drama. It's a spin of surprises around the every corner. I hope you enjoy this suspenseful tale. Keep in mind that we have to get well into the story in order to understand the prologue.
Our story can only begin with one word, or name; rather: KATRINA. We turn on the news and hear of more destructions. It is a grim time for our country. Celebrities have helped the hurricane victims, and so have the citizens of Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia. New Orleans is now an underwater city. This is all due to Katrina. But, while all of the meteorologists predict this to be the worst hurricane season; they don't stop to think if there ever was one before. There was. It was in the year1781. It formed somewhere out in the Caribbean Sea. No one remembers it because they had no idea what a hurricane was back then. They were just; bad storms. Did you ever stop to consider that the weather was controlled by someone, something... a curse? No, of course not, that's impossible. No, anything's possible; the word you're looking for is improbable. In the year 1769 a crew of pirates meddled with a curse. A curse of life, and death, and they sailed on the most infamous ship in the Caribbean; the Black Pearl. The curse included gold, Aztec gold. Once the gold was meddled with the pirates were cursed. Skeletons under the moonlight, flesh under the sun. If one of the gold pieces touched the water, the gold called to the pirates. There would be a ripple effect. The winds would change, and the sky would darken. Once, the winds were so strong that it created a hurricane stronger than Katrina. It's destination; Port Royal, Jamaica. The seas rose over the prot, and crashed into the city, killing all, and sparing none. The winds blew over buildings, and people, and then the hurricane disappeared. No one knows why. No one survived, none that we know of. There is rumor that some survived; though there is no proof. Everyone thinks that hurricanes are just nature taking it's course; no. In the year 1781 the island that the gold was kept on sank, but the gold only partly fell into the ocean. Every time a gold piece falls into the sea, a hurricane is born. This year too many have fallen. Someone meddled with the gold again. But who? Someone undead.
There you have it, I promise to get more done, and move into the story, but I got my flu shot today, and I can't type a lot without it hurting.
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