-Hello This is a POTC fic I started when the movie came out. Due to my own personal reasons I decided to change the name of the Story and my pen name.. I havent changed the story all that much and I hope to any original reviewers will not be too upset by this change. Lets just say I hated my pen name etc blah blah blah , and my original title too common(What you mean seven other people have the same title! Gah!).

More annoying A/N: This introduction may sound confusing to the reader. Lost my original prologue and had to re- write it. Sigh. Also will be spend the first two chapter going over the heroine (don't worry will try to include Jack and company by chapter 3 or 4) I'm just trying to set up her character before I get the pirate 1600's stuff. So please bear with me.

Oh and before I forget the usual disclaimer: I don't own POTC, Disney has them. I do own any characters that you don't recognize from the movie. Don't sue. Ive got enough problems as it is.

Story starts out mostly PG / PG-13 -rating or whatever rating system they are going by now, but some chapters will become more M like so if your not an adult...

Sorry was pretty much out of updating this fic because personal glitches and may I just say that 2005 totally S&Ked for me and other people I know. Here to 2006, hoping it will be better. Cheers raises cup

Adventure/ Drama/ Fantasy/ and whatever

Plot: Just another time travel story about a young woman writer who gets thrown back in time to the 1600's.

Falling Full Circle

Prologue and chapter 1

SCENE: Doctor's office (psychiatrist office) Downtown Miami. Rory Calhoun a young aspiring novelist thinks she was somehow thrown back in time to the 17th century or was the entire incident really some sort of hallucination? On the advice of a close friend she is advised to see a psychiatrist.

Rory nervously twisted the silver ring on her middle finger glancing at the clock every three minutes. Her doctor appointment with Dr. Krauss was set for 2 pm. that afternoon, but she did not feel like going through with it. How do you explain what happened to you or rather, what you thought happened to you over the last two years, even though you were not sure really happened?

She flashedback in time:

Her friend Theresa one her closest friends and an assistant editor with a popular publisher, Tharack House, finally put her up to it, saying "If you don't make the appointment, I will--and I will personally march you right over if I have to pull you by your ear!"

She softened somewhat "Look just talk to someone. If you wont fully confide to me what happened over that, shall we call it The Lost Weekend and why you took off for the better part of ... well, maybe you should see a professional. What harm could it do?"

Rory pleaded "You saw what happened that night Therese'. You saw that ship-----"

"I don't know what I really saw that night but what your suggesting is impossible! Look we both very tired that night. We both had too much too drink . It was probably due to all the festivities that went on during the day…

Rory tuned her out…

'What harm could it do indeed' thought Rory. 'Oh sure spill my guts to a total stranger. Weaving a fantastic tale about somehow being thrown back to the days of piracy, pillage, rape and plunder. If I'm lucky, Ill get away with some prescription for anti psychotic drugs. At worst, a stay in one of the states finest mental institutions. '

"Ms. Calhoun?" It was the receptionist. "The doctor will see you now."

"Ummm, no. Ahhh I don't think so---I just realized something a moment ago. You see I have another appointment right after this and Ill be late."

"Don't worry, everyone is nervous their first time to a psychiatrist.." the young woman stopped, embarrassed she had said the wrong thing. The fresh scrubbed looking woman was in her twenties like her, probably fresh out of technical college.

"I'm sorry but I just can't do this!" She fled the room.How did this happen? I'm going crazy. They said I 'disappeared for maybe a month?

She turned her key into the door of her small apartment. If only she had the journals she had kept while there. They might have shed some light on the situation, even if they were just the illusions of a mad woman. They were lost forever. Or were they too, just a figure of her imagination?

The Jamaican Coast Guard had found her found her in the water fighting to stay alive. Trying to make it to shore.

An ambulance was called and she was taken to the only hospital on the island.

She was treated for exhaustion, dehydration and what looked like "minor wounds"

And was released in a week. For most of a month, Rory was in a fog. Her mother brought her back to Florida then insisted she come back to live on the West Coast. Rory refused, assuring her that she was alright now, besides Florida had always been her home. She didn't mention to her mother that and the Caribbean was where she felt she belonged and would never move away from again.

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Well that's it for the introduction..

Below is the first chapter call me crazy I put the Prologue and 1st chapter together.

CHAPTER 1 Rory

Flashback scene two months ago on a beach outside Rory aunts beach home in

Port Royal Jamaica, present day.

There you are! " Drink in your hand, toes in the sand soaking up the sun with your----"

She stopped ---- Trusty laptop?"

----Rory kept pecking away at the keys…. Hmmmmm… you say something 'Threse?"

"When's the last time you took a real vacation?" -Theresa said frowning

"Five years ago, Fort Lauderdale, junior year:"

"Liar! You came here to do an intern at the Museum of Nautical History here on Port Royal, to earn brownie points for your resume. You are impossible you know? It's a wonder you find anytime left over to have fun."

"I AM having fun. That's why I made my so-called hobby and turned it into the successful writer you see before you today."

Theresa smiled at the joke.

Rory did a lot of freelance work to supplement her modest income as a writer. Writing fact as well as fiction.

At her age she was relatively lucky. Most of her college friends, would be journalists or novelists, were still looking for work, working at menial jobs just to support themselves before they got a break. One thing she had never told anyone else, except Theresa was that she had a side gig writing romances for Tiffany books-under an assumed name of course. Tiffany specialized in a lot of historical romance fiction. The story lines often very G rated, and stuck to a conservative storyline. The heroine was always very beautiful, perfect, and usually very passive. The villains well, very evil and dastardly. The hero well very much the strong rides in at the last moment to save the day.

'Barf' thought the aspiring novelist ' who reads these types of novels anymore anyway'.

It had been okay for a while it paid the bills, but Rory was extremely was bored with the formula plot, feeling they were more than a bit dated with today's times and wanted to move forward in her writing.

There was hope though. She had just finished her first original fiction and was looking for a publisher. It was sort a historical fantasy piece where the female character goes back in time to meet her great-great-grandfather, who had been some kind of famous gunslinger in the days of the Old West. The editor did however want to make one "minor" change to her story. He suggested making the protagonist male, saying it would work better with the Old West storyline.

"Can you believe that guy? She started, irritated "Is he aware it's 2003, not 1950? Does he realize that attitudes have changed a bit since HIS day about what women are capable of? Doesn't he have any idea what going on in popular culture? I mean look around! There are strong female role models all over both in the real world and fantasy…. I thought you said Tharack was a progressive publishing house that specialized in original fantasy, historical and science fiction work. This guy is still living in the Dark Ages!

"Rory---" Theresa started, trying to calm her down.

"We have women in politics today some of them in high places; Condoleezza Rice, we have Hilary Clinton….

"Rory-

…Just look at pop culture today. We have Buffy. We have Xena for Chrissakes!

"Rory-"

…that guy needs to retire. I swear he's 80 years old or something. What's he doing as an editor of a publishing company that specializes in fiction that tends to attract a younger or more open-minded audience anyway?"

"Rory just----"

"I mean its not like I'm not grateful to you for putting in touch with all these people who can see my work and help me get published, maybe one of the other assistant editors that work closely with him… I'm sorry but maybe I should have shopped around. Uh no offense to you, like I said I'm grateful but…"

Theresa sighed and let her rant. She had known Rory since childhood and had grown up on Port Royal together until Rory's parents moved back to Florida when she was eleven.

They had kept in touch through numerous letters throughout the years and then finally email. It was hard to stop Rory once she was on a roll. The woman sometimes could have almost split personality at times. Normally she was the typical quite studious writer type, and at other times she could appear hyper, almost manic to others. Like most people her age, she worried about establishing a career in her chosen field, so she could opt out of quitting her a day job. Writing was her passion. She loved research, doing background work on her subject, whether it was the idea for doing novel or when writing a factual article on past or present.

The last "real" job she held was a law firm working as temp four years back in California before graduation. And that was because she had been seeing the son of a very prominent attorney-a very rich attorney that came from old money. It hadn't been Rory's stepfather's intention to play matchmaker, but rather he hoped to steer his stepdaughter in another career direction. He had good intentions, but he thought for the most part, especially after graduation that Rory's dream of being a novelist was some sort of pipe dream. He never really understood people who were of a creative bent with active imaginations. It was his hope that being in a more "practical" environment would change her. Maybe she would go into law, or at least business. Or at the very least, she would end up marrying the law student, and she'd be the wife of a young rich lawyer. Even though the young man was barely out of school, he already had a sizable trust fund plus promising career (with daddy's help) at one of Newport Beach's well-known law firms. She wouldn't have to want for anything. Little did her stepfather know how that relationship would later play out.

But Theresa didn't want to dwell on those days. She had a feeling the Rory hadn't told her everything about what had happened between her and Richard. But she could piece enough of the puzzle together from the late night calls to her apartment (Theresa then also living in California) asking if she could crash on her couch for awhile, too scared to go home, for fear he'd be there waiting for her. Somehow the young vibrant woman she knew seemed to disappear into a scared little girl.

That was nearly two years ago but she seemed to over that now as she tuned in once again to the rant:

…." I don't want to be some kind of young Barbara Cartland dammit ! She was one of the worst clichéd examples of romance writing that I've ever come across! I don't care if she sold millions of novels all over the world and was loved by all. I'd rather be the Anne Rice of pirate novels . … Or JK Rowing at least if I ever lucky enough achieve pop status. Anything but that. Im doomed to be a hack romance writer for the rest of my life! Arrrghhhhhhgh!"

Theresa looked over at her friend raising one eyebrow, "Are you finished? And by the way that's a real good pirate impression. Do that again Arrrrrrrrrr …..Ahhhh . Oh hell I cant do it."

Rory finally looked up. " Sorry. "

"Well, I got an offer for you that you will not under any circumstances refuse. Tomorrow we are getting on a nice little boat ---well a yacht really, sailing out a few miles out to shore with some of my new best friends, one of them just happens to be my fiancé, drop anchor and just relax. No more working. Give your mind a rest. You have plenty of time to obsess when you go back home. " She got up from her beach chair.

"Now wait here. I'm going to get myself some tea. Want another iced coffee? Though if you ask me you should switch to decafe. You need a shot of rum with it to calm down."

"Rum!" Rory looked at her horrified. "At ten in the morning?"

"Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it", Theresa said.

A/N: well that's it. Rand R.