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Here it is folks! PORT ROYAL!

Good Morning Port Royal

"What girl is this?"

"What strange garb."

"She looks as if she is a pirate?"

"Where did she come from?"

"Someone get the Commodore!"

"I'm already here Mr. Murtogg."

It took Robin a while to comprehend what the voices were saying. She slowly opened her eyes. A man in a white powdered wig stood over her, a disapproving expression on his pale face. He uncannily resembled an ice cream.

Robin began to sit up, drawing gasps from the crowd of people grouped around her. An incredible pain suddenly grew from the back of her head. She held it, groaning. Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet, looking around as the natives backed away, one woman fainting into a man's arms.

It looked as if Robin had landed right in the middle of the busiest street of an eighteenth century town on a dirty cobblestone road. The natives around her were all dressed in tights and long official-looking coats or, in the women's cases, long poofy dresses that reached the ground. Nearly everyone wore a large white powdered wig.

Robin turned around and spotted a beach on the ocean. Ocean? Was there supposed to be an ocean in Chicago?

On the docks small negro boys ran around, holding things for rich men or fishing off the wooden planks. Large negro men were loading and unloading cargo off of the very authentic humongous ships that bobbed in the water.

Robin looked around again and saw the Ice Cream man standing two feet away. She took a small step back, looking him straight in the eye.

"Excuse me Mister—"

"Commodore Norrington," said the Ice Cream man.

"Excuse me Commodore, but where exactly am I?" asked Robin curiously. Norrington looked at her oddly before answering.

"You are in Port Royal," he said hesitantly.

"And Port Royal is where?" asked Robin. Some of the people in the crowd whispered to each other. Norrington raised an eyebrow, wondering if this was a joke.

"The Caribbean. And it is year 1642 if you need to know that as well," he said, chuckling at his own joke. Some of the onlookers sniggered.

"Thank you. I did need to know that. Now I'll just be on my way," said Robin, frowning at him and bowing dramatically and turning to walk off somewhere eles, but she found herself enclosed by a ring of people.

Norrington was still staring at her with a look that told her quite plainly that he was very concerned for her sanity. Robin took that to mean that she wasn't headed anywhere until he knew her purpose in this…Port Royal or whatever.

"Well…hello. My name is Robin Turlo and I am from the future," she said, holding out her hand and grinning.

Apparently the Commodore took this as evidence that she actually was not of sound mind. Not that she was but Norrington clearly thought so.

One of the Commodore's soldiers, by name of Mullroy, stepped forward and began whispering to Norrington.

"What do we do with this one? We can't let her walk around the city, disturbing our citizens' lives. They'll become suspicious and riot on us for breached security and letting vandals walk free amongst the innocent and vulnerable," he said.

"What do you want me to do? She hasn't done anything against the law," said Norrington hopelessly.

"…Have her jailed for piracy," suggested Mullroy.

"Piracy?" asked Norrington.

Mullroy nodded at a man behind Robin, who was nodding at the Commodore and lowering his pocketwatch into Robin's pocket. Commodore Norrington nodded back and straightened up.

"Miss Turlo!" he said. Robin turned back to him.

"Yes Captain?"

"Commodore."

"Whatever."

"You are to come with us to be questioned," said Norrington, nodding at his officers Murtogg and Mullroy.

They moved forward and each took a firm grip on her arms, leading her up the street.

Robin recognized the grip and the serious set looks on the guards' faces. She broke free.

"Oooohh no. You're not taking me to jail!" she said, backing away, but being stopped by the wall of onlookers.

Murtogg pulled out his musket and cocked it, pointing it threateningly at Robin. Robin grabbed onto it and flipped the holder flat on his back on the cobblestones. Mullroy, in surprise, pointed his musket and fired at her. The bullet shot straight into Robin's right forearm. Robin, however, paid it no mind. She didn't even flinch. She just went on forward, grabbed his musket, and flipped Mullroy backwards; him landing flat on his back.

Two more guards ran up and took firmer holds on her arms. Commodore Norrington strode up and quickly clamped Robin's hands in heavy gray irons.

"You are under arrest for assault on two military officers and piracy," he said, a smug smile playing its way onto his face. Robin stared at them incredulously.

"I haven't committed piracy," she argued.

"I beg to differ, Madam," said Norrington, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out the pocketwatch. "I believe this is yours, sir."

"Thank ye, Commodore," said the man who had placed the watch in her pocket, grinning evilly at Robin, exposing his rotting yellow teeth.

Robin sighed miserably as the crowd parted and the two soldiers escorted her to the large stone jail.

(There is NO way my luck could be THIS bad!) she thought, shaking her head disbelievingly.

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