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An alarm clock buzzed and a hand reached out from beneath a blanket to turn it off. Instead he clicked the snooze button and the radio blasted which was actually much worse than the buzzing. A head suddenly appeared moments later. It was a man who was in his late thirties, early forties with gorgeous dark hair and lovely eyes. He got up and made his way slowly to the bathroom to get dressed for his day. He took a long, hot shower and just let the water drip all over his body. After a long night at work, he was glad to have the afternoon off. Once this was completed, he brushed his teeth and left the bathroom with a nice red shirt and jean pants. When he was sure that everything was up to par, he began the long trek to the airport to pick up an old friend.

The ride to the airport was very boring and filled with honking and red lights. When he finally got to the terminal, all he had to do was watch the little screen to tell him when the flight from New York had landed at the airport. Of course he had to get there at least two hours early so he bought a cup of coffee and had his laptop perched on his, well, lap.

"Come on, where the hell is it," he said glancing up from time to time. Finally, he looked at it just in time to see it was being delayed for another 15 minutes. "At this rate, I can write a bloody novel," he mumbled continuing to type up his article. John Sparrow, a.k.a J. Sparrow, worked for a local newspaper as a reporter as well as a part time novelist. His latest article was one about the wonders of the Caribbean in the 17th century. He had moved to this area a few years previous (after a big fallout with his parents) and never looked back. As a young child, he was always fascinated with pirates so it came to no one's surprise that he would end up having a career that involved writing his own novels and doing monthly reports for the local paper about some little tidbit of information about that time period. He loved it here (especially since it was always warm) and there were so many interesting people who lived there. He was almost finished with it when he heard someone calling his name. "Well, if it isn't little Orlando," he said going over to meet with the boy. Orlando Turner (named for the city where he was born of course wink) was John's little brother at the Big Brother, Big Sister program from when John was in high school. They both hugged before someone else made their way over to them. "And who is this fine maiden," John asked.

"This is Keira. We met at school and I invited her to come over with me. I hope that's okay," Orlando said.

"Of course its fine. There's always room for one more. Welcome to the Caribbean love. I am John Sparrow," he said extending his hand.

"Keira Swann," she said shaking it. John took one of the bags and Orlando took the other.

"You don't still have that old truck anymore do you?"


By the time they finally got back home, it was almost dark outside. John lived in a lovely one story house right on the beach. "I'm sorry about the long ride. How was I supposed to know that the car would break down," John said taking a suitcase out of the back seat.

"I believe it was as soon as the smoke began to obscure your vision," Orlando said.

"Oh ha-ha, so witty tonight you are."

"Where does that language come from, Yoda?"

"Myself boy. Keira, if you would kindly get the mail for me since your hands are empty," John said motioning to the mailbox. John opened the front door and everyone piled inside. "Make yourselves at home. Your room Orlando is where it always is. Unless of course you'd like to give it to Miss Keira and take the couch for yourself. You're not sleeping with her are you?"

"No," the two college students said at the same time.

John smiled and nodded. "Already knew that answer. You can both have the room but if I hear anything at all then you're on the couch whelp."

"Whelp?" Keira asked.

"He always calls me that. I think he still thinks he's living in the 1600's," Orlando said. They went to drop off their bags in their room before John went over to check his mail.

"Bill, bill, letter from the publisher saying how he wants the final copy soon, another bill and TV Guide. Just wonderful. Hurry up so we can get something to eat." When they didn't come right away, he went over to the now closed door and opened it. There, the two lovers stood by a moonlit window kissing as though there wasn't a care in the world. For some reason this reminded John of something but he couldn't put his finger on it. "If you two lovebirds don't mind I'm a bit hungry. Now unless you ate something on the plane, which I find about as edible myself as a piece of cardboard with ketchup on it, then you should hurry up. I know a nice little place we can go to that's just up the street," John said. He practically pulled them out the door and they walked there (since his car looked like it would attack them for some reason if they went anywhere near it).


I hope you all liked it. I'm not really into that whole high school reincarnate thing (though I will read your story if you write one like that because I like pirates in the present day)Review please. :-)