Journey to the Caribbean

Disclaimer: I own nothing…except for the character Angie and the made up word crappit. My friend owns Shira and fark. We've seen the movie over 100 times. YES! We are obsessed with pirates and such. WHO CARES!

Besides Johnny is a great actor who knows exactly what he's doing…so does Orlando.

Feedback: Yes please I do appreciate advice and what not…but please if you don't like the story or the actors I must ask that you keep rude comments to yourself…insulting the actors is just as bad as insulting me.

News: PotC 2 comes out sometime in 2006 so be prepared.

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Chapter 1: Visitors in Port Royal

Angie groaned and tried to sit up but was gently pushed back down by a pair of strong but gentle hands.

"Easy luv. Just rest, you've got a nasty bump on your head."

'That voice…it's so familiar.' She opened her eyes and sat up so quickly that she was overcome by a wave of nausea and had to lie back down. 'It's Jack Sparrow…I don't believe it.'

"Easy, you and your friend must have been through some ordeal. You've been out for hours." Jack said as he placed a wet cloth on her forehead. She groaned and closed her eyes.

"Did anyone get the name of that ship?" groaned Angie's friend Shira, who had yet to open her eyes.

"What ship!" Angie yelled, jumping up. Jack caught her as she started to fall overboard.

"The one that ran us over." Shira replied, still not opening her eyes.

Angie, still holding on to Jack, slowly made her way to Shira. She sat down and poked Shira in the neck. Shira squeaked and opened her eyes, and glared at Angie. Then she looked around.

"HOLY FARK!" she yelled, jumping up and spontaneously lost her balance. She started to fall overboard and grabbed Angie's sleeve, pulling her into the water as well. Shira resurfaced and swam back to the boat; Angie resurfaced but was still to weak and couldn't stay afloat.

Jack dove into the water just as Angie went under. Shira watched from the boat, still gasping for air. Seconds ticked by till suddenly, Jack resurfaced with a sputtering Angie in tow. Shira helped him get her into the boat as she (Angie) passed out again. He climbed in and checked her pulse and breathing to make sure she was still alive. He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and covered her with a blanket.

"That was close. What say we don't stand up again 'ey?" Jack said, turning to Shira. Shira nodded her head and sat down.

Jack stared at the two while Angie slept and Shira got comfortable. The two were complete opposites in looks and characteristics. Shira had long black hair, which she kept pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her eyes were a dark jade green, and her skin was dark but soft. Angie was a lot taller than her, with long brown hair that reached just below her shoulders, that was kept in a wild bun, with the ends splayed around the loop. She had a light tan, like his, that made her appear to glow. What captivated Jack the most, were her dark, stormy blue eyes, that had a soft green surrounding the pupil. He wondered how it was possible but didn't dwell on it to much, and instead opted for a short nap while they drifted.