Little Miss Trout's Dive

"Oh my God," Kayla stuttered, "Silvia…what…who...what…where…did that really just happen?" "Either that or we're going insane." "So the pixie dust thingy actually worked?" "Yup." "But…if it really worked, then that means…" Kayla's eyes grew as big and round as saucers, and she grabbed her friend's arm. "Oh my God, we're in Pirates of the Caribbean!"

"Yes, I really think we are," replied Silvia, a large smile spreading across her face. They slowly turned their heads, looking at each other, sharing identical grins, and a moment later, they each let out a shrill, high-pitched scream and began jumping up and down, giggling excitedly and looking remarkably like two five-year-olds. "We're-in-the-movie! We're-in-the-movie!" they chanted. Suddenly, Kayla stopped.

"Oh, oh, oh, Silvia! Wait!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. Silvia halted her squealing and turned to face Kayla. "What?" "Do you know what scene this is?" "Ah…it's the prologue, isn't it?" "And do you remember who is in the prologue?" "Well, there are a lot of characters, and-" Silvia stopped, realizing who Kayla was talking about, "Ooh, right! Mini Miss Trout-Pout!"

Kayla grinned maliciously and snapped her fingers, "Bingo! And she's standing right…" She paused and pointed towards the prow of the ship. "There." Silvia followed her gaze, and saw the figure of a small girl standing besides the railing, wearing a frilly girly dress, with her perfect curls carefully tied back. "Hear that?" whispered Kayla. Silvia made to open her mouth but Kayla held up a hand. "Shhht! Listen! She's singing!" They both listened, and, sure enough, they heard the little girl's voice, singing out of tune, "Yo ho, yo ho, a Pirate's life for meee…." "Sounds more like howling to me," Silvia snorted. Kayla's grin spread wider, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "I sure hope I am," her friend answered, raising an eyebrow. The wicked grin on her face leaving no doubts as to what she had in mind.

The pair crept silently along the deck, receiving nervous or surprised glances from the crewmembers as they passed. Nobody seemed to dare to approach these strange looking damsels, whose brightly-coloured or incredibly wavy hairstyles were only at the beginning of the list of the many things that made them look frighteningly…well, odd. The two finally reached the little girl, who was still singing in her childish voice. "We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack, drink up-" Nonchalantly Kayla put her hands behind her back, in a mockingly thick British accent, cut the girl off. "Silvia, dear, don't you agree this hair-do's a bit out for this season?" Elizabeth Swann jumped, startled by their sudden appearance, and began swishing her long curls left and right, staring at them with her mouth gaping open. "Good Lord, Kayla, it is!" answered Silvia, with the same exaggerated accent, dramatically covering her mouth with her hands, before adding, "I believe that in London, this year's look is, what was it? Oh yes, wet locks and damp ball gowns!"

And in a flash, they both grabbed Elizabeth under her arms and heaved her overboard. They watched as the girl, shrieking like a banshee, splashed into the water. "Well, that was fun!" commented Silvia. "I've always wanted to do that," said Kayla smugly, "Hey…d'you reckon that dress will drag her underwater?" she then asked hopefully. "Nah, I don't think so," responded Silvia. "Little squirt's probably going to-" "Ahem."

It was their turn to jump when they heard someone clear their throat behind them. A moment later, a deep male voice was asking, "Excuse me, ladies, but I don't believe you are a part of my crew?" They swished around, and found themselves face to face with a man wearing the Navy's uniform, his brown hair neatly tied behind his head, a blue tricorn on top of it, and a vague air of arrogance about him. Kayla gasped. "Silvia," she whispered urgently, as though he couldn't hear them, "it's James Norrington!" "More like James Sexy-ngton!" Silvia whispered back. Norrington frowned, with a slightly worried look on his face.

"Ah, yes, that would be my name," he said, "but how do you-" "Lieutenant!" one of the sailors suddenly yelled. "It's Miss Swann! She's fallen overboard!" Kayla and Silvia looked guiltily at each other as Norrington leaped into action and began yelling out orders to get Elizabeth back on board. They saw him scrutinizing the ocean surface before spotting the girl's figure splashing in the water. To their pleasant surprise, they saw him start taking his coat off. "Oh my God," said Kayla, her mouth gaping open. "Is he gonna strip?"

He heard this and shot her a look that made her blush, but then shook his head and said, "I'll deal with you two later." He jumped up onto the rail and prepared to dive (very heroically) over the side of the ship. Kayla and Silvia glanced at each other before Kayla stepped forwards, gesturing out over the water. "Didn't you see? There's…there's, uh, a boy in the water!" The Lieutenant and the gathered crew all turned their heads to see an unconscious boy lying on a floating piece of wood amongst the waves. "Man…er, children overboard! Lower a longboat in the water; we'll retrieve them both!"

Elizabeth, in the meantime, had also grabbed a piece of wood, and was now holding onto it, as though annoyed by the wait. She'd long stopped screaming, and now she just looked a little bit frightened, but otherwise seemed unharmed. As all the men hurried to the rescue, they seemed to forget all about Kayla and Silvia, who were soon standing alone again. "Well," said Kayla, shrugging, "at least we made them notice Will." "Right," agreed Silvia, "Would've been a shame to have to continue without him…" "And it looks like Miss Trout-Pout's gonna be fine as well." Their conversation was interrupted however by the shout of another crewman, whose deep voice the friends immediately recognized. It was Joshamee Gibbs, the soon-to-be first mate to Jack Sparrow, and the Black Pearl.

"Mary, Mother of God!" Gibbs was hanging onto a ratline, leaning over the rail, staring wide-eyed at something in the distance. The remainder of the crew, including Kayla and Silvia, rushed forward, jostling each other as they fought to get a look. A shocked silence fell upon the deck as the men, and two women, saw what Gibbs had spotted. It was the burning wreck of a ship. It was a gristly scene, but no one could take his (or her) eyes from the raging inferno. "What happened here?" asked an older man, who wore a curled wig and a hat topped with feathers. Kayla recognized him as Governor Weatherby Swann, Elizabeth's father. "Like anyone here is going to know," murmured Silvia. "Oh, wait, we do." But before either Kayla or Silvia could say anything else, Norrington spoke. "It was most likely the powder magazine," he announced grimly. "Merchant vessels run heavily armed." "A lot of good it did them," Gibbs replied wryly, turning his gaze to Norrington. His lips twitched. "Everyone thinking it, I'm just sayin' it." "Pirates," said Kayla, Silvia, and Gibbs simultaneously. The latter of the three started and gaped at the other two, who merely smiled innocently. The Governor wrenched his eyes away from the burning wreck and shook his head hastily. "There's no proof of that!" he said, but his tone betrayed him. "It was probably an accident."

Kayla and Silvia looked to Norrington's, whose expression was hard. He turned away from the rail and began to walk purposefully up the deck, giving orders to the crewmen. "Rouse the captain immediately! Heave to and take in sail, launch the other boats!" Silvia and Kayla were left once more to watch as men piled into the longboats and rowed out towards the wreck. The pair said nothing to each other for several moments, and then Silvia sighed disappointedly. "I guess Elizabeth's important to the story too, no matter how much we loathe her," she said, continuing the conversation they had been having, as if nothing else had happened. "Hey, did you just feel that?" "Feel what?" asked Kayla, frowning. Silvia's head whipped around, her expression mirroring Kayla's. "That…that jolt," said Silvia as she poked her own arms nervously. "Like a little electric-OUCH! There it is again!" "Hey, you're right!" said Kayla, stretching her hands in front of herself. "I felt it too this time!" And suddenly, the two girls felt a tingling sensation spread through their bodies, growing increasingly stronger until they saw everything around them disappear into blackness. A split second later, they felt themselves floating in mid-air, before plummeting downwards and crashing on top of something sharp and uncomfortable.

"Ow!" exclaimed Silvia, reaching behind herself and massaging her backside. "I think I just landed on a thorn." "What the heck just happened?" Kayla asked, confused. "Where are we?" "Looks like we've landed inside some bushes," answered Silvia. "Boy, Sil, I never would've guessed that!" commented Kayla sarcastically. "All, right, genius, why don't you- what are you looking at? Kayla? Kay? I don't like that look…what…is there…oh my God," her eyes grew wider. "Is there something in my hair?" "N-not exactly," said Kayla, pointing a slightly trembling finger behind Silvia. Fearing what she was about to see, the girl slowly turned her head, and what she found made the blood in her veins freeze: an extremely big spider web, woven between two branches, and what was worst, an even bigger spider standing on it. "O-ok," Kayla was saying, "Let's not lose our heads…just keep very…very…calm."

Two seconds later, the girls stampeded out of the bushes, screaming at the top of their lungs and waving their arms madly in the air. They managed to regain control over themselves after much twitching and brushing imaginary spiders off themselves, and stopped to regain some breath. "That," said Silvia, clutching her side, "was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen!" "I agree!" was all Kayla managed to answer, panting for breath. "Hey, look!" said Silvia, noticing something peculiar. "Our clothes have changed!"

Indeed, Kayla saw that they were no longer wearing their modern clothes, but two slightly different outfits that greatly resembled those of two piratesses. They both had large, comfortable trousers, white shirts, and boots. Silvia whistled low and pulled at the loose sleeve of her shirt. "Damn, I wish we had found that pixie dust a long time ago!" "Great, I guess this solves one of our problems," said Kayla, before turning her attention to their surroundings. Now that they were once again outside, they looked around and realized that they were standing in the middle of a very familiar-looking garden. Kayla narrowed her eyes, trying to place that garden in her memory. "Where have I seen this place before?" she wondered aloud.

"It's the Governor's house!" said Silvia, before adding excitedly, "Oh, I get it! We were kicked some ten years ahead after the flashback ended to carry on with the movie!" "Ooh!" said Kayla in amazement, understanding. "Now I get it!" There was a moment of silence. "So, um, what do we do now?" asked Silvia, swinging her arms and rocking on the heels of her newly acquired boots. Kayla shook her head. "No idea. I mean, we could either wait here or – hey, wait a second!" she said, her eyes growing bright. "We've got to go to the port!" "Why?" inquired Silvia, tipping her head to the side. Kayla rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "What d'you mean, 'why'? Don't you remember who is about to disembark there?" Silvia gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth. "Oh my God, you're right!" Kayla beamed broadly. "To the port?" "Aye!" agreed Silvia enthusiastically. "To the port!"

And with that they turned around towards the large, wrought iron gates that closed over the entrance of the Governor's mansion and began merrily skipping along the pebbled path, singing A Pirate's Life for Me as they went. As the pair stepped just outside the gates, however, they bumped into a young man, causing him to drop the package he was carrying.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" he said, bending down to pick it up. When he'd straightened himself back up, he found the two girls staring wide-eyed at him, and frowned uneasily, "Ah…I'm sorry, ladies, I didn't mean to –" "Oh no, don't be sorry! It's perfectly alright," said Silvia, snapping out of her daze and smiling warmly. "Y-yeah!" Kayla managed to echo her, forcing herself to stop looking at him so fixatedly. "We were just…heading out to the…the, uh…" "Port?" whispered Silvia, nudged Kayla in the ribs, still grinning at the man they both knew was William Turner. "Yes, yes, the port!" continued Kayla hastily. Will gave them slightly surprised look, but Silvia waved it off. "Oh," he said finally, before nodding and adding, "Well, have a nice day then!" "You too!" they said in unison. "Good bye!"

And they scrambled away along the road, bursting into a fit of giggles as soon as they were out of earshot. Back at the mansion's gates, William Turner shook his head in the direction in which they'd disappeared, before turning around and resumed making his way to the house.