We were out of the darkness, staring at a familiar storeroom, filled with odd trinkets, and things preserved in jars. The place had an odd, questionable smell. Neither of us could identify it. The smell was halfway between incense and something… rotting.
"Is it just me, or does this place have certain Tia Dalma-ish way to it?" I asked Krissy uncertainly. "Of course, it could just be me, which it usually is."
The storeroom's door was left ajar. "Hey Becca, did you just hear something like a big bite into an apple, because that might have just been me too. But it sounded pretty realistic." She looked at me, stunned.
A voice wafted through to us. "Girls, come out of that storeroom, it's time for you to meet your shipmates." The door opened slowly and Tia Dalma appeared. "Come Krissy and Becca," She motioned with her hand out into the main room.
We stumbled after her, while familiar faces stared at unknown girls, we both blushed madly. Knowing something that no one else, except possibly Tia Dalma knew, was a bit maddening. "Hello Elizabeth, Mr. Gibbs, Will, Ragetti, Pintel, and of course, Captain Barbossa!" Krissy said to each of the people in the room, one by one. They all stared from us to Tia Dalma and back again. Knowing that these girls were with the witch-doctor had to mean something, didn't it?
While Krissy fake-flourished a curtsy to Barbossa, I turned to Tia Dalma. "What are you talking about? This isn't happening. You're all actors, Will is just Orlando Bloom." Grimacing as I said it. "And you're just Kiera Knightly." Giving another frown as I looked to her.
"The world you live in is gone. You are now in the seventeenth century before all the comforts of your houses were invented." Me and Krissy looked at her in shock, half expecting her to start laughing and call us gullible.
Yet, it would've been a lie to not say that I was enjoying being here, the whole feeling of never returning to your whole way of life is downright unnerving. (And that's just putting it mildly.) Krissy looked to me, her fear glinting almost fiercely in her eyes. "This is a joke after all, isn't it?" She gazed at Tia Dalma, searching her face for an answer.
"That is for you both to find out. It is up to the both of you to decide if you will come back to your homes. Barbossa got here in a way very close to how you both came here. Yet you two did not die. Yet, you both have a touch of destiny, a destiny that is to be fulfilled here, not in the twenty-first century." She gazed back at us. We were both completely stunned.