Chapter Three

The Medallion Calls: Part I

Don't own the title of this chapter. Borrowed it from the Pirates soundtrack. I guess I don't own Rascal Flatts, either, since I reffered to them in this chapter. Good band, though. Thank your for the reviews!

The first thing that Melissa remembered about waking up that Saturday morning was that she had her window open. She could hear the birds chirping. It sounded like a blue jay was out in a tree close-by.

She stirred in her bed and rubbed her eyes. The light pink sheets were wrapped around her in a snug cocoon. She felt unambitious in getting up. She knew it was going to be one of those days that she would pop in a movie and just relax.

Slowly, Melissa opened her light blue eyes and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes that showed a heavy Scandinavian background that she displayed proudly. She noticed that she was facing her light pink wall.

Melissa felt warm. Her forehead was slightly sweaty, making a few strands of hair stick to it. She told herself that the first thing she would do was take a long shower.

She rolled over and saw the green numbers of her alarm clock read 7:45. She saw a man slumped against her oak desk awkwardly, almost like he had fallen asleep drunk there. His arm was splayed out, palm face up, his head parallel to the ground. His back was curved against the desk. One leg was at an angle with the floor.

Melissa let out a blood-curdling scream and pulled the covers closer to her. She was indecent! With the plunging neckline of the nightgown and the shortness of it – it was way above her knees – she didn't know what this man, wearing a black jacket and pants, along with a worn tricorn, was capable of! For goodness sake, a stranger was in her room!

The man's eyes flew wide open and looked around the room. "Well, the Dutchman i'nt what I expected it to be...quite decorated for a ship such as that..." The man caught glimpse of Melissa. "Ah, and some pleasurable company, too. Ye're name, love?"

"Who are you?" she asked nervously, suddenly finding her wall as nothing but a dead end.

"I asked you first," the man said.

"I don't care! Who are you and how did you get here?"

"Well, I'm assumin' this is the Kraken. Or the Dutchman. Neither are good, don't matter where."

The Kraken? What was that? And this man still hadn't answered her question. She was starting to get scared. Normally, she would have made a run for the door, but seeing as he was right by it, that didn't seem to convenient. Instead, Melissa made a mad dash to the window that was locked. She did not want to know how idiotic she looked in a nightgown such as this and unsuccessfully trying to get a window open.

She started hitting it, tears brimming her eyes. "Open!" she yelled at it.

She saw the man coming closer. Her heart started racing faster. "Don't you dare touch me!" she screamed.

The man had to nearly cover his ears. "Screamin' banshee!"

His eyes scanned the room. He looked confused, with his mouth getting all twisted. Shouldn't Melissa be having that expression on her face, instead of it being the other way around?

"Then if this isn't the Dutchman, and Davy Jones isn't in sight, then I must have landed in a strumpet's room..." the man said softly. "I get it! I was clubbed and dragged here and you had your way with me while I was unconscious. What do I owe you?"

"I am not a whore!" Melissa yelled. She realized that they way she was dressed didn't really help her in her case. She really was dressed like a whore.

"You keep telling yourself that, darling," he said.

Her shaking fingers reached for the lime green phone decorated with glittery star stickers. "I'm calling the police," her equally shaky voice said.

"I'm not so sure that they'll be able to hear ya with that closed window."

Melissa's lips drew into a thin line. "I am using a telephone, what does that have to do with anything about the window?" she tried to ask calmly.

"I'm not letting you calling the...people," he said.

"You're not going to stop me," Melissa said, pressing the talk button. But before she could dial 911, she realized that the phone in her hand was now on the cream colored carpet, and she was pinned against the wall, the man having control of both of her arms. She realized that even though he didn't look like it, he was strong.

"Let go of me!" she screamed.

"You're not going to call them!"

Melissa bit the man's arm, making him weaken his grip on her. "Bloody 'ell , what was that for?"

"Do I need an excuse?" she asked, picking the phone up. "If you leave my house when I count to five, I will not call the police and you will not be arrested. Five..."

The man looked around. "You wouldn't really do that, would ya, love?"

"Four..." she said, a little more angrily

He chuckled nervously. "You look sort of angry..."

"Three..." Melissa said through gritted teeth.

"Look, I have no clue where I am! Give a man a break?"

"Two..." she said, her blue eyes narrowing to slits. She prepared to call 911 in a second.

"I was eaten by the Kraken last night, or just a few minutes ago. Whatever it was. Can't remember too well." He paused to look at her. "You look like you're going to–"

Instead of dialing 911 like she was planning to, she decided to throw the phone at him. She saw that it hit him right in the nose. She heard him curse.

"Leave!" she yelled. "Do you want me to use CDs as numchucks next?" She picked up a Rascal Flatts CD just as a threat.

"Why did you bite me?"

She couldn't believe of all of the things, he was still hung up on her biting him. She didn't have rabies. "Take a stab."

"No one bites Captain Jack Sparrow!"

Wait, did he just say Captain Jack Sparrow? That was impossible. They had created a movie about him. The previews had never said, "Based on a true story..."

"What?" she asked.

"Cap'n Jack's never been bit in his life by a girl. Except Giselle–"

"No, your name. What's your name?"

"I just said it twice, love. You deaf or somethin'?"

"You...you're Captain Jack Sparrow. But that's impossible."

Was it? Was he really a person at one time? He looked just like in the movies, dead on. It looked like he had stepped out of the screen.

"Jack–"

"Captain, love," Jack said, crossing his arms proudly.

She rolled her eyes. "Captain, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Say it without the attitude or don't say it all," he corrected. "The last thing I remember is Lizzie kissin' me and handcuffin' me to the mast. Oh, yes, and the Kraken had me as an appetizer."

No. This was impossible. Melissa was finally cracking. She was going crazy. She was hallucinating. There was something weird in the magnetic field that put a bunch of colored dust particles together so that it looked like she was interacting with another human. But, no, that couldn't be true. He had touched her, pinned her up against the wall!

If this man claimed to be who he was, this was taking place right after Dead Man's Chest. Or, rather, he was transported to the future after said movie. But, no, time travel was impossible. Yet again, people said a lot of things were impossible. Like people said it was impossible that people could fly. The Wright brothers proved everyone wrong on that. They said women would never be equals. They were wrong, too.

But this was not about flying or equality. This was time travel! With a person that didn't exist.

Right?

"Since you know my name, I'd appreciate if you told me your's," Jack said.

"Melissa Rose Lewes," she said softly, looking confusedly into his brown, kohl-rimmed eyes.

Melissa's Blog Entry

Alright, I have a spare moment to write. Jack is upstairs eating breakfast. Captain Jack Sparrow. I must be going crazy. Of course the medallion has a curse: it makes people crazy! I'm not really seeing him! It's all in my mind. Because Jack was never alive! Was he? Oh, goodness, this is just to much to think about right now...I want to scream right now. No, better yet, I think I need to see a psychologist and have a nice, long chat. Or maybe that chat needs to be with Jack.

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