Chapter 1

Yaniv POV:

"It shall be done." Katherine looked over at me, surprised.

"What are you taking about, Niv?" She asked me.

"We will watch all four Pirates of the Caribbean in a row, without falling asleep!" Katherine rolled her eyes at me.

"We'll see what happens when Kira gets here." I nodded my head in agreement. But when will she get here? I wondered. I seem to have magic voodoo powers, because the doorbell rang as a conclusion to my thought. I sprinted to the door and quickly opened it. Kira smiled, her Asian hair laid perfectly straight against her shoulders, apart from the one braid that was framing her face. I always told her that the braid reminded me of Captain Jack Sparrow. She always laughed and shook her head at me. Katherine finally joined our little door party and we said good-bye to Kira's parents. The three of us walked into my room to put Kira's slumber bag down.

Suddenly, something came flying at my face. Using my intense Krav Maga (Israeli self-defense) reflexes, I caught it before it took out my eye. Looking down at the plastic in my hand, I realized it was a toy sword.

We are definitely ready.

Four Pirates of the Caribbean movies later, Katherine, Kira and I were completely zonked. We gossiped for about five minutes about our schoolmates, then fell asleep.

We were awoken by a loud bang. Suddenly, Tia Dalma stood in front of us. I heard Katherine gasp and Kira mumble an exclamation while I simply stared with an open mouth. Tia Dalma looked us over, and then nodded.

"You t'ree. You are worzy o' dis task." I blinked. What? "Yeez…you t'ree will do fine." She stated. She napped her fingers. Everything went black.

My eyes snapped open. Just like my (Krav Maga) training taught me, I quickly stood and surveyed my surroundings. There was a dark red door a few feet from me. On the adjacent wall was a window with wooden panels covering the view. The window seemed to be in the exact center of a dirty, blue wall. In fact, the whole room was the same, yucky blue. There was a small bed in one corner, covered with a moth-ridden tan blanket and a matching pillow. At the foot of the bed was a large chest that had its top open, and stuffed to the brim with clothes. In the center of the room laid Kira's and Katherine.

Kira started looking around after I did my quick 360: she eyed me and quirked an eyebrow. I merely shrugged. I noticed Katherine behind her-faced scrunched up and short brown hair looking ever more pixie-like than ever-finally open her eyes. I decided to break the silence.

"What the hell?"

Just then, the door burst open. An old woman in a disgustingly low dress stormed in. her painted face scrunched up as she scanned us.

"Wha' are ye wearin'? Clothes are in there. 'urry up. Yer customers don' wanna see ye in 'at." She indicated the chest at the foot of the bed, then the pajamas we were still in. she then left, promptly slamming the door behind her.

"Ommagad!" Kira breathed. "I think we're in Pirates of the Caribbean!" Katherine and I rolled our eyes at each other.

"Or maybe we just watched so many hours of it that we're all dreaming about it." I suggested, but Kira shook her head.

"No!" She insisted. "How could we all have the same dream?"

"Inception?" I received only a glare.

"Who cares how we got here. What are we supposed to do?" Katherine interjected. Katherine was super smart, and always seemed to know what to say/do.

"Go with it, I s'pose." Yep, I'm the great strategizer. Kira agreed whole-heartedly, though, and walked over to the large chest.

The three of us looked in and saw dresses. A lot of them. Kira picked up a green one, her favorite color. Katherine, a bit larger than Kira and I, found that a light pink one worked for her. I heard footsteps approaching, so I took the first one my hands found, and dragged it out the door didn't open, and the steps faded away a collective sigh was exhaled. It was almost a little how in synch the three of us were…

We helped each other put on the corsets that went with each of our dresses after a quick shrug and a 'well what else are we supposed to do?'

My dress turned out to be quite lovely. It was a deep violet and ran all the way to the floor. The sleeves were a tad tight over my muscles, and I made a mental note to fix that as soon as I could.

Katherine looked pretty as well. Her naturally pretty face had make-up, but not enough to look like that dog-in-lipstick that had walked in earlier. Katherine's pink dress was long-sleeved and floor length, and the corset worked its magic on her. She looked like a freaking princess.

Kira, however, looked stunning, as per usual. Being half-Swiss, half-Japanese seemed to have its benefits. Her dark green dress was the most conservative, swooping down to show only a little cleavage. It was extremely elegant on her.

*Crack* Tia Dalma appeared. She looked at the three of us.

"Good, you are going along wit' it." She said, her lovely Jamaican accent putting me at ease. "T'ings will be explained eventu'lly. But 'till t'en, juz trust me. Keep going like dis and find your way to a ship. Don't looze each oda t'ough. Each of you iz important."

"To what?" I asked, impatient.

"Have pat'ence, Yaniv" her words of wisdom filled the air until another large crack.

"Productive." I stated sarcastically, and started walking towards the door. Kira and Katherine stared at me.

"She's right to leave. We need to do as Tia Dalma told us." Katherine reasoned.

The three of us slipped down the hall. I walked toward the music that was coming from a large yellow room at the end of the hall. The old hag in a dress met us at the end of the hall, just in front of the room. As she spoke, I looked at what was going on in the room.

"New girls!" The yellow room was filled with drink men and women dressed like Kira, Katherine and me. "Ye each been booked." Two men got into a fight, knocking over a chair that spilled another man's drink. "Go t' rooms 15, 16, an' 17" The third man tried to join the fight, but hit another man. The music being played by an accordion played, a drummer and a flautist in a corner seemed to get louder. "an' do yer thing." Glasses broke, bottles thrown, and many people ran out of the tavern when shots started firing. "Go as far as ye want, just get paid." The bulldog finished.

I looked at the ground and saw a shiny-gold coin. As the dog walked away, I picked it up off the ground. Kira and Katherine started walking back down the corridor talking quietly-"'As far as you want?'" "'as long as you get paid?'". I turned the coin over in my hand with only one thought on my mind. Pirates…