A/N: Based off another dream I had recently. Might seem weird, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy dreaming about fictional characters. :D

Sorry it's so short. It's actually very unlike me to write chapters this short, but it was all I could do to retell what I saw in my dream, while still keeping the focus on POTC characters.
I tweaked it a bit and included other characters from the movie, because...well, otherwise it would just be a random fic that so happened to have Maccus in it. Including other POTC characters makes me feel like it deserves to be under the POTC section (even though Maccus was the only one in the dream.) So yeah, I did change it up so that it would make more sense. Because let's face it: dreams almost never make sense, and I didn't necessarily want this to be a crack-fic, lol.

I thought about writing it as a different girl from the first story, but seeing as how it's supposed to be me (as I was in my own dream), I decided to leave it the same person.

The Storm

The water was rising higher with every passing minute. The house by the sea was doomed, and everyone inside knew it.

People of all sorts had been living there: friends, family, and some who weren't familiar at all. But in those frightening moments, friend and stranger alike were united in their collective terror and desire to escape the flooded house and massive waves engulfing the shore.

Mary-Anne was making her way toward a ship that was docked by the coast. It wasn't a huge ship, but many people were climbing aboard for safety, or perhaps for some unknown purpose or destination. She had no way of knowing, but neither did she have time to worry about it.

As she got on board the ship, she looked back to shore. She was relieved to find that most of the people - including some of her family members - were quickly making their way to safety. Why they hadn't chosen to get on the ship, she didn't know.

She looked back and saw Maccus at the helm. His shoulders were hunched, and his legs spread apart, trying to keep his balance on the reeling vessel.

Nearby, Koleniko shouted an order to her. It was hard to hear him over the sound of the crashing waves, tearing wind, and the passengers voices - but she scurried off to obey what she thought he had asked her to do.

Although there was much noise and confusion from the passengers and crew, she kept her wits about her long enough to climb up the rope-ladder and secure the rigging. She felt nervous as she carried out the order; it was out of her element. She had little to no experience crewing a vessel, but she did the best she could - there was no time to do anything but obey orders.

When the task was finished, they were beyond the invisible borders of shallow water. Yet they weren't far from land yet. Though they were among deeper waters, they were still within the confines of a bay. A lush forest sat on shore not far away.

Mary-Anne turned and saw that the passengers were now taking a hand in securing the ship. The storms' fury was increasing, and they were beginning to fear for their lives. The crew, although they were putting much effort in trying to maintain control of the ship, were far less fearful, being more than used to the extremities and unpredictability of the sea.

Palifico dashed by, paused for a moment to order Mary-Anne back up to secure the rigging (it became undone), and took off again.

A little less hesitant this time, she climbed the rope ladder and assisted the other sailors as best she could. Thankfully it wasn't an incredibly tall mast (she was not fond of heights.)

One of the people assisting her was a friend. In all the confusion, she hadn't noticed that she was on board. "It's no good!" her friend shouted as the ship lurched, and they clung to the wooden pillars for dear life. "What are we supposed to do?"

Mary-Anne blinked rainwater out of her eyes and looked down toward Maccus, who had turned from the helm. She called, "You! You're a seaman. What should we do?"

Maccus glanced up at the two of them and said, "Come and get some stronger rope!"

Mary-Anne eased herself down from the mast as swiftly as she could. Maccus had already provided some rope, and was handing them out in bundles to various participating passengers. Mary-Anne approached him, and he held the last bundle of rope out to her. She took it from him, letting her touch linger on his hand before proceeding with her task.

Her heart beat as she scurried back up the mast, with all due effort, considering the state of the wind and sea.

She and her friend secured the rigging for the final time. It was there to stay.

Without wasting another second, they climbed back down on deck and awaited further orders. But none came.

The passengers on the ship began to exclaim in delight. Some of them pointed toward the sky.

Mary-Anne looked up, and saw a break in the clouds. A beautiful ray of sun shone through, and began to spread toward them.

'The storm's clearing,' she thought with a smile.

The waves gradually calmed, and the wind died down to a milder level.

The passengers and crew alike cheered the clearing storm, and their success at keeping the ship and its people safe. The chaos was over.

'We're safe now, thank God,' she thought. She looked down, a soft grin still plastered on her face, and stroked the fingers that had touched the rope and Maccus's hand.