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Half an hour later the five of them were sitting in a circle on the floor of Carline's room discussing what had happened. According to the newcomers they had been going about their daily lives when they had all had the sensation of someone pushing them and had looked up to find themselves here. There names were Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, and Capitan Jack Sparrow.

Carline and Sarabeth were handling it fairly well considering that three pirates had managed to jump through time, space, and dimensions to crash land in a teenage girl's room.

"I hate you," Carline announced to Sarabeth,

Sarabeth looked at her friend, "I'm sorry. But you know if you didn't sleep in so late, I wouldn't have been bored and thus wouldn't have hand jived."

"A hand jive shouldn't create a vortex!" insisted Carline.

"But it did," Sarabeth observed.

Carline punched Sarabeth in the arm and looked at the others. "Listen, I have no idea how to get you home and until I have a plan you're going to have to stay here."

"As long as you have rum I figure we'll get through," Jack said.

"Don't worry my parents have some in their liquor cabinet," Sarabeth answered.

Carline looked at her clock and sighed, "You know if we don't get food in about five minutes we're going to have my parents come busting in here trying to figure out what's wrong."

Sarabeth untangled herself from where she was sitting and grinned down at the people. "Pop-tarts coming up," She sang and headed out the door.

Carline looked around the circle, and sighed again. "You know we'll have to get you some new clothes, you cant walk around in those."

"What's wrong with our clothes?" Elizabeth asked indignantly.

"Well nothing if you want to look like total losers," Carline shot back.

"She's right Elizabeth," Will said. "Clothing has obviously changed a lot since our time and we'll stick out if we go anywhere in these."

"Here Elizabeth put these on," she said handing the other woman a pair of jeans and a baby doll tee bearing a picture of butterflies. "Hang on I'll go raid Oliver's closet and see if I can find anything for you two."

"Nothing with fluttery insects on it," Jack said. "I have a reputation to uphold."

"I'll keep that in mind while looking through my quarterback older brothers clothing," Carline answered her voice dripping with sarcasm before heading out the door.

Sarabeth walked in as Carline left when she saw the pile of clothes next to Elizabeth she pointed out the door. "Bathroom's the first door on the right," she said as she handed the pastry packages to Will and Jack.

Elizabeth went out to get dressed and Carline slipped back into the room carrying two pairs of jeans and two shirts one blue and one red. "Alright who wants what," she asked holding them up.

"Red," Jack said and Will merely shrugged settling the matter.

Carline looked at Sarabeth and smiled, as she handed out the clothes. She then plopped down next to her friend and grabbed a bag of the pop tarts for herself.

Sarabeth reached in to her pocket and held up a note, "Oh yeah Carline your mom left this for you."

"Did you read it?" Carline asked as she took the note.

"NO!" Sarabeth answered hotly then paused for a moment, "Okay yes I did. Your parents are out antiquing and won't be back for a few hours, we have permission to go where we will."

Jack looked at Sarabeth and smiled a bit, "I like you. You're quite Pirate-y."

"Thank you," said Sarabeth smiling back at Jack. "Your head has beads on it."

Elizabeth chose that moment to enter and break up the mutual admiration society. Sarabeth tossed a pastry package to Elizabeth who looked at it quizzically.

Will stood and placed a kiss on his fiancé's cheek before heading off to change.

Jack finally opened his breakfast and looked at it with disgust. He cautiously lifted it and sniffed the toaster treats.

"They aren't poisoned," Carline pointed out.

"I'm not sure they're edible, eatable, able to be eaten," Jack responded.

"There fine," Sarabeth answered as she tore a piece of hers off and bit into it.

Jack nibbled at a corner of one of his own and broke into a coughing fit. "It's disgusting," Jack announced when he had caught his breath.

"You didn't eat the filling or the icing," Carline answered unimpressed.

"Oh," said Jack taking a larger bite. "Hey this is really good," Jack announced in a muffled voice spraying the girls with crumbs.

Elizabeth took a dainty bite of her own meal and smiled at the two, "very delicious, thank you so much."

Will returned and sat next to Elizabeth. Jack stood and went to change his clothes, but not before giving the girls a suggestive wink.

Will picked up his own package and began to read it for no other reason than he wanted to know what he was about to eat. "Pop-Tarts toaster pastries…"

Sarabeth giggled suddenly and looked at Will, "Sorry, but, did you know you say pastries funny."

"No I don't."

"Yeah you do. Say 'Pastries' Will."

Will was saved having to answer by Jack's return.

"I must say, I look good," Jack announced not much of his appearance had changed he was still covered in his usual stuff, only what was under them had changed.

"You aren't going out with all that on," Carline announced bluntly.

"Listen lass," Jack said. "These are my effects; they stay on my person at all times. Savvy?"

"I don't care!" Carline answered. "If you go out with a gun or a sword you will be arrested!"

"ARRESTED! Just what sort of place is this, how is anyone safe anymore?"

Sarabeth jumped up and stood between the two. "Calm down, both of you. Here Jack, put your effects or whatever in this," she announced holding up a tattered red book bag.

"It's not quite the same is it," Jack pointed out.

"I know. But I don't want to have to try and explain to the cops that I made a vortex by hand jiving and brought three pirates from another dimension into this one. They'll commit me."

"What does that mean?" Will asked.

"They'll think she's crazy and lock her up," Carline explained. "And probably do the same to us."

"I see exactly how this could be a problem," Jack answered and took the book bag.

Sarabeth mouthed 'thank you' at Jack and collapsed back onto the bed.

Carline poked her friend in the side, "None of that! We need to get them some clothes before Oliver notice's his are missing."

"Mall?" asked Sarabeth.

"Yes, mall where else would we get these people clothes?"

Elizabeth frowned, "What's a mall."

Sarabeth and Carline gasped. "Right get in the car," Sarabeth instructed.

"What's a car?" Will asked.

The girls gasped again. "They don't know about anything," Carline whispered.

Sarabeth stood and beckoned for everyone to follow her. She led them into the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door. She pointed to her silver Kia and said, "Car. Get in."

"Are you sure about this," Carline asked as she opened the back door of the car and let the three of them file in.

"Clothes first, culture later," Sarabeth answered firmly.

Carline sighed and got into the front seat. She began to explain getting buckled while Sarabeth chose what CD to listen to, she finally settled on Josh Groban deciding it would begin to ease them into a new style of music.

Sarabeth turned the keys in the ignition and the engine roared to life, behind her Elizabeth screamed and threw herself into Will's arms.

"What is that?" Will shouted.

"It's the engine," Carline answered.

"So what exactly does this car do?" Jack asked.

"It takes us places," Carline answered.

"So it's like a ship?"

"No," said Sarabeth as she put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. "It's like a car." She adjusted her mirror, pressed play on the CD player and smiled reassuringly at Elizabeth. "Don't worry we'll be there in a jiff."