The waves crashed upon the small brig that was coasting over the navy blue waters. It was nighttime, and only a lone candle was lit from within the captain's cabin. And inside...you would find me...Mlle. Fox Authoress Extrodiaire. Did I even spell that right?
Anywho, I was typying away on my imaginary laptop computer. Trying to piece together the few remaining chapters of each story I had in the works. On my mind currently, was my version of At World's End. After seeing the trailer and the website for the real movie, I was beginning to wonder if my tale even measured up. I sighed, letting my chin rest in my hand. I cast my eyes randomly round the room, when a movement of shadows came from the corner. Sensing someone's presence, I stood to my feet and retrieved my pistol.
"Who's there? Show yourself." I said, my voice convincingly brave. From the darkness, out stepped,
"Bootstrap? Bill Turner?" I said echoing the very words Jack Sparrow used himself.
"Time's up Lass." his deep gravely voice said.
"For what?" I asked.
"We gave you the chance to write your own version of our story Fox...but you hit a reef and crashed." Bootstrap said.
"It's just a little writer's block." I began to protest.
"You can't talk your way out of this one." Bill said.
"Okay seriously? We really need to stop quoting the movie here." I said with my hand on my hip. Bootstrap gave a ghost of a smile (no pun intended). Even the barnacles growing on his face seemed to be laughing silently.
"You realize you've only mentioned me once? And I didn't even talk." he said with a slight chuckle.
"I was going to bring you back in the story..." I said dejectedly.
"We have something for you. Something to help you." Bill said stepping forward. He grabbed my wrist with his cold pale hand and I began to object,
"Oh no! I don't need any kalamari chasing my butt to inspire me!"
Then to my wonder, he placed a small, red, paperback book in my hand. Glancing at the title and the familiar skull and crossbones, I gasped. My face screwed up with delight and I squealed,
"The junior novelization of 'At World's End'! With pictures!"
"Well the movie is just a little over a month away." Bill said.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" I said flipping through the pages.
"Thank me by starting over. From the beginning. You can add Arabella where you want...but stick to the plot outlined in this book." Bootstrap said tapping the book.
"Won't the fans get upset?" I asked.
"Let them decide which version they like better. Your incomplete version at the beginning of the story or the completed movie version with your added character. But first write it out before you post." Bootstrap warned me. As he turned to go, I called after him,
"You know this totally spoils the third movie!"
"Hey...it's Disney who published the novel first...Besides...you get to play around with the ending." Bootstrap shrugged before beginning to dissolve into the shadows. Suspicion dawning on me, I flipped to the last chapter and read a moment or two before crying out in upset, frantically flipping the pages,
"Hey! Where's the ending? They left off the ending!"
"Pirates." Bootstraps voice echoed from the shadows. I was alone once more. I sat at my computer again, reading closely, then eyeing my keyboard. I slowly grinned.