Chapter 4
Someone or something nudged Grace and started bringing her around to consciousness. Then a voice drifted into her mind.
"Wake up."
Grace's eyes popped open and she found herself face to face with a young man who looked strangely familiar. Startled, she tried to back up quickly, but something limited the movement of her legs. The skirt of a dress?! What is going on? Where am I? She must have asked the last question out loud because the man answered, "You're on the Interceptor."
Why do I know that name? Why don't I know what it is? Why can't I remember anything?! Grace panicked and it showed on her face.
"It's all right. You don't have to be afraid," the young man said gently. "My name is Will Turner. I'm not going to hurt you."
Grace's heart thundered in her chest. Will Turner? I know him, I'm sure of it, but why then doesn't he know me?
Suddenly they heard a faint voice above them and Grace came to the realization that she was on a ship.
"William!"
Will rolled his eyes and looked back to Grace. "Stay here. I'll be right back. I promise no one will hurt you."
Grace was in too much shock to even move and Will had to regretfully just leave her. Once he was gone, Grace looked around frantically. What is happening to me? Why am I on a ship? Her eyes caught on a gray leather coat lying beside her and suddenly things came back to her. She remembered her father hitting her and running away. But how did she get here and where was here? She thought harder and then . . . Pirates of the Caribbean! She remembered it and the wish she'd made. The blood drained from her face. I'm in Pirates of the Caribbean! No, it's not possible! It has to be a dream, but since when do dreams feel so real? This has to be real! Grace didn't know whether or not to be excited or absolutely terrified. The scariest part was that she remembered what Pirates of the Caribbean was and that she loved it, but she had absolutely no memory of what happened in it!
Taking a deep breath, Grace forced herself to calm down. Standing, she felt a bit wobbly, but she steadied herself against a post. Something else just then occurred to her. I just talked to Will Turner! Though her memories were hazy at best, she did recollect that she liked Will . . . a lot. She wasn't sure if that was really a very good thing considering her situation. Taking another deep breath, she told herself to just except what was happening and she was actually quite calm until she heard footsteps and saw Will coming back down. Her heart started beating wildly again, though this time fright and shock were not the cause.
Will walked over to her and was glad to see that she didn't look nearly as frightened.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked.
"Yes," Grace said, suddenly feeling very shy.
"Good." Will paused. "What is your name?"
For a second, it suddenly slipped her mind as Grace's eyes met his deep brown ones.
"Grace Morgan," she finally managed without making too big a fool of herself. She noticed Will glance at her arm and then study her face again.
"Are you seriously injured, Miss Morgan?"
Grace lightly touched the very sore bruise that had blackened on her face and then shook her head. "I'm all right."
Will still looked concerned, but nodded anyway. "I just talked to Captain Sparrow and he wants to see you," he told her.
"Captain Jack Sparrow?" A quick memory of Jack flashed in Grace's mind.
"Yes, do you know him?"
"No, I, uh, have heard of him before." Grace hated lying to Will of all people, but what could she say? That she'd seen Jack in a movie she now couldn't even remember? Out of the question.
Will nodded again. "Come with me."
