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A Teenager's Guide to Living with Pirates

Chapter 2

Leah

What would you do? I mean, seriously, I was stuck. In a pickle. No way out. Just as you think everything's going just fine, BOOM, reality blows it all up in your face. Or rather, an alternate reality.

"Ugh…" Jack groaned, underneath the pile. Will was still asleep, even though Gibbs fell on top of him.

I decided to take a step forward. "Um… is everyone okay?"

"Not…exactly…"

"Here." Sam stepped forward warily and placed a hand on Anamaria's arm as if to shake her awake, but drew back and gasped.

"What?" I asked her. "What's wrong?"

"They're real!"

I rolled my eyes. "No, duh they're real." I dragged Anamaria's limp body off of Gibbs and into my room, then Gibbs, then Barbossa, then Tia Dalma, so that Jack, Will, and James were free. Will was still knocked out, as were Anamaria, Tia Dalma, Gibbs, and Barbossa. Jack and James stood before me, heads dazed but swords drawn. "Now, children," James began, "I would like you to please explain where we are."

"And why am I not dead?" Jack continued.

You know how Pirates of the Caribbean fans think it would be so awesome to meet anyone from the movie, pirate or not. How most fans would kill to even meet Governor Swann, let alone James Norrington and Jack Sparrow?

Well, it's not all it's cracked up to be, especially when they're threatening you.

See, it goes like this. You scream, waking and scaring the hell out of two skilled swordsmen, they point two shiny, dangerous, razor sharp metal sticks at you that could cut through your skin like butter. Ohmigod, this is so fun? That was the response you were expecting? Think again. Sam and I did what any sane person would do.

Scream and hide under my bed sheets.

I feel so brave.

"Um… Miss? We don't want to harm you." Said Jack. I heard him sheathe his sword, and, most likely reluctantly, Norry did the same.

I looked at Sam, her brown hair frizzed out from moving under the sheets, and my braid had probably come out. I mouthed to her, What do we do?

She shrugged.

I couldn't think of anything. We might as well stop being wimps. Sam smiled, semi-nervously, at that.

I peeked from under the sheets, Jack looking down at me, one eyebrow raised. Sighing, I jumped out of the bed and brushed myself off, and then Sam jumped out and bumped into me, almost knocking me to the ground. Oh crap.

A warm hand caught mine, and pulled me back up. I looked up, and it was… Norrington.

Whatever. I have bigger problems to worry about.

Sam began to give an explanation to them, "Um, your in Southern Virginia, basically Virginia Beach.

I took a deep breath. "You are in Virginia in the year 2009. Centuries have passed, and you guys are…. Well you're fictional. I would explain everything, but everyone else is knocked out and I'd rather not repeat myself."

"Hold up there." Gibbs said. Apparently he had woken up. He staggered over to us, not quite awake, but certainly surprised. He rubbed his eye. "Fictional? We're not fictional! I'm right here, ain't I?"

"That's the problem." Sam told him.

"Here, let's wake everyone up."

Julie walked into the room. "I got the party out. They were pretty disappointed, but I told them it was because you were having a mystery guy over. Which is half true. It piqued their interest. You're popularity is at an all time high. I CALL WAKING UP THE MONKEY!" She dashed over to the monkey and started to shake him violently while screaming, "BREATHE, Jack. BREATHE! You have a whole life ahead of you! Don't give up on me now! I LOVE you!"

Jack turned to me, "Who is that?"

"That," I said, glancing at Julie, "is a Monkey Murderer."

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