It took Isabelle a moment to realize that sharp stinging on her face had come from a hand. A hand, that when she opened her eyes groggily, saw belonged to her best friend. She glowered at her and, with the help of said best friend, sat up and looked around. She was on a beach. A white, sandy beach. How the hell did she get from her living room to a beach? But a closer, more detailed look said it wasn't a regular beach... Two docks were lined by each other with ships, the ones like from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean swaying gently by them. Men in breeches and long hair walked about the docks, tending to the ships.
Isabelle turned to Alice to question her when she realized what she was wearing. Her friend's auburn hair was tied up in a loose bun, few curls hanging loosely. Her skinny jeans and oversized sweatshirt had been replaced with one of the most beautiful dresses Isabelle had ever seen. Puffed sleeves, a corset bodice, and a hoop skirt. Light blue with white lace.
Alice helped her up then twirled with a big grin, "I know, it's cool, right?" Isabelle gaped at her, then at Alice's gesture looked down at herself. Her gray sweats and white tank top were gone. In place was similar to Alice's. Quarter length puffed sleeves, corset bodice, and hoop skirt. But Isabelle's dress was a light pink. She slowly lifted a hand to touch her hair. The hair that had been once a rat's nest was now sitting on her shoulders, in perfect curls. Alice laughed and twirled again, "It's like a dream come true! We're here!"
Isabelle frowned, "Where is...here?"
Alice smiled, "The move, silly." Silence. "Pirates of the Caribbean? Why do you think we're on a beach dressed like this? Why other people are dressed like this? Why the Dauntless and Interceptor are docked right over there?" Isabelle followed Alice's gaze and gasped. She was right. Both ships were docked but swaying with the sea, gigantic and beautiful as ever.
Isabelle turned back to Alice and crossed her arms, "Well then how the hell did we get here? One minute we're sitting in my living room, the next we're in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean? How does that make sense?" Alice opened her mouth to answer when Isabelle felt a tap on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes, ready to tell said person to screw off, when she turned around and got a good look at him. "Hello, luv."
The last thing she heard before she blacked out again was Alice's "Told you so..."