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fanfiction are the complete property of Walt Disney,
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1. The Adventure Begins

In a two-story house in Southern Maryland, four girls were in a bed room, making
a human totem pole in an attempt to put a poster on the ceiling. This room’s walls were
white, or at least what could be seen of them. On each of the four walls, there were large
posters. One poster was promoting the popular anime, Ouran High School Host Club, all
of the handsome boys, smiling with hands extended. Another poster was of the band, the
Jonas Brothers. The third was of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, shirtless. The fourth was
of the Powerpuff Girls.
The dresser at the wall closest to the window was a cream color, a large square
mirror sitting atop of it. Across it, there were various perfumes and body sprays as well as
make-up. Numerous photos took up the wall space around the mirror.
In the center of the room, the girls swayed back and forth, attempting to stay
steady in order complete their primary objective, getting the room’s owner’s newest
poster onto the ceiling. The base of this tower of teenagers was a slim girl of the
Caucasian persuasion, her knees quivering in an attempt to hold the other girls up. Her
eyes were a green-grey color, a large hazel spot in the right eye and her light blonde hair
fell down in waves to her shoulders. She was dressed in a tight white tank top that cut off
just above her blue jean skirt, white flip flops on her feet. Around her shoulders were the
legs of the girl above her.
This girl’s skin was lightly tanned and her large eyes were a bright chocolate
brown. Her waist length red-brown hair was pulled into a ponytail by a sugary pink
ribbon. She wore a pink t-shirt and dark blue jean shorts with a studded belt going
between the loops. The outfit was completed by pink and black Puma sneakers. A red
heart shaped necklace hung from her neck. She was struggling to keep the two girls
above her from falling. “Miranda, tell Graci…” she grunted to the girl on her shoulders,
tilting a little, “To hurry up…”
This girl, Miranda, nodded. Her skin tone leaned more towards caramel. Her thick
ebony hair was pulled into two pigtails that fell gently over shoulders. She wore a sky
blue short-sleeved hoodie and white capris. Blue see-through flats were on her feet. Her
dark brown eyes went up to the girl on her shoulders. “Chino, Cecelia says to hurry up.”
She told the girl on her shoulders, trying to keep a grip on her legs.
The girl at the top of this tower, Graci, gave her friend an icy glare from her
chocolaty brown eyes. Her skin had the pale tone of coffee mixed with cream and her
very dark red brown hair was adorned with a black headband. She wore a shirt modeled
after the Ghanaian flag and black capris. She was not wearing any shoes at the moment.
“I wouldn’t have to hurry up, if Bethany would stand still!” she snapped, reaching up in
another attempt to get the poster onto the ceiling.
“That is so not my fault.” The blonde, Bethany, argued from the bottom, swaying
a little bit as she held Cecilia to her shoulders, “You guys are heavy!”
Miranda grunted a little bit. “While we’re young, here, Graci.”
Through the poster, Graci felt the ceiling on her fingertips. She immediately
switched to her palms and slapped the poster onto the ceiling. “Yes!” she shouted with
triumph, throwing her hands into the air.
In doing so, she tilted a little bit which led the whole tower to move. Brittany’s
knees finally gave out on her and she dropped, the other three girls falling on top of her
with a scream. Groaning, they pushed themselves off of each other, dusting off their
clothes and fixing their hair.
Despite the way they bickered, these four very unusual girls were actually the best
of friends.
Graci was the one whose room they were currently standing in. They had all come
over so that they could go to the mall together rather than going on a scavenger hunt for
each other as they had before. However, Graci had insisted that they put up her newest
poster before they left.
However, none of them could really complain. It was a Pirates of the Caribbean
poster. Their love for that movie was one of the many things that held the girls together
as a group.
They all walked over the Graci’s bed and fell back upon it, letting out contented
sighs as they looked up at the ceiling, almost swooning. Captain Jack Sparrow and
William Turner, two of the main characters from the movie were standing back to back,
looking very menacing, but deliciously hot. “Ay, papis chulos…” Graci said, fanning
herself.
“You said it.” Cecilia agreed with her cousin, her eyes carrying a little spark in
them she only got when she saw something she wanted.
Bethany’s face was painted with disappointment and her lip came out in a slight
pout. She turned to look at Miranda, who was staring up at Will dreamily. “How come
Norrington is never on any of the posters?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest,
“That doesn’t seem fair.”
Cecilia laughed. “Of course it’s fair! Jack’s hot, he’s not.” She said, blowing a
kiss up to the ceiling.
She was a big Jack Sparrow fan. And why not? He was played by Johnny Depp,
for goodness’ sake.
“Plus,” Miranda continued, “He’s the bad guy.”
“Nuh-uh! Jack, Will and everyone else are pirates, so technically they’re the bad
guys.” She explained, trying to make them understand her liking for Norrington. “All the
Commodore wants to do is keep the peace.”
“Whatever,” the other girls said.
Bethany huffed.
Miranda’s eyes went back up to the poster. “I think Will is better than both of
them. I mean, he’s really hot, he’s a great swordsman, he’s cool—”
“And he’s mine.” Graci finished for her, putting her hands behind her head.
Miranda sat upright, eyes wide and jaw dropped. Then her eyes narrowed
competitively, her hands falling upon her hips. Bethany and Cecilia bit their lips,
knowing exactly where this was going.
“I’m the smart one.” Miranda said.
 “As do I, but I’m the sassy one.” Graci countered.
“I’m the classy one.”
“I’m practically a pirate.”
“I’ve got the looks!”
Miranda rose to her feet, striking a model-like pose.
Graci also stood up, flipping her hair. “I’ve got looks as well,” she said, her
accent having turned British, “And I’m a Brit!”
The two glared at each other. If one looked hard enough, they would be able to
see the invisible lightening bolts of competition coming from each of their eyes. Bethany
jumped up from her spot on the bed, going to stand in between them and pushing them
apart. “Chill out, you two!” she ordered with a roll of her eyes.
Cecilia sat up, sighing. “You guys have been best friends for years. Will’s just a
movie character.” Her eyes went back up to the ceiling. “A cute movie character…” She
shook her head to calm herself. “But a movie character, nonetheless.
Miranda and Graci growled, turning away from each other with a small huff.
After a few moments, their expressions softened and they looked at each other. They
opened their arms and then went into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” they said at the same
time before laughing at the fact that they did, “I forgive you.”
They shared another laugh. “Caramel, let’s not fight over Will again…” Graci
started.
“Unless, by chance, we actually meet him, Mocha Chino.” Miranda finished.
Cecilia and Bethany smiled as the light hearted atmosphere returned to the room.
It was funny the things that girls would do in the presence of hot-ness.
They all sat down on the bed, their eyes trailing back up to the poster. With a
giggle, Cecilia turned to the other girls. “So, are we ready to go to the mall or what?” she
asked, jumping to her feet.
Bethany nodded her head with a wide grin, running her fingers through her wavy
hair. “You bet!”
Graci got up and walked to her closet, reaching down into it. “Just give me a sec
to grab my—SHOOOOOES!”
Her friends watched as she tumbled down into the closet, her scream dying out
slowly.
Miranda’s eyes went wide and she gasped. “Graci!” she shrieked, running over to
the closet to see what happened, “Are you Ok—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
She was the next to disappear into the closet. “Miranda!” Bethany shouted,
jumping up from the bed and dashing straight into the closet, only to disappear as well
with a startled yelp.
Cecilia sat with a blank expression on her face. Slowly, she stood and walked
over to the closet. Before stepping into it, she looked down into it to see what the source
of this madness was and her eyebrows pushed together. She got down onto her hands and
knees, putting her hand to the floor. However, there was no floor for her to touch. It was
replaced by a black abyss.
She stood to her feet again, cautiously looking down at the endless pit in her
cousin’s closet. She started to wonder if she should really go in after them. Her cousin
and her two best friends were down there, but she didn’t know what else was down there.
She was never the type of person to go into something she didn’t know. She shrugged her
shoulders.
“Banzai!” She cried as she jumped in.

After falling for what seemed like seemed like an eternity, a bright light blinded
Cecilia and she braced herself for impact. She was pleasantly surprised by the fact that
her landing was soft and warm. And also a bit noisy.
“Will you guys get off of me?!” Graci yelled, though her cries were muted by the
girls on top of her.
Cecilia looked down to see that she was actually sitting on Bethany. Bethany was
sprawled on top of Miranda, who was sandwiched between her and Graci.
Startled and somewhat fear-stricken by her loud shout, the three of them jumped
up their feet. Miranda twiddled her fingers nervously as she took notice of the scowl on
Graci’s face. “Are you—” she started to say.
“Upset?! Of course I am! Furious, even!” she yelled, her British accent in use at
the moment. “No, actually, I’m absolutely livid!!”
Miranda scoffed, rolling her eyes hard. “We get it, you’re British! Stop
showing… Off…” her voice trailed off and her hand flew over her mouth.
It wasn’t just Graci that had the British accent anymore. All of a sudden she had
one, too. She looked over at Bethany and Cecilia who had yet to have said anything.
“Bethany, what color is my shirt?” she asked completely out of nowhere.
Bethany raised an eyebrow at her friend. “What kind of a question is—” With a
small squeak, she clamped both of her hands over her mouth. Her accent had changed as
well. “My voice!”
Cecilia squealed, hopping up and down with excitement and clapping her hands.
Funny, she had just been leery of this… “This is so cool!” she cheered, “How is this
possible?”
Suddenly her earlier suspicion set in and she looked around. They were at a dock,
surrounded by gruff sea traders and fishermen. Many sloops and frigates floated in the
water, held down by their anchors. But the thing that caught her attention is that
everybody was dressed in waistcoats, trousers and tricorn hats. Nobody dressed like this
in Maryland unless it was Halloween.
She walked over to Graci and tugged her sleeve. “Graci, where are we?” she
asked.
“Forget that,” Bethany said, her shoulders lifting in a shrug. “I’m wondering
when we are.”
“Where, I don’t know. By the looks of it, though,” Graci said, stroking her chin,
“We’re in the 18th century. I think.”
The dark-haired girl had also been looking around. Everything seemed so familiar
to her, but she just couldn’t place where she had seen this all before. So far, from what
she could tell, they had gone back in time. It was just like a story book. Her eyes
widened; maybe she had seen this setting in her books? She then shook her head. No, no,
that’s not it…
Then, she looked out at the sea, and her jaw dropped open. Coming towards the
dock in the crow’s nest of a sinking boat was a tanned man wearing a long black jacket
and a tricorn hat, dreadlocks spilling out from underneath it. His beard was in two braids,
a green, red and white bead at the bottom of each. When he reached the dock, he
extended one leg and then stepped onto the dock, sauntering right past the girls. Graci’s
attention was on him the whole time and when she saw the harbor master stop him, that’s
when it all came together.
Her pulse spiked and she grabbed her cousin by the shoulders. “Chiich, answer
me truthfully.” She turned her head towards the harbor master and the sailor. “Who is
that person over there?”
Cecilia looked over there, raising her finger to her chin. Then, she smiled,
giggling as she turned back to her cousin. “That’s Jack Sparrow, you silly.”
Graci’s face went pale and Miranda and Bethany looked as if they were about to
scream. Cecilia raised an eyebrow at them, not seeing what was wrong with them. Then,
her cheeks flushed and she turned back to the sailor as the harbor master closed his book,
saying, “Welcome to Port Royal, Mister Smith.”
“Oh, my!” she squealed.
“Guys, I know exactly where we are…and when we are…” Graci said, fanning
herself in an attempt to avoid a fainting spell. “We’re in 18th century Port Royal, Jamaica.
In Pirates of the Caribbean!”