Disclaimer: none of it be mine!!!!

(A/n: I have seen POTC three times and never caught any of the pirates' names. If ya know 'em please tell me!)

1, Camp Songs in the Airport and the Bermuda Triangle

"HE JUMPED FROM 40,000 FEET WITH OUT A PARACUTE!!! HE JUMPED FROM 40,000 FEET WITH OUT A PARACUTE!!!" We tromped through the airport terminal. "HE JUMPED FROM 40,000 FEET WITH OUT A PARACUTE!!!" 'He jumped from 40,000 feet' was our favorite camp song that we were normally forbidden to sing due to its horribly morbid verses, ("he landed on the pavement like a lump of strawberry jam", etc) "AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!" Hey, we were all by our onesies, on our way to the Caribbean for a week of laying on the beach and drinking nonalcoholic margaritas.

As we reached our concourse, we finished the song.

"Hey, Meg?"

"Yes?" I replied, tossing my backpack into a chair.

"What next?"

"What do mean?"

"I mean," Lilly said throwing herself down next to me. "We've already sang half of the camp song in our repertoire. What now?"

"How about -"

"Flight 269 to Royal is now boarding. Passengers, please have you tickets ready. Thank you and have a nice flight." An overly enthusiastic voice came over the intercom.

"That's us!" We picked up our bags and proceeded onto the aircraft.

~~THREE HOURS LATER~~

"GORY, GORY WHAT A TERRIBLE WAY TO DIE, AND HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!!" After singing 'He jumped from 40,000 feet' for the umpteenth time and annoying the heck out of the other passengers (four, very disgruntled business men from NY, who completely hated being on the same plane with two loud freshmen girls from Denver), another voice came over the loud speaker.

"Attention! The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign. Please fasten your seat belts at this time. We'll be experiencing a bit of turbulence here. So hang on!" the steward finished, trying to be funny. But the turbulence, like the steward, were so very not funny.

This was an all out, white knuckler, wet-your-pants type of flight. Up. Down. Up. Down.

"I HATE FLYING!" Lilly cried.

"Think of the beach!" I shouted over the noise of the storm.

"Okay." The plane learched forward. I felt myself fly forward and hit my head on the seat in front of me. And everything went black, completely black.

(a/n: dundundundun!!!)