Summary: Due to an accident in the Disney Store, eight characters from Pirates of the Caribbean are pulled into the 21st century, separated into five households. Better than it sounds, I promise! And no romance...uh...yet.

A/N: So, I’ve decided to jump on the “Pirates of the Caribbean crazy time travel fanfiction” bandwagon. I’m not sure where I’ll be going with this story – just the idea of Jack fooling around with 21st century things gave me incentive. Here’s the introduction – it’s kind of boring right now, but just bear with me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters. Those belong to Jerry Bruckheimer, the writers so aptly nicknamed ‘T&T’ and that lovely ageless mouse. Neither do I own the Disney store or the H&M store, both of which I mention in this story, no matter how briefly.

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“Look at this! This is so cute!” Marcella, a curly-haired brunette with a pale, round face rushed over to a rack in the Disney store of West Edmonton Mall. It was a particularly dreary August afternoon and having nothing to do, she and four friends were traversing the mall, like the little teenaged mall rats they were. Marcella picked up a box that bore eight small plastic figures. Her friend, Rhiannon, tucking her pin-straight red-blonde hair behind her double-pierced ear, paused from holding a Peter Pan t-shirt against her front to examine it, a pensive look on her pretty, freckled face. “Huh. That’s pretty neat.”

The box was labelled, ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End’, and included the figures of Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner, Jack Sparrow, Commodore Norrington, Tia Dalma, Captain Barbossa, Pintel, and Ragetti. Celeste, a lanky, long-faced girl with a dark, short hair-cut, peeped over Marcella’s shoulder and jabbed her finger at the plastic covering Jack Sparrow. “If you buy it, you should give him to me,” she joked. Marcella laughed and lightly pushed Celeste away. “I’ll think about it.”

Brianne, a broad-shouldered girl with caramel hair in a sensible ponytail, crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently by the entrance to the store. “Marcella, are you almost done?” she asked. “I really want to go to H&M before my mum picks me up.”

“Almost!” Marcella called back. Their other friend, Nicole, bounded back to the front of the store, a Cheshire Cat toy clutched in her arms and her dark-blonde hair with fuchsia tips bouncing energetically behind her.

“I found it!” she crowed triumphantly, presenting the stuffed animal proudly. In her excitement, Nicole accidentally bumped Marcella on the shoulder, causing the girl to drop the box onto the floor. The obviously faulty protection sticker did not prevent the box from bursting open and the plastic figures scattered every which way across the store’s floor.

“Crap.” Marcella glanced over her shoulder at the store-clerk, who was sending odd looks their way.

“This is like, thirty-five bucks, and I’m short on cash,” she hissed to her friends. “Help me collect these up again.”

Nicole swiped up the Norrington figure from under a cart of Disney Princess™ merchandise. Brianne stooped to pick up the Barbossa and Tia Dalma figures that had skittered to a halt by her feet. Rhiannon had to chase after the Elizabeth and Will figures as they were kicked along by the feet of a rather bratty 9-year-old girl clad entirely in bubblegum pink. The Pintel and Ragetti figures, to Marcella’s relief, hadn’t fallen out of the packaging, still secured against the cardboard by wire twist-ties.

Just then, there was a blast of thunder from outside West Edmonton Mall. A bolt of lightning crackled dangerously above the bubbled glass on the ceiling and for an instant all the lights in the mall flickered off (though the giant TV screen in the store, currently showing a random clip from Pirates of the Caribbean, continued playing, Jack Sparrow’s face stretched larger than life across the back wall of the store). The five girls, still clutching their respective figures, looked up at the blank lights in confusion until they flickered on again, bathing the store back into a fluorescent glow.

Marcella stuffed the eight figures back into their box and hurridly replaced it on the shelf.

“Okay, let’s go to H&M now,” Marcella told Brianne, who did a little dance of triumph. Nicole bought the Cheshire Cat toy, Rhiannon bought the Peter Pan shirt, and the Disney store incident was soon forgotten…

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A/N: There we are! My first chapter should be up very shortly!