Teenagers of the Caribbean

A/N: I'm sure this plot has been done a hundred times over, but I just wanted to try my hand at a POTC fic. So please, if you can handle the cliché-ness of it all, read on, mateys!

Disclaimer: I own nothing POTC-ish. I do own Liz and Carrie and all the stuff that doesn't belong to the people who own POTC. Oh, man, do I ever wish I had the rights to Mr. Orlando Bloom...


My eyes opened slowly, but my vision was hopelessly blurred. From the large flat surface above me, I ascertained that I was inside some kind of room, but I couldn't figure anything else out before the throbbing pain in my head made me close my eyes again.

I groaned in pain, putting my hands over my face. My arms felt like lead, and I couldn't feel my legs. I tried to wiggle my toes, but nothing happened.

"Are ye awake then, lass?" said a gruff voice.

Slowly and painstakingly, I sat up and let my eyes adjust to the low lighting. Apparently, I was in a crude jail cell. There was a man sitting against the wall opposite me, his face hidden by shadow.

"Where am I?" I slurred.

"Welcome to Port Royal, love. More accurately, Port Royal's jail. Do you remember anything about your stay so far?" the man asked.

Closing my eyes, I tried to remember how I had gotten here. The last thing I could recall was falling asleep at my best friend's house. We had been watching Pirates of the Caribbean, and I dreamed that I was falling with Elizabeth. Captain Jack Sparrow rescued both of us. . . I got in a fight with one of the dopey guards, Mulltag or Mullroy or whatever his name was. Commodore Norrington tried to restrain me. . . I gave him a black eye. . . and then I was knocked out.

"Am I still dreaming?" I asked the man.

"Does your head hurt?"

I nodded, rubbing my temples.

"Well, everyone knows ye can't feel pain in dreams. So my bet would be, you're wide awake and rather confused."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Smith. You can call me Smithy, if ye like."

There was something about that voice I recognized. . . I just couldn't put my finger on it. . .

"It's rude to lie to a lady," a prisoner from the next cell said, poking his head between the bars. "His name's Jack Sparrow. 'E's a pirate, lass."

"Jack Sparrow? Captain Jack Sparrow?" I exclaimed.

"At your service, Madame," he said, gracefully getting to his feet and giving me a bow. "So you've heard of me, then?"

"Of course, who hasn't? But how did you end up back here? Didn't you escape on the Pearl? Or did you come back for Will and Elizabeth? Was it that prat, Norrington, that got you? He is such a jerk. I just want to yank that stick out of his butt. . ."

Jack chuckled. "My, aren't we a saucy one. Now, what was that you said about the Pearl? What do you know about her?"

"You're her captain, of course. You battled Barbossa and his crew of the undead, Will undid the curse, and your crew left you. So Norrington was going to hang you, but Will rescued you. Elizabeth declared her love for Will, leaving Norrington to grow old alone, and you swam off to the Pearl. That's how the movie went, anyway," I explained.

"'Twould be a dream come true if all of that was what really happened. The truth is, love, I'm sitting in this jail cell waiting to be hung tomorrow. I came here to commandeer a ship, but my plans were foiled. You tried to help me, though, and for that I thank ye," Jack said, smiling at me and giving a wink. "Without your diversion, I wouldn't have been able to get as far as I did. I've never seen a girl try to take on the British Navy. It was quite a sight to see."

"Oh! So we're just at the beginning of the movie, I suppose. Did you have a swordfight with Will Turner in his blacksmith's shop?" I asked.

"Will Turner? No wonder he looked familiar. . . that's interesting. . . but how do you know who he is?" Jack asked, eyeing me carefully. From my seat on the dirty floor, he looked about six feet tall, and rather intimidating, with his eyeliner and crazy hair.

"I. . . well you see, I'm from the future. They made a movie about this. I'm in love with Orlando Bloom, who played Will Turner in the movie, and so that's why I thought I was dreaming. I suppose I'm dressed weird to you, as well. This is how women dress in the future. And I know all about what's going to happen to you, because I've seen the movie about three trillion times," I said, saying all of this very fast.

Jack stared at me in amazement for a moment. Then he laughed. "Very saucy. Now, now, love, it's not very ladylike to lie. Tell old Jack the truth. How do you know about my little brawl with Mr. Turner and how is it that you came to Port Royal?"

" 'Unless of course he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it, '" I muttered.

"What was that?" Jack asked sharply.

"Nevermind," I sighed.

"What's your name, girl?"

" 'What do you say to three shillings, and we forget the name?' " I said. He frowned again, and I laughed. "Sorry. My name is Liz. How do you do?" I offered my hand to him, which he took, pulling me to my feet and then pressing his lips to my hand.

"Very nice to meet you, Miss Liz. It's been awhile since I had any female company." Jack smiled charmingly. I giggled.

"Sorry, Jack, but it's Will who I've got my eye on. My friend Carrie loves you, though, maybe she'll turn up sometime," I replied. I was resigned to the fact that I was either dreaming or insane, and I figured I might as well enjoy this while I could.

Jack and I made small chitchat for a little while, as the weather became stormier outside. It was very dark in the cell, with only a few candles providing any sort of light.

When Jack was telling me about his miraculous escape from the island he was marooned on (I, of course, knew he was lying, but he was so cute I just couldn't burst his bubble just yet), we were interrupted by some sort of loud explosion.

Jack leapt to the tiny window, watching carefully. "I know those guns," he whispered. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl?" A prisoner from the other cell asked fearfully. "I've heard stories. She's been preying on towns and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors."

"No survivors?" Jack and I said in unison. He looked at me sharply, and I continued, "Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?"

"Took the words right out of my mouth, lass," Jack said.

Jack continued watching the goings on outside. I relaxed against a wall, waiting for the pirates. A hole was blasted in the wall of the other cell and those prisoners escaped, as I expected. Jack sighed, frustrated, and sat down next to me.

"My sympathies, mates. You've no manner of luck at all," the other prisoner said to us before leaping out of the hole.

"He's right. First I lost my ship, my boat sank, I was arrested, and now I am to be hung. Do me a favor, Liz, and keep me company on my last night on earth?" Jack said slyly, inching his arm around my shoulder.

"Mister Sparrow, I don't think I've had nearly enough rum to allow that sort of talk!" I said, slapping his hand.

He withdrew his hand, laughing. "Only joking, love, I can respect a lady's wishes. Now who was that Carrie girl you mentioned before?"

"She's my best friend. I was at her house, watching the movie, when I was transported here through some sort of time-space continuum or something," I answered.

Jack noticed a bone laying on the floor. He grabbed it and began calling to the dog. We heard the door to the jail open and the dog ran off. Jack cursed.

A British soldier was shoved down the stairs into the cell. Two pirates came quickly after him.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here. Captain Jack Sparrow. Last time I saw you, you were all alone, on a Godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortune hasn't improved much," one pirate sneered.

Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers," Jack retorted.

The other pirate grabbed Jack by the throat with his skeletal arm.

"So there is a curse. That's interesting," Jack whispered, eyeing the skeleton.

"You know nothing of Hell," the pirate growled, before they both left.

"That's very interesting," Jack said.

"So really it was kind of a blessing that they marooned you," I ventured. Jack whipped around to glare at me.

"How so, lass?" he asked.

"If you were still the captain, you would be as cursed as they," I explained.

He nodded slowly, contemplating. "Yes, that's true. . . very true. . . you're a smart girl."

"Why thank you. Now we might as well get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow. Commandeering ships and all," I sighed, laying back in the dirty straw and closing my eyes.

"Remind me to ask you about that in the morning." Jack yawned and drifted off to sleep.

When dawn broke, Jack was trying to pick the lock. I tried to show him how it was done, as he was doing it all wrong, but we heard the door open. He pulled me backwards, away from the cell door, and I ended up laying on top of him.

Will Turner came down the stairs. I couldn't help but melt at the sight of him, he was just so good-looking.

"You, Sparrow." Will gave me a strange look, since I was lying on top of the pirate. Jack sat up and pushed me off.

"Aye," Jack replied

"You are familiar with the ship, the Black Pearl."

"I've heard of it."

"Where does it make berth?"

"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" Jack asked. He opened his mouth to continue, but I cut him off.

"Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is," I explained. Jack looked at me funny, I just shrugged and smiled at Will.

"The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?" Will asked, ignoring my flirtations.

"Why ask me?" Jack asked.

"Because you're a pirate," Will and I said at the same time. More funny looks in my direction.

"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" Jack and I said in unison. Even more funny looks at me.

"Never." Will said dramatically.

He hesitated, so I explained to Jack, "They took Miss Swann."

"How do you know?" Will demanded.

Jack ignored Will's comment, saying, "Oh, so it is that you found a girl. I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue, and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."

"He can get you out of here," I said.

"How's that? The key's run off, you saw the dog leave yourself," Jack said to me.

"He helped build these cells. These are half-pin barrel hinges. With the right leverage and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free," I explained.

"What's your name?" Jack and Will said. Jack was talking to Will, and Will was talking to me.

"Will Turner," Will said to Jack.

"I told you so," I said to Jack, then turned to Will. "I'm Liz."

"That would be short for William, I imagine," Jack said to Will. "Good strong name. No doubt named for your father, eh?"

"Well, duh," I muttered.

Will simply said, "Yes."

"Uh-huh. Well Mr. Turner, I changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell I swear, on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?" Jack offered a hand to Will.

"Agreed," Will said, shaking Will's hand.

"Agreed. Get me out," Jack ordered.

"Hold it, hold it, hold it. What exactly am I supposed to do while you go gallivanting off after pirates?" I demanded. "You can't just leave me here."

"True. She'll tell them our plans," Will said.

"You'll just have to come along, I suppose. How are you with swabbing decks?" Jack asked.

"Anything they can do, I can do better," I declared.

"Right then, now that that's settled, let's get out of here, Will."

Will lifted the door free and Jack and I stepped out.

"Hurry, someone will have heard that," I said. "Go and get your effects, Jack."

Soon, the three of us were walking along the bottom of the ocean under an overturned canoe, on our way to commandeer the Dauntless.

"This is either madness or brilliance," Will commented.

"Remarkable how often those two traits coincide, isn't it, Jack?" I asked, smirking.

"Would you stop doing that? It's really quite scary, love," Jack said.

"Will, don't step on the lobster trap," I warned. He looked down just in time and avoided it.

We were soon on board the Dauntless, and it was discovered that I was a much better climber than Will. But that's okay, he's hot, he doesn't have to be skillful. Then again, I didn't have any swords or weaponry to slow me down.

I was wearing my pajamas, but Jack had found some stray boots along the way so my feet were protected. I suppose I looked quite comical to the sailors on board, as they started laughing as soon as they saw us.

"Everyone stay calm!" Jack shouted. "We are taking over the ship!"

"Aye! Avast!" Will shouted.

"Please never say that again. We're trying to be suave, not dorky," I whispered to Will. He glanced at me, giving a minute shrug.

At this, the sailors laughed harder.

"This ship cannot be crewed by two men. You'll never make it out of the bay," Lt. Gillette told us pompously.

"That's why they have me," I replied. The sailors were nearly falling over from laughing so hard.

"Son, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack said threateningly, holding his gun right between the soldier's eyes. "Savvy?"

So the sailors abandoned ship, leaving Will, Jack, and I to commandeer it. Will started waving some rope around while I disabled the rudder chain.

"Nice work, lass," Jack complimented me. "I think you're going to be quite useful."

I coughed politely and nodded my head towards Will. Jack laughed. "He'll learn."

"Here they come," Will said, pointing to the Interceptor.

Will, Jack, and I hid at the stern while the sailors boarded. At the opportune moment, we swung across the water and onto the Interceptor. (At my insistence, I was holding on to Will)

"Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way!" I shouted back to the Dauntless. "We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves!"

The sailors never had a chance. We were out of the bay and sailing towards that horizon before Commodore Norrington could even figure out what was happening.

As we sailed, Jack and I persuaded Will to tell us his story.

"When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father.

"Is that so?" Jack and I said.

"Would you stop doing that?" Jack screamed at me. I just laughed and turned away, looking out across the wild blue yonder.

"My father, Will Turner. At the jail it was only after you learnt my name you agreed to help," Will said.

"He's not a simpleton, Jack. He knows you knew ol' Bootstrap," I said.

"Bootstrap?" Will questioned.

Jack turned to look Will right in the eye. "I knew him. Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner. Everyone else just called him Bootstrap, or Bootstrap Bill. He was a good man. Good pirate."

"You look just like him," I said to Will. Will glared at me, then turned back to Jack

"It's not true! My father was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law," Will protested.

"He was a bloody pirate. A scallywag," I said, from my perch on the edge of the deck.

"My father was not a pirate!" Will shouted, then drew his sword, pointing it straight at the back of Jack's head.

"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again," Jack warned.

Jack and Will bantered back and forth. When I saw Jack's hands tighten on the wheel, I called to Will, "Duck!"

He gave me a look, but reacted too late. Suddenly, he was hanging out over the water. I giggled again.

"Hey, I tried to warn you." I shrugged. While Jack explained the rules, I picked up Will's sword and started messing around with it. Jack pointed his own sword at Will.

When Will was safely on deck again, I gave him his sword back.

"So. Can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?" I asked.

"For the last time, Miss Liz, please stop stealing the words out of my mouth! I swear, I've never met a wench quite like you before!" Jack said, exasperated.

"Wench? Did you just call me a wench? Will, give me that sword," I demanded. When Will didn't move fast enough, I grabbed it from him, then pointed the sword at Jack. "I am a fencing master where I come from. You don't want to mess with me."

"Oh, come on, love, it was just a joke. Put away that sword, it's not for little girls to play with," Jack told me.

"First you call me a wench, now you dare to call me a little girl? Jack Sparrow, I am the only able-bodied hand you have on this ship right now, so you best be treating me with respect," I warned.

"Excuse me, I am quite able-bodied, thanks," Will interjected.

"You bet you are," I said, eyeing him up and down, finishing with a wink. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Now then, onward to Tortuga!" Jack exclaimed.


A/N: PLEASE R/R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Next chapter will be much more interesting, I promise. Okay, maybe not promise, but I'll try to make it more interesting.

Once again, let me remind you to R/R!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you and have a piratey day.