Pirates of the 21st Century

A/N: This is a sequel to "Teenagers of the Caribbean." Read that first, it'll make more sense.

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The night was quiet. Pirates of the Caribbean was playing on the wide-screen TV. I was in my favorite pair of pajama's, munching on kettle corn, my favorite snack. Carrie was hogging most of the blanket, but I would forgive her, since everything else was so perfect.

It had been about a month since my best friend and I had been transported into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean. We had spent many long nights discussing the details of our adventure, and longing for a return. But, although we kept a sharp eye wherever we went, that mysterious black hole that had transported us to POTC-world was gone. We had to be content with watching the movie over and over and over and over and over again. And then a few more times.

Carrie's parents were on vacation, and Darla, her younger sister who had almost ruined the plot of our POTC adventure, was at summer camp. So Carrie and I were alone in her large home. Or so we thought. . .

On screen, Captain Jack Sparrow was inspecting the crew Mr. Gibbs had assembled for him. Carrie and I recited the lines along with our favorite characters.

"So this is your able-bodied crew?" Carrie and Will said.

"You there, sailor," Jack and I said.

"Cotton, sir," Gibbs and Carrie clarified.

"Mr. Cotton. Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" Jack and I asked. "Answer, man!"

Suddenly, a crash was heard coming from somewhere upstairs. Carrie and I glanced at each other and, without a word, agreed to investigate. We ran upstairs and followed a stream of curses to Carrie's brother's room. (He was away at college)

Lying on the floor, tangled in the cord of a lamp, was none other than the famous Captain Jack Sparrow. Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann were on the bed in a tangle of limbs and skirts and bedclothes.

"Bloody hell, did I lose the Pearl again?" Jack asked, realizing that he was no longer on the deck of a pirate ship.

"Jack! Will! Elizabeth! What are you doing here?" I asked. Jack looked up in surprise.

"Liz! Carrie! What are ye doin' here?" Jack asked. "Did ye catch a glimpse of the yellow-bellied coward that ran off with me ship?" Jack asked.

"Can one of you tell me where exactly I am and how I ended up here?" Elizabeth asked.

"Nice shirt," Will commented to me. I was wearing a t-shirt adorned with a picture of Will Turner and the phrase, "I'm a Will fan girl."

"Oh. Uh. Thanks. Perhaps you should all come downstairs with us," I said. Carrie helped Jack up and we all went downstairs, into the kitchen.

"Can I offer you anything to drink? Water? Or perhaps some rum?" Carrie offered.

"Rum? Where?" Jack asked, perking up. Carrie got a bottle of some expensive-looking rum out of her parent's liquor cabinet and poured Jack a glass. She gave Will and Elizabeth glasses of water.

"What is all this stuff?" Will asked, poking the refrigerator gently, as if he was afraid it would spring to life and eat him up. When Carrie used the icemaker to fill the cups with ice, he jumped back in surprise.

"Relax, Will. It's just ice. See? Plain old frozen water," Carrie said, holding the glass up to him. Will shook his head and sat down next to Elizabeth.

"Okay, now this may be rather hard to believe, but. . . well, you're in America, and it's the 21st century," I explained.

Elizabeth and Will gave me looks of disbelief. Jack looked nonplussed and simply took another swig of rum.

"Do any of ye know who took me ship?" Jack asked.

"Uh. . . Liz. . . I think you ought to take a look at this. . ." Carrie said. She was standing at the back door, looking at something outside. I went to see what was wrong and gasped.

The Black Pearl was floating in Carrie's pool.

"Somehow I think the neighbors may not like this very much," Carrie said.

"Jack, do you remember anything that happened right before you got here?" I asked.

Jack thought hard for a moment or two. "Well, we had jus' landed at Isla de Muerta. Needed to stock up on some loot before we could buy any more rum. I sent the crew to gather up some more gold and jewels, but Will, Elizabeth, and I stayed on board. A strong wind picked up, and the Pearl started to move around a bit. A big wave sent me rollin' across the deck and I knocked me head on a barrel. Knocked me out cold. Next thing I knew, I was all tangled up in that funny rope."

"I was knocked out, too, just after Jack," Will said.

"The last thing I remember is seeing this large black portal open up. We were swallowed by it and transported here. But it took such a long time, I fell asleep before we got here," Elizabeth replied.

"Ah, the portal," Carrie and I sighed.

"So how are we supposed to get back to Isla de Muerta?" Will asked.

"I don't know. I suppose you'll just have to stay here until the portal opens up again," Carrie replied.

"But Carrie, your parents are coming back in two days, and we have to go back to school in a week. What are we going to do with them?" I asked.

"Good question." Carrie sat down at the table, taking a sip of Jack's rum to help her think. "All right, I've got it! The perfect plan! We'll say they're foreign exchange students from England. They can go to school with us!"

"Carrie, do you really think a pirate, a blacksmith turned pirate, and a noblewoman turned pirate would ever survive high school?" I asked incredulously.

"Missy, we've battled Barbossa and his crew of undead pirates. I vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. I sacked Nassau Port without firing a single shot. There's nothing Captain Jack Sparrow can't handle. Savvy?" Jack asked me.

I nodded and told him, "I understand, but what you don't realize is what you're getting yourself into. This is the biggest, most fearsome enemy you've ever faced. This. . . this is high school."

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A/N: Okay, there ya go, first chapter. Tell me what you think and I just may give you a cookie!

-Stacy