Author's note: Okay, this might be a big different here on , and a little confusing, and yes, this is indeed a CYOA (For the less fortunate minds: Choose Your Own Adventure) and in CYOAs, the main character is yourself, the character's name is your name. Your age range should be from 14-17, and your looks would be explained vaguely through the story, so it can be anything. One last thing adventurer, your choices will be #123Numbered456#, follow the numbers to read your story, it might be hard to find, but always scroll down, never up, unless told otherwise.

The beginning is kind of like a test, to get an understanding of how the story is going to work. Also, there is no right or wrong answers, just how you want to handle the situation, choose whatever answer that might tickle your fancy; for better performance, pick your answers to what you think is best, even if it might not be wise....

Warning: Um, cursing and rum and such.

Disclaimer: I don't own it people, I don't even own you...

Summary: Your just a normal girl, who's been sucked into the world of the late 1700s, into the Caribbean. You have no idea how, or why even, but when your life get mixed up with a certain pirate, you have no choice but to participate. Following the not so famous Captain Jack Sparrow, you start to think that you might be losing your mind; let's just hope you wont lose your head in the process.


00000Breakfast00000

You wake up to the whistling of birds and the rays of sunlight landing on your face. Blinking you feel out of character, like your a different person. Getting out of bed you groggily rub your eyes, you stood up. Looking around you wonder why your mother didn't come to wake you for school, then you remembered it was Sunday. That's why you were feeling so bummed! School was starting tomorrow and you were new to the school. You hated being new, that meant people didn't know your quirks, they wouldn't know how to act around you, and you weren't feeling to good lately so you really wanted to be left alone. You walked into your bathroom and showered and got dressed, you dressed in your favorite outfit and walked down stairs. Your mom was cooking breakfast and your dad was sitting at the dinning table eating some of it.

"Jeez lazy girl, 'bout time you got up and did something productive!" Your mom said, you knew she was joking but you kind of took it personally.

You paused and stared.

1: Greet them; you know she was only joking. (Go to the words with the number one)

2: Frown and play with the hem of your top; that kind of made you feel even more bummed. (Go to the words with the number two)

3: Take it personally; you're just not feeling good today. (Go to the words with number three)

4: Brush it off; your life is the meaning of productivity! (Go to the words with number four)

5: Get offended; what do they know about productivity. (Go to the words with number five)

6: Laugh it off; you couldn't possibly be lazy. (Go to the words with number six)

7: Joke along; it is one o'clock! (Go to the words with number seven)

1.1.1Greet them1.1.1

You smiled "Good morning mom, dad." You said turning to them, your mother turned and smiled; yeah she was just messing with you. It was one o'clock, a normal time for you to wake up when it's Saturday. But Sunday you try to fix your scheduled, so she was kind of right.

"Guud mor'ming." Your father said, spilling food from his mouth. Your father is a ditz and just plain clumsy. You cringed, and laughed.

"Oookay~" You said laughing, pretending to wipe food off of you.

"Is it safe to bring breakfast over, or do you have something to say honey?" Your mother said referring to your father as she held your plate of breakfast above her head.

"Mo, Mi guud." Your father said, spewing more food, this time really on you.

"Ew." You laughed and quickly wiped yourself off. Your mom placed you plate down and began to get her own. You smiled at your father, you liked his childish personality; you knew your father had a serious side as well, too bad some people couldn't see that, like his job for example.

"So how do you feel about school _____?" Your mother said, starting her normal casual table talk routine. After talking about that, the subject some how led to other things like what you want to do in life, then drifted to what Macaron was made out of.

"It's walnut!" Your father shouted.

"No almond." Your mother countered. You stood; you didn't have the heart to tell them that it could be made out of both and a lot other things. They just only bought the walnut and almond kind.

"Where are you going?" You mother asked quickly, like she have some mommy chip telling her that her daughter was leaving.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe to check out my new school." You notice that your voice got a little hitched at the end; you really missed your friends.

"Okay dear, just come back before seven." You smiled at your mother's words; she still treated you like you were twelve. You new she means well, so you trust her crazy curfews, if not just to make her feel better.

"Okay, bye." You shouted, leaving out the door.

"You think she's going to be ok?" Your mother asked.

"I'm sure she will, she's a smart girl" Your father said, standing to get ready for work. (o0o0Go to the black words; Puppy0o0o)

4.4.4Brush it off4.4.4

You knew she was joking; you're always productive--well to a certain extent. You saw it was one o'clock, way past what you usually wake up at; you were pretty out of whack. You sat at the table as your father looked up.

"Wha, poo guud po 'ay 'i'?" Your father said, spilling food from his mouth. Your father is a ditz and just plain clumsy. You cringed, you really didn't like when he did that; he's foolish child like attitude was why he never got a raise; no one would take him seriously!

"Ew Paul, chew your food!" Your lip curled in disgusted, you never liked referring to your parents as 'mom and dad'. He looked confused and then started to chew like a cow.

"That's so disgusting! Why can't you grow up?!" You huffed and hopped from the table.

"Please _____ would you not shout at the table!" Your mother shouted, your father just smiled and began bouncing in his seat like some kid; mocking you. You rolled your eyes; you sometimes didn't understand how your mom put up with him.

"Where are you going?" Your mother asked. Bring your breakfast to the table.

"Does it matter?" You say walking towards the door.

"Yes it does young lady, your not eighteen yet" She said placing her hands on her hips. "Now I'm your mother and I think I deserve to know where my under eighteen year old daughter is going" She began to tap her foot in that mother kind of way.

"Gena, I am a responsible person, I think I know what I'm doing" You said smartly, how dare she treat you like a kid. You mother looked at you shocked with her mouth open.

"Diiiiivaaa~" Your dad taunted.

"Shut up Paul!" You shouted and ran out of the house.

".... Did she just call me 'Gena'?" Your mom asked shocked, turning to your dad. He nodded his head.

"That girl..." Your mom muttered. (o0o0Go to the black words; Puppy0o0o)

2.2.2Frown and play with the hem of your top2.2.2

You were a little hesitant to sit down, you knew she had to be joking, but she was right, it was one o'clock. You sat down and tapped your finger on the table.

"Uww, bunp oomp po paah--" You stared at your father like he was crazy; which he probably was, your father is a ditz and just plain clumsy and he was spewing out food. You loved him but sometimes you thought he took life as a joke, he needed to be more serious. You felt so sympathetic when his job refused his raise, you knew he was crushed when it happened, but he just covered it up with humor.

"What? No one can understand you honey" Your mother said referring to your father as she held your plate of breakfast above her head. She handed you your plate and went to sit down with hers.

"I... errrn" Your father said clearing his throat. "... I said, 'don't be so sad' jelly belly" Your father said with his ridiculous nick name. It had nothing to do with you, but you thought it was cute.

"So family, how's it do'n" Your father said, egg covering his cheek. You grabbed a napkin and wiped his face; a little nitpicky, but you couldn't stand the mess.

"Awww" Your father pouted. You smiled, sometimes you felt like you were the parent and he was the child.

"So how do you feel about school _____?" Your mother said, starting her normal casual table talk routine. After talking about that, the subject some how led to other things like what you want to do in life, then drifted to what Macaron was made out of.

"It's walnut!" You father shouted.

"No almond" You mother countered. You stood; you didn't have the heart to tell them that it could be made out of both and a lot other things. They just only bought the walnut and almond kind.

"Where are you going?" You mother asked quickly, like she have some mommy chip telling her that her daughter was leaving.

"Oh, I was going to take a walk" You said, "I'll be home by seven" you added, as not to trouble your mother you recited your curfew, it was a school night.

"Okay, be good" Your mother said as you left.

"She so... obedient"Your father said, standing up for work.

"And? What's wrong with that?" Your mother said.

"Oh, well when you say that nothing" You father said sarcastically. "She needs to be more... crazy, more... less..." Your father stumbled over his words.

"More like you, less like me?" Your mother helped, placing her hands on her hips. She began to tap her foot in that mother kind of way.

"Ah... I'm just going to go to work..." Your father added quickly.

"You do that." (o0o0Go to the black words; Puppy0o0o)

7.7.7Joke along7.7.7

You knew she was joking; you're always sleeping late on weekends. You saw it was one o'clock, a time you usually find yourself waking up; wans't an exception today. You sat at the table as your father looked up.

" Guud mor'ming" You laughed as your father spit crumbs of his food out, you dust it off of you and purposely onto him. Your father is a ditz and just plain clumsy, which was everything you could ever want in a father. You loved him, the way he took life as a joke cruel joke; turning every think in his wake to laughter. You felt so outraged when his job refused his raise, you knew he was crushed when it happened, but he just covered it up with humor; you couldn't help but joke along with him.

"Are you done wasting your breakfast, is it safe to bring breakfast over?" Your mother said sarcastically referring to your father as she held your plate of breakfast above her head. You laughed and thanked her when she placed your breakfast down and walked over to eat hers.

"So, how's the prick you call a boss doing; stilling being an ass?" You said casually, you giggled a little as you saw your mom's eyes widen as she choked on her drink.

"_____! Language!" Your mother shouted shock.

"Ah, you know, an ass is an ass." Your father replied calmly, you couldn't really if he was joking or not; that was how good he was at his satirical persona, you loved that.

"Paul! Don't encourage…" Your mother scolded.

"But their being an ass! He deserve that raise!" You shouted, getting emotional.

"_____!" Your mother barked back.

"Honey, what's so bad about 'ass'?" Your father asked, once again seeming serious.

"Yeah! If their an ass, we should be able to call them an ass." Now you were just saying it to bother her.

"Pleas, you too." Your mother sighed.

"Come on, it's natural. I have an ass, you have an ass, even are daughter have an ass." You father said, you couldn't hold in your laughter.

"Ass." You snickered.

"Can we please stop saying 'ass'!!" You mother shouted. You and your father gasped and silently stared at her.

"She said…" Your father whispered, mouthing 'ass'. You burst out laughing; your mother side, sometimes she didn't know what to do with the two of you.

"Okay, I'm out." You said, standing up.

"Where are you going?" You mother asked quickly, mommy chip telling her to question her daughter.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe walk around the block or some'n." You absent mindlessly.

"'Or some'n'? Where is that supposed to be, or am I going to have to worry where your at all day?" Your mother said, picking up the dishes.

"I dunno, the school or some where…" You still didn't really give an direct answer; only because you really didn't know, you were just going to walk around.

"Okay dear, just come back before seven." Your mother sighed out.

You frowned at the curfew, didn't she know all the good stuff started after seven. You new she means well, so you would be home by then, but what a shame it would be if you 'lost' track of time. You looked down at your watch and quickly slipped it off and chucked it in the shoe bin.

"Okay, bye" You shouted, leaving out the door.

"That girl, if she's not your child, then she definitely isn't mine." Your mother said, your father laughed.

5.5.5Get offended5.5.5

What the hell?! She act like she 'makes a difference in the world' you ignored her and stomped over to the table, plopping in your seat and almost knocking over the flower pot.

" _____?!What is wrong with you!?" Your mother shout, almost burning herself. You sighed loudly and highly exaggerated, you were already bummed, and you didn't need this.

"Mum mum--" "EW! Fuck dad?!?" You shouted as he spit his food out on you.

"Language!! And don't curse at your father!" Your mother said, coming to you with two plates.

"Well he's the one spitting food!!" You stood and started to dust your pants.

"What I was trying to say...errrn" You father cleared his throat "'Some one's cranky'" He then began snickering, your father is a ditz and just plain clumsy, you hated that, not to seem like you cared but your attitude nevered effect him, and it kind of pisses you off.

"Oh, yeah, that's going to get you a raise" You muttered sarcastically, roughly pushing your chair in. You saw a flash of hurt fly through your father's eyes, but it went as quickly as it came.

"Don't you talk to your father like that!" Your mother shouted.

"That's it, I'm leaving!" You yelled back, stumping to the door.

"And where are you going!" You mother said following you.

"To do something fucking productive!!" You shouted sarcastically, slamming the door on her face. Your mom stared wide eyed.

"Ah, it's just a phase" You father said, standing for work.

"Yeah... and eleven year phase..." Your mother mumbled, on the brink of tears. (o0o0Go to the black word; Puppy0o0o)

3.3.3Take it personally3.3.3

You frowned, you didn't know if she was joking or not, you were feeling bummed today, and now you felt even worse. You noted that it was one o'clock; she was right, you were lazy, who sleep in that late? You shyed back some and walked towards the table.

"Mi." Your father said, spilling food from his mouth. Your father is a ditz and just plain clumsy.

"Hi..." You faked a smile; you really didn't feel in the mood today to laugh at his corny jokes.

"Jeez Paul, cover your mouth!" You mother said referring to your father as she held your plate of breakfast above her head. He wiped his mouth and your mother placed your food down. You looked down at you food and just poked at it, you weren't hungry.

"So how do you feel about school, _____?" Your mother said, starting her normal casual table talk routine. After talking about that, the subject some how led to other things like what you want to do in life, then drifted to your father being refused his raise.

"-You know, they're just big jerks." Your mother said to your father.

"Ah, well..." You father brushed off, you knew he was crushed when it happened, but he just covered it up with humor. You kind of felt it was your fault; you were feeling bummed a lot, and your father would always act goofy to cheer you up, you guess he just like being a goof so much that he drags it to work.

"Jelly belly, aren't ya hungry?" Your father asked, using his ridiculous nick name, you have no idea where he got it from, though you hope he just made it up. You looked down at your stomach; you didn't really have a jelly belly... did you?

"I'm... I'm going to take a walk." You stood, walking to the door.

"Oh, where to?" Your mother asked.

"The new school." You weren't planing on going there, you were just going to aimlessly walk around, but you didn't want her to worry.

"Okay love, be home at seven." You mother says as you leave.

"Is it me, or does she seem dead to you?" Your mother asked.

"Ah, it's you..." (o0o0Go to the black words; Puppy0o0o)

6.6.6Laugh it off6.6.6

You decide to laugh it off, she's not serious. You walk over to the table and sit down, your father turns towards you and stare at you for a moment. It looked like he was thinking about something.

"Paul, what are you doing?" Your mother said referring to your father as she held your plate of breakfast above her head. You shook your head and thanked your mother for the food as she sat down to eat.

You dad was still looking at, you didn't quiet understand so you smiled at him. He smiled and you could see the food in his mouth.

"Ew!" You squealed as you covered your eyes. You could hear your father laughing.

"Paul, stop messing with your daughter!" You heard your mother scold. You looked up and pushed your plate in front of you with a queasy face. Your father is a ditz and just plain clumsy, you really didn't like when he did that; he's foolish child like attitude was why he never got a raise, no one would take him seriously, men!

"What's wrong sweetie?" Your mother asked.

"I... I think I lost my appetite..." you mumbled and stood up.

"I think everyone did" Your mother agreed glaring at your father.

"I didn't" Your father said, eating the rest of his breakfast. You shook your head and walked off to the door.

"Sweetie where are you going?" Your mother asked, occasional slapping the hand of your father as he reach for your food.

"Shopping!" You say excitedly.

"Aw jelly belly, that's lame, do something more exciting!" Your father suggested, referring to you with his ridiculous nick name; you have no idea where he got it from, well so you thought. You looked down at your stomach--you don't really have a 'jelly belly' do you? You squealed and ran out of the house.

"... What's with her?" Your mother said, watching you blindly run down the street.

Your father shrugged. (o0o0Go to the black words; Puppy0o0o)

o0o0o0o0Puppy0o0o0o0o

As you were walking, you notice that your new school was just a few blocks down. It was closed though you decided to go check it out anyways. You examined its dark windows; the school looks so dead and barren when no one was there. You looked in the school parking lot, the school was so underdeveloped. You aimlessly walked along the school building, running your fingers over its painted bricks. A normal school would be filled with students and helpful teaching teachers. However, when you went to this school's open house, it was quiet the opposite. It only had 217 students, twenty four teachers--who didn't care to actually teach, and one principal who looked oddly like a child molester. You know, the giddy creep old man who likes to hug children when he greet them; yeah, lets just say you made quiet a scene when you met him.

You shuddered when you thought of him; you prayed that you'll never have to have a meeting with him alone. You blinked twice as you notice that the back door was jarred. You might not be what someone would define as an adventure. But you were one damn curious teen, that open door was just too tempting. You pushed it open to find that you were in the school's kitchen. Walking and gazing around you came into the cafeteria, where they held the open house. You walked out of there and into the hall way, you gazed at all the tacky grayish blue lookers and the chipped paint on the walls. You walked passed class doors and occasionally stopped to open the doors that had no windows.

You opened one door without a window to find stairs was behind it. You paused and blinked... You could have sworn this school only had one floor. You tried to remember rather or not you saw a top room on the building. Shrugging you walked up the stairs; you coughed as dust rouse from them. You thought about turning back, but you say why not; you were already half way there. Once at the top, you saw that it was a library; and a fairly big one at that! Now you hated the school even more--they bought all these books and stuffed them up here, not even bothering to touch up the school a little; and it doesn't even seem like anyone has been up her to even read them!

Grumbling, you walk around to check out the library; from the looks of it, it was pretty trashed! Books were on the floor, and cobwebs and dust were all over the place. You walked over to a pile of books, you picked up one that read Elia and the Last Essays of Elia you blinked, and the book looked reeeaaally old. It was in great condition though; well, as great as a two century book can be. It probably wasn't even that old, maybe just a copy. It was made by some guy name Charles Lamb, you read and turned the book over, seemed he died in 1834. Jeez, and he was born in 1772... Wait, no; there was some brown dust on it. You raised you top lip and tried to dust it off--you screamed, it wasn't dust; it was a huge ass hairy brown spider! Dropping the book you scooted back from it, you didn't see where the spider fell, you just keep stumbling back--secret to you and your family, you were deathly afraid of spiders, arachnophobia didn't even brush against the explanation of fear you felt of them. That, sadly, was something you inherited from your mother, your father always had to kill them for the both of you. And if that wasn't enough reason to love him, you didn't know what was.

You bumped into a bookshelf on the other side of the room, knocking half of its collection on top of you. You scrambled to get from up under them, it wasn't a lot, only a few had fallen and most were on the floor. Standing you dusted yourself off--that's it, you had enough, you shouldn't have come. Walking towards the door you tripped, falling flat on your face. You forehead fell onto a book; you were going to have one shinner alright. Debrett's Etiquette for Girls, pffft~ someone actually made a book like that? Getting up, you turned to see the book that tripped you, it was The History of the buccaneers of America, you scoffed; pirates, you couldn't even began to say what you thought of them, but you did know that you now hate whoever made that book. You gruffly picked up the book, mind as well seeing as it got your attention. You looked down at the book to glance over.

Reading the book, this time checking for spiders, you notice that the pages were really old--or really dirty! It had profiles of what you assumed were popular pirate engravings, flicking through you saw some maps of North America. The writing was faded so you couldn't really tell what it was about so you placed the book down. You notice that you had some black coal soot on your hands, you dusted them of on the wall--this place was filthy, you were leaving. Carefully, as to not trip, you walked over to the steps and began to climb down them. You got lost in the school once or twice but you eventually found your way out. You notice that the sky was turning a dark blue; you could see half of the sky turning weird yellow and reds. You remembered your never changing curfew and began to walk around to look for a clock. There were many in the school but you didn't even know if that broke down school's appliance even work, plus you weren't feeling up to going back in that place.

You walked further down the street until you were at a cross walk, you heard a dog yipping--it sounded pretty young, distracted by the noise, you turned to see four kids and a dog; three of them were boys, maybe about nine or ten, the last one was a girl, she looked to be six or seven and thoes boys where pushing her.

You felt an emotion.

8:Help her; you really hate bullies!! (Go to the words with number 8)

9:Help her; No one should be treated like that. (Go to the words with number 9)

10: Don't help her; they're just some immature kids. (Go to the words with number 10)

11: Help her; you just can't stand by and see this continue. (Go to the words with number 11)

12: Don't help; kids tend to play too rough. (Go to the words with number 12)

13:Don't help; kids do these things, you don't want to get involved. (Go to the words with number 13)

14:Don't help; it's not your business. (Go to the words with number 14)

8.8.8You really hate bullies!!8.8.8

You decided to help, you really hate bullies! How dare people try and harass someone because of their difference. You didn't know why they where messing with the girl, but 99.9 % of bullies bully people because of their difference. You marched over to the kids and stood behind them, the puppy stopped barking and the little girl looked up.

"Hey punks!" You shouted, making they boys turn around.

"You get out of here you little pricks!" You shouted, holding up your fist in a threatening stance.

"Or what, you gonna hit us 'lady'!" A snot nose kid taunted, he was holding the puppy's collar; but the puppy didn't seem to want to be with him. You frowned and slapped the little boy; he dropped the dog--which thankfully fell on his feet. The boy began to sob loudly.

"H-hey! You can't hit us! We're kids!" Another boy shouted, he had hold of the girls shoulder. The third boy had a remote control of some sort in his hands.

"I'm under eighteen you little prick, still a minor, which means I get to do whatever I want to you and have no consequences." You said, cracking your knuckles. "Or, unless you 'call my mommy'." You mimicked.

The boys stared shocked and ran down the street. There legs were so little you could easily catch them, but they weren't your main priority. Looking down at the little girl you gave her a goofy smile and began to laugh. She blinked and stared at you as if you've grown three heads.

"Scared them off, huh?" You said, elbowing her in the shoulders.

"Um..." She mumbled but then smiled.

"Thank-" "-Arp! Arp!" You and the little girl looked to see the puppy running back to where you walked from. Your eyes focused to the street to see a toy car resting in the middle of it.

"Don't worry, I'll get 'em" You said giving the girl a thumb up. Running to catch up; this puppy's little legs actually made him run faster! The puppy stopped once he reached the car and began to nip at it. You finally caught up with him.

"Hey little bud, lets get you back to your mommy" You said, picking him up, he licked your face. You stood up and he began to wiggle in your hands.

"Hey what's up, hey?!" He hopped out of your hands. Suddenly your vision turned gray, blue, white, an eye straining yellow, and then everything went black. You couldn't breath, your body felt cold, you heard an ear splitting scream and heard a sicking crunch as the sound of a car screeched to a stop.(~~~Go to the black words; Witch~~~)

9.9.9No one should be treated like that9.9.9

You frowned and walked towards them, no one deserve to be bullied on; especially such a little girl.

"Three against one, that's not fair" You said calmly, scaring the boys and causing them to turn around.

"Hey, get lost lady!" A snot nose kid shouted, he was holding the puppy's collar; but the puppy didn't seem to want to be with him.

"Yeah, scram!" Another boy shouted, he had hold of the girl's shoulders. The third boy had a remote control of some sort in his hands.

"You three little boys shouldn't be ganging on one girl" You said crossing your arms; they were young, a scolding should do the trick.

"Hey! We're not little!" The boy with the controller said.

You sighed "Look, get your hands off of her and stop harassing that puppy!" You shouted. They looked frighten, but then frowned.

"Here!" The little boy holding the girl yelled and pushed her into you.

"Do it Jimmy!" The boy holding the puppy yelled, he threw the puppy down--who thankfully fell on his feet, and ran after the other. The boy named Jimmy ran backwards as he stared forward, doing something with the controller. You didn't care, there little legs were too small to make them un-catch-able, but you didn't see the need to go after them.

"You okay?" You asked the girl. She looked up at you and smiled.

"Yeah, thank-" "-Arp! Arp!" You and the little girl looked to see the puppy running back to where you walked from. Your eyes focused to the street to see a toy car resting in the middle of it.

"Oh no... Peppy!" The little girl yelled. You both ran towards him.

"I'll bring him back" You smiled at the girl, patting her shoulder and walked to over to the dog.

"Hey little guy, your just going away at that aren't 'cha?" You said, patting his head. The puppy kept biting.

"Aw, cute, let's get you back" Picking him up, he licked your face. You stood up and he began to wiggle in your hands.

"Hm... What's up, hey?!"He hopped out of your hands. Suddenly your vision turned gray, blue, white, an eye straining yellow, and then everything went black. You couldn't breath, your body felt cold, you heard an ear splitting scream and heard a sicking crunch as the sound of a car screeched to a stop.(~~~Go to the black words; Witch~~~)

14.14.14It's not your business14.14.14

You turned around and ignored them, it's not your business. You waited for the blinking red hand to turn into a solid white stick figure. You didn't care to help her out; six or seventy-six, it didn't matter, and none of them deserved your 'help'. You didn't start the fight so why should you finish it. The stick man appeared while you were thinking, you didn't know how long it been there so you decided now would be a good time to walk across. You heard a buzzing sound and stopped, something ran into the back of your heel. Looking down you saw a micro car, you looked up at the little boys to see them laughing.

"Hey! Fucktards!" You yelled. The three boys stuck their tongues out at you and ran off, pushing the girl and releasing the puppy in the processs. You growled, you could easily catch them; their little legs were so little, they didn't go to fast. You had better thing to do, though, then fight some little kids.

"Peppy!" "Arp! Arp!" The little girl cried out. You looked down to see the puppy running towards you. The puppy stopped once he reached the car and began to nip at it. You sneered and growled at the puppy. He just looked up, barked, and began to bite at your foot. You nudged at him but he kept biting.

"Peppy please come back!" The girl shouted, the puppy was just biting away.

"Damn it, fuck off! You stupid... dog..." The dog was already hopping back onto the side walk.

"Hn..." Suddenly your vision turned gray, blue, white, an eye straining yellow, and then everything went black. You couldn't breath, your body felt cold, you heard an ear splitting scream and heard a sicking crunch as the sound of a car screeched to a stop.(~~~Go to the black words; Witch~~~)

10.10.10They're just some immature kids10.10.10

You snear and turn away, they're just some immature kids that doesn't know how to grow up. You waited for the blinking red hand to turn into a solid white stick figure. You didn't care to help, you weren't their mothers, and those kids should know better; if they didn't, that was their parents fault. The stick man appeared while you were thinking, you didn't know how long it been there so you decided now would be a good time to walk across. You heard a buzzing sound and stopped, something ran into the back of your heel, making you loose your footing and wobble a little; you didn't fall but you did look like an idiot flailing about. Looking down after you steadied yourself, you saw a micro car, you looked up at the little boys to see them laughing.

"Oh, real mature... You little kids think you're funny!" You shouted at them; how dare they make you look like a fool.

You weren't even bothering them and they still felt the need to fuck with you, kids. They kept laughing and ran off, pushing the girl and releasing the puppy in the processs. Their little legs made them slower so it would have been easy to catch them, but running after them would make you look as immature as they do now. You scoffed and were going to turn back and walked the other half of the street.

"Peppy!" "Arp! Arp!" The little girl cried out, getting up from the ground. You looked down to see the puppy running towards you. The puppy stopped once he reached the car and began to nip at it. You blinked at the puppy, you shooed him. He just looked up, barked, and began to bite at your foot. You nudged at him but he kept biting.

"Peppy please come back!" The girl shouted, the puppy was just biting away.

"Go on, leave. You stupid...! Mutt..." The dog was already hopping back onto the side walk.

"Okay then..." Suddenly your vision turned gray, blue, white, an eye straining yellow, and then everything went black. You couldn't breath, your body felt cold, you heard an ear splitting scream and heard a sicking crunch as the sound of a car screeched to a stop.(~~~Go to the black words; Witch~~~)

11.11.11You just can't stand by and see this continue11.11.11

You frowned and closed your eyes, you really didn't want to get involve, but your heart couldn't bear to see this continue. You walked over to them, as you stopped the little girl stopped crying and looked up at you.

"You three shouldn't bully people, it's not right." You said calmly, scaring the three boys in the processs.

"Hey, get lost lady!" A snot nose kid shouted, he was holding the puppy's collar; but the puppy didn't seem to want to be with him.

"Yeah, scram!" Another boy shouted, he had hold of the girl's shoulders. The third boy had a remote control of some sort in his hands.

"You all should be a shamed of yourselves." You said, placing your hands on your hip; they were young, a scolding should do the trick.

"Oh no, were sorry lady, will just go!" The boy with the controller said sarcastically. None of them budged.

You sighed "Why don't you three go home, you really shouldn't pick on people." You said taking the boy's hand from the girl's shoulders. The boy snatched his hand from you.

"Hey back off!" He shouted at you "That's it, we don't need this! Here!" The little boy holding the girl yelled and pushed her into you.

"Do it, Jimmy!" The boy holding the puppy yelled, he threw the puppy down--who thankfully fell on his feet, and ran after the other. The boy named Jimmy ran backwards as he stared forward, doing something with the controller. They weren't your main concern, their little legs were too small to make them un-catch-able, but you didn't see the need to go after them.

"Are you hurt?" You asked the girl. She looked up at you and smiled.

"No, thank-" "-Arp! Arp!" You and the little girl looked to see the puppy running back to where you walked from. Your eyes focused to the street to see a toy car resting in the middle of it.

"Oh no... Peppy!" The little girl yelled. She ran towards him, you followed behind.

"Stay here please." You told the little girl as you stopped her from running out in the street. You walked over to the puppy.

"Hey there little fella." The puppy was nipping at the toy car. "Come on now, let's take you to mommy, okay?" You said, picking him up, he licked your face. You stood up and he began to wiggle in your hands.

"Hm? What's wrong, oh?!" He hopped out of your hands. Suddenly your vision turned gray, blue, white, an eye straining yellow, and then everything went black. You couldn't breath, your body felt cold, you heard an ear splitting scream and heard a sicking crunch as the sound of a car screeched to a stop.(~~~Go to the black words; Witch~~~)

12.12.12Kids tend to play too rough12.12.12

You frowned, little kids play too rough; not to say that your weak, but kids don't take kindly to strangers telling them what to do and you didn't feel like getting your hands dirty beating them up. You waited for the blinking red hand to turn into a solid white stick figure. You really hate it when boys think they can boss little girls around, she probably didn't do anything but be a little girl that was easy to mess with. The stick man appeared while you were thinking, you didn't know how long it been there so you decided now would be a good time to walk across. You heard a buzzing sound and stopped, something ran into the back of your heel, causing you to fall flat on your ass. You heard laughing and looked to where it was coming from, it was those three boys. You blushed heavily and stood; oh those little brats where going to pay. Walking towards them, they coward back a little. You gave them a cute smile and they blushed.

"Oh my, oh no. Did you three see who tripped me?" You asked overly dramatic but they were kids, it was probably sexy so them.

"Uh... um" A snot nose kid stuttered, he was holding the puppy's collar; but the puppy didn't seem to want to be with him.

"Uh, Jimmy did it!" Another boy shouted, he had hold of the girl's shoulders. The third boy had a remote control of some sort in his hands and looked flustered.

"Uh, no I didn't!" The third boy known as Jimmy hid the controller behind his back.

"Oh, okay then... You see, it's just that I think I really hurt myself" You said, sounding faint and out of breath. "I... I might even have a bruise" You placed your hand on your chest, opening your shirt a little; all three of the boy's leand in. You quickly lifted your hand and backhand all three of them.

"Hey!" They all shouted.

"Teach you right you little perverts! Messing with that poor girl" You said, the kids looked angry but ran off, one boy dropping the puppy-who thankfully landed on his feet, probably to tell their mommies, you though.

"Are you okay?" The little girl asked. Awe she was such a cutie; you couldn't believe those boys, men.

"Yeah, better yet, are you okay?" You asked, petting her head.

"Yeah, thank-" "-Arp! Arp!" You and the little girl looked to see the puppy running back to where you walked from. Your eyes focused to the street to see the toy car resting in the middle of it.

"Oh no... Peppy!" The little girl yelled. She ran towards him, you followed behind.

"Wait her sweetie, I'll get him" You reassured the girl as you walked to the puppy.

"Hello cutie" The puppy was nipping at the toy car. "Come on now" you cooed, picking him up, he licked your face. You stood up and he began to wiggle in your hands.

"Hm? Oh!" He hopped out of your hands. Suddenly your vision turned gray, blue, white, an eye straining yellow, and then everything went black. You couldn't breath, your body felt cold, you heard an ear splitting scream and heard a sicking crunch as the sound of a car screeched to a stop.(~~~Go to the black words; Witch~~~)

~~~Witch~~~

Your body began to numb from the cold, you could feel yourself looking around but it was still black. You could breathe again as the black turnd to a grayish white, blinding white, to a sky blue. You blinked as you looked around to see clouds and birds flying through the baby blue hue of the sky. You looked down and gasped; up under you, twenty feet down was the ground, but that wasn't what shocked you, what shocked you was the glossy lifeless eyes of yourself; you covered your mouth and gagged. Your body was sprawled over the street; your mouth was gaped open slightly, you choked at the oddly bent places your leg and arm was in, you nearly fainted at the blood you saw leaking from somewhere up under you. You blinked back tears as you saw people crowding around your body. You saw the little girl that was being harassed, there was a policeman trying to calm her down; you saw a second police man cuffing and stuffing a guy into the back of his cop car. You saw a red sports car with a darker red splattered on the top; his car, your blood; you sobbed and look to see two paramedics surrounding your body.

They quickly pulled out their equipment; you blushed as they ripped your top open to strap wires and things you couldn't place a name on. You gasped as you saw them begin to give up, your eyes widen when you saw the paramedics shake their head sadly. Hot tears trailed down your cheeks, you could taste the salt as your mouth hung open in a silent sob.

"Save me…" You manage to mumble, you shook your head as no one listen and they began to drape a starch blue sheet over your head.

You closed your eyes, you couldn't look anymore; you couldn't stand to see the paramedics lift your body into the back of their car. You blocked out the pitted looks in the peoples eyes, more tears fell. You sobbed and covered your mouth as the paramedics shook their head and began to drive off.

"Save me… Save me. Save me!" You shouted, the ambulance kept going, you heard the faint mutter of 'DOA' come from it. You sobbed into your hand as you saw the people begin to clear out and leave, you hugged yourself and curled into a ball.

Your lungs began to tighten as your air supply became scarce; you opened your eyes to see colors flash through them, no! You weren't ready to go yet! They was supposed to save you, someone was supposed to save you… You gasped as you stopped breathing, the flash of colors bled to black and you began to feel dizzy as your body dropped. You closed your eyes as your heart clenched; you opened your eyes to see a spiral of black and white. The white dulled to a gray, then morphed into a deep purple you looked up to see that you were flying to a little white dot, or falling, you didn't know, there were nothing there to tell you what direction you were going.

You blinked as the white increased in size; you smiled as the clenching lighten with you nearing closer. Wherever you were going—Heaven, Hell, or a black void, you didn't care, just as long as you were able to rid yourself of this feeling of regret of all the things you didn't have the chance to do. You felt your breath come back and closed your eyes, as the white increased into a huge hole, you waited for the pure to embrace you.

You quickly opened your eyes as a roller coaster like feeling fluttered in your stomach; your eyes were met with a clearer bluer sky… Sky?! You gasped as you flipped and nosed dive down. You blinked but couldn't conjure breath to scream, you could see concrete heading straight towards you; or you towards it!

You cursed and held your nose, you fell smack onto a seagull that so happened to be flying by under you. Your body spun and flipped through the air until you, steady now, were falling on your back. You clenched your eyes shut after the dizzying spin; your mind blanked as you felt yourself float down on your back. You heard many gasp and women screaming.

You opened your eyes to see a crowd of people around you, men guarded the women protectively as they either screamed and or fainted; children were hiding behind, what you could only assume, their mothers; you gawked at their colonial like clothing.

"Fall in!" You heard a strong male voice yell, you gawked even more when a group of men pushed pass the crowd; they also wore colonial like clothing but only they all matched in their red and white colors.

"Raise arms!" You blinked as they held up guns with knives on the end, all pointing them at you. A man silkily slipped passes the crowd of unified men and stood right in front of you.

"You, witch, are under arrest." The man stated calmly as he gave you a condescending smirk.

The man had beautiful hazel green eyes, but that was about it, everything else seemed unnatural, his skin was obviously powdered down, as well as his curly white wig. You could only assume his hair was brown by picking the norm, but you couldn't really tell with the grany squirrel and all. He seemed to be expecting something from you, but you only stared at him dumbly.

"Ah, not afraid are you? Well, we'll see how you fair with the gallows." He said haughtily.

He frowned at your blank stare as if expecting you to piss your pants, you couldn't help it, all this was scrambling your brain and each time you tried to order it, your brain would cramp. A gray streak flash through your eyes and you felt a hard thump in your lap. You looked down to see the same seagull you ran into, its wing was twisted in an odd way and its blood leaked onto you—all in all it was dead. You screamed and everything went black.

"Come here, boy. Want a nice juicy bone? Come here. Come on." You heard whistling and a few men saying, the voices were too far away and ringing fuzz was buzzing through your ears, you couldn't really tell.

"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move." You heard a gruff voice say, this one was much closer, so you were certain it was male.

"Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." You heard the far away voice say sarcastically.

There were silence for a while, you then heard the men cooing for the dog again. You heard something near your ear rustle as you felt something rub against your hip as it trailed up and started towards your stomach. You then felt something brush against your cheek and heat near your face. You smelt some kind of strong stench, like alcohol something began to tickle your upper lip.

You were a little frightened.

15: Slap it away; nothing should be that close to you. (Go to the words with number 15)

16: Sneeze; it tickles. (Go to the words with number 16)

17: Cough; the stench, it burns… (Go to the words with number 17)

18: Brush it away; the tickle is annoying. (Go to the words with number 18)

19: Hold your breath and open your eyes; you hope it's not a spider. (Go to the words with number 19)

20: Blush; for some reason you feel very hot. (Go to the words with number 20)

21: Open your eyes; you want to know what's going on. (Go to the words with number 21)

15.15.15Cough15.15.15

You inwardly cringed at the stench, the smell was familiar; it smelled like your uncle Joe at your tenth Christmas, he called you Betty and tried to kiss you. You shuddered at the thought; the smell was horribly rancid to you since then. Warm air brushed over your face, your nose was burning, and you couldn't take it. You quickly lifted your hand to cover your mouth and coughed, slapping something in the process. You heard a grunt and opened your eyes.

Above you were a dusty brown wooden ceiling, with dusty brown wooden walls, and a dusty brown wooden floor. You quickly hopped up from the dirty floor and dusted yourself off. Looking around, you notice that you were closed off by dirty bars. Also on the other side of the dirty bars where a few old looking men, who were equally dirty, locked in their own bars; you assumed they were the men who were calling for the dog.

"Okay, maby I deserved that…" You blinked and looked around your cell, there was someone sharing it with you; and he was rubbing his jaw.

The man had chocolate eyes that was rimed with mascara of some sort, sun kissed skin that might not have been naturally bronze, he had dark brown hair which was matted, yet oddly neat, in dreads that reached his mid back; littered in it was tiny knickknacks and gold pieces, tied at the top of it was a deep red bandanna; covered by a tricorn. The man also had a goatee that was braided in two with beads at the end of both. He was, also, quite equally dirty.

"What is this place?" You mumbled.

"It's called a prison." The man in your cell said as he stood up, you must have looked at him confused, buy what he said next, "You know, bars and locks… Can't excape-" You held your hand up, to signal you understood.

"'Prison'? Prison?" You stared dumbly, the man nodded; you walked over to the bars and began to shake it. "How can I be in prison? I'm dead!" You shouted. The man in your cell blinked, he then avoided eye contact with you and slumped on a grim coated box.

"Damn wench, your scar'n the dog!" You looked to see that one of the men in the other cell was addressing that to you, frowning, you stumped over to the bars in between you and them.

"Who are you calling a wench, you dirty old man!" You shouted, glaring through the bars at them.

"Heh, witches…" One of them said, all nodding their heads, as if that was the answer to your anger.

That was the fifth time you heard that, a few from the crowed you fell into and once from that hazel eyed man.

The man in your cell perked up. "'Witch', you say?" He then stood and swaggered over to you.

You turned to follow his movements as he clamped his hands onto your hips, swaying his hands side to side, forcing your hips to do the same, he then pulled you closer to him.

"Why don't you do… Whatever it is that witches do, and break us out of here." The man smiled charmingly at you as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

He was such a gentleman, oh how you loved those, to bad he was dirt—and currently stroking your bottom. You pulled your hand back and slapped his straying hand away.

"Let go of me, you filthy perv!" You shouted.

"Heh, witches…" The same man from the other cell said again. This time, the man in your cell nodded in agreement.

"I'm not a witch!" You said angrily. The man in your cell looked down at your clothes, lingering on your breast more than needed. You covered your chest and scowled, he then looked back up at you as if you were the crazy one.

He then walked back to his 'chair' to stare blankly around the room. You looked over to the other cell to see them back at coaxing the dog. You then notice that, even though, tattered and covered in dirt and grime, they too had on the weird clothing the group of people earlier had on, like some kind of out of style vintage outfit.

"What's with the tacky clothing?" You asked, a little snooty, but they looked at you funny so~. No one, not even the dog turned to look at you.

"Hey! Listen to me!" Your eye twitched slightly, how dare they? The man in your cell boredly looked on as the others still tried to catch the dog's attention.

"I'm-." A huge blast cut you off, shaking you and your neighbors' cell. "… W-what… was th-."

"I know those guns." The man in your cell suddenly said, cutting you off. He jumped up and looking out the small high window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." A man in the other cell said.

"Um, hello, what was that? What was that boom?" You asked, dusting the soot that fell on your shoulder.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" The man in your cell said back, ignoring you. You'd have no idea if he was being sarcastic, or truly wondering.

"I'm talking here!" You shouted, they turned to go back to what they were doing before. "Don't ignore meEee!-" You gasped as a huge boom shook your cell. Your body shook as you stumbled forward.

"Wah, catch me!" You shouted, the man in your cell jumped up as you fell onto of him. Hold you under your arms, stopping you from kissing the ground; he looked to the other cell to see a gaping hole on their side, and a teensy hole on your side.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." A man said curtly as another tossed the bone into your cell and all began to climb out the hole.

The man scoffed and dropped you flat on your face. He stepped over you and walked to the bone, picking it up, he began to whistle.

"Come on, doggy." The man began to coax. You lifted yourself up.

"I'd never…" You mumbled, dusting yourself off.

"It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack." The man, who you now no as Jack said, ignoring your mumbling, you stood behind him. "Come on. Come on, good boy. That'a good boy, come on!" Jack praised, you looked at the dog, it looked like a statue, and you didn't even see its stomach moving to breath.

"Is it real?" You whispered, Jack glared up at you.

"Of course it's real!" He said tensely, you could tell he was agitated, at you or the dog, you didn't know.

"Bit closer, bit closer." The dog didn't budge. You blinked.

"It's not going to move." You snipped, you didn't like how he was treating you.

"You got a better idea? What are you doing?" He mumbled back watching you, you walked off. "Now, and you don't talk." He grumbled.

"Oh? You wanted to speak to me now?" You said sarcastically, walking over to the small hole. You could feel him rolling his eyes as you inspected the hole. "I'm getting out by this hole, is what I'm doing." You said, sticking your head through the small through the hole, you saw people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You gawked as you saw men rounding around chasing women, "Okay, but I'm not helping, if you get stuck." You heard him say faintly. You gasped and pulled your head back in.

"Did you just call me fat?" You gasped at him. He turned and looked at you up and down, lingering on your busts.

"Heh… Not all of you." He smirked and you cringed, covering your chest again. He ignored you again and went back to the dog, you huffed and walked over to the create he once sat on,

"That's it, that's it, doggy." You didn't have to look back to no the dog still didn't move. "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." Jack grumbled, a loud clang was heard and the dog got up and ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Jack called after the dog, but a crash was heard again and the guard came clanking down the stairs.

A dirty man came after; he looked around, a little surprised "This ain't the armory." Another man came down behind him. Jack stiffened, it was dark, and you could hardly see. You stood to get a better view.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." The other man said to the first man, who you now know as Twigg.

Twigg spits pointlessly and you cringe, men were so disgusting, "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He snickered with his buddy.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack said calmly, he didn't seem phased by their banter.

The other man frown and grabs Jack's throat, the moon light shines on his are to reveal a skeleton. You gasped and back up; that looked to real, you were dreaming, you had to be.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." You chanted, stepping back. You jumped a little as you back touch the cold stone behind you.

Jack looked down at the man's arm. "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack pondered, he seemed to no what was up with them.

"You know nothing of Hell." The man who held jack said, releasing him. Him and his friends then both left.

"That's very interesting." Jack mumbled to himself, he then turned to see how you were holding up. Your face must have had a shocked look to it, for his face softens as he walked towards you.

"S-stay away, I faint, I feel faint!" You cried out, swatting out at him as you slide down to the floor. He backed up, looking at you for a second longer; he then went back to sitting in front of the bars. (***Go to the black words on the next chapter; Coma***)

16.16.16Sneeze16.16.16

You inwardly laughed, the hair thing was tickling your nose; you didn't know if it was just dust or actually hair. You jerk a little as a wiggly sensation formed in your noes. Warm air brushed over your face, your nose was tingling, and you couldn't take it. You quickly lifted your hand to cover your nose and sneeze, slapping something in the process. You heard a grunt and opened your eyes.

Above you were a kooky brown wooden ceiling, with kooky brown wooden walls, and a kooky brown wooden floor. You quickly hopped up from the kooky floor and bobbling from the rush of blood to your head, you smiled at the sensation. Looking around, you notice that you were closed off by bars. Also on the other side of the kooky bars where a few old looking men, who were equally kooky, locked in their own bars; you assumed they were the men who were calling for the dog.

"Okay, maybe I deserved that…" You blinked and looked around your cell, there was someone sharing it with you; and he was rubbing his jaw.

The man had chocolate eyes that was rimed with mascara of some sort, sun kissed skin that might not have been naturally bronze, he had dark brown hair which was matted, yet oddly neat, in dreads that reached his mid back; littered in it was tiny knickknacks and gold pieces, tied at the top of it was a deep red bandanna; covered by a tricorn. The man also had a goatee that was braided in two with beads at the end of both. He was, also, quite equally kooky.

"Wow… this place is neat!" You mumbled.

"It's called a prison." The man in your cell said as he stood up, you must have looked at him confused, buy what he said next, "You know, bars and locks… Can't excape-" You jumped and the man stopped, not quiet understanding what just happened

"'Prison'? Prison?" You stared goofy, the man nodded; you walked over to the bars and began to stroke it. "I'm in prison? Oh good, I thought I was dead!" You said, wiping your forehead as you gave a breath of relief. The man in your cell blinked, he then avoided eye contact with you and slumped on a grim coated box.

"Damn wench, your scar'n the dog!" You looked to see that one of the men in the other cell was addressing that to you, frowning, you stumped over to the bars in between you and them.

"That's not nice, you old fart!" You shouted, glaring through the bars at them.

"Heh, witches…" One of them said, all nodding their heads, as if that was the answer to your anger.

That was the fifth time you heard that, a few from the crowed you fell into and once from that hazel eyed man.

The man in your cell perked up. "'Witch', you say?" He then stood and swaggered over to you.

You turned to follow his movements as he clamped his hands onto your hips, swaying his hands side to side, forcing your hips to do the same, he then pulled you closer to him.

"Why don't you do…? Whatever it is that witches do, and break us out of here." The man smiled charmingly at you as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

He was such a gentleman, oh how you peeved those, too stiff—and currently stroking your bottom. You pulled your hand back and pinched him on the back of the hand, he released you in confusion.

"Hey, no cake before dinner!" You shouted.

"Heh, witches…" The same man from the other cell said again. This time, the man in your cell nodded in agreement.

"I'm not a witch!" You said tiredly. The man in your cell looked down at your clothes, lingering on your breast, "Um, you have a question for my boobs?" He then looked back up at you as if you were the crazy one.

He walked back to his 'chair' to stare blankly around the room. You looked over to the other cell to see them back at coaxing the dog. You then notice that, even though, tattered and covered in dirt and grime, they too had on the weird clothing the group of people earlier had on, like some kind of cool retro theater outfit.

"What's with the snazzy clothing?" You asked, a little giddy, but you love them costumes, so~. No one, not even the dog turned to look at you.

"Hey! Why aren't you guyz listening!" Your eye blinked slightly, so not cool. The man in your cell boredly looked on as the others still tried to catch the dog's attention.

"Com-." A huge blast cut you off, shaking you and your neighbors' cell. "… W-wowy… was th-?"

"I know those guns." The man in your cell suddenly said, cutting you off. He jumped up and looking out the small high window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." A man in the other cell said.

"Whoa… What was that just now, earthshake?" You asked, jumping up and down slightly.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" The man in your cell said back, ignoring you. You'd have no idea if he was being sarcastic, or truly wondering.

"Awe, I don't like the ignoring game!" You shouted, they turned to go back to what they were doing before. "Come on guUy-ees!-" You gasped as a huge boom shook your cell. Your body shook as you stumbled forward.

"Whoops!" You cried, the man in your cell jumped up as you fell onto of him. Hold you under your arms, stopping you from kissing the ground; he looked to the other cell to see a gaping hole on their side, and a teensy hole on your side.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." A man said curtly as another tossed the bone into your cell and all began to climb out the hole.

The man scoffed and dropped you flat on your face. He stepped over you and walked to the bone, picking it up, he began to whistle.

"Come on, doggy." The man began to coax. You lifted yourself up.

"Man, dude…" You mumbled, dusting yourself off.

"It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack." The man, who you now no as Jack said, ignoring your mumbling, you stood behind him. "Come on. Come on, good boy. That'a good boy, come on!" Jack praised, you looked at the dog, it looked like a statue, and you didn't even see its stomach moving to breath.

"Is it real?" You whispered, Jack glared up at you.

"Of course it's real!" He said tensely, you could tell he was agitated, at you or the dog, you didn't know.

"Bit closer, bit closer." The dog didn't budge. You blinked.

"He ain't moving." You laughed, a little haughtily; you didn't really like the first or the other impressions of him.

"You got a better idea? What are you doing?" He mumbled back watching you, you walked off. "Now, and you don't talk." He grumbled.

"Oh? What, you say something?" You said sarcastically, walking over to the small hole. You could feel him rolling his eyes as you inspected the hole. "I'm going to squeaze through this whole." You said, sticking your head through the small hole. Looking through the hole, you saw people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You gawked as you saw men rounding around chasing women, "Okay, but I'm not helping, if you get stuck." You heard him say faintly. You gasped and pulled your head back in.

"Them people are running around like crazies?" You gaped at him. He turned and looked at you up and down, lingering on your busts more than needed.

"Heh…" He smirked and you rolled your eyes, "My boobs don't talk!" You said, covering your chest. He ignored you again and went back to the dog, you huffed and walked over to the create he once sat on,

"That's it, that's it, doggy." You didn't have to look back to no the dog still didn't move. "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." Jack grumbled, a loud clang was heard and the dog got up and ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Jack called after the dog, but a crash was heard again and the guard came clanking down the stairs.

A kooky man came after; he looked around, a little surprised "This ain't the armory." Another man came down behind him. Jack stiffened, it was dark, and you could hardly see. You stood to get a better view.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." The other man said to the first man, who you now know as Twigg.

Twigg spits pointlessly and you cringe, that was completely unneeded, "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He snickered with his buddy.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack said calmly, he didn't seem phased by their banter.

The other man frown and grabs Jack's throat, the moon light shines on his are to reveal a skeleton. You gasped and back up; that looked to real, you were dreaming, you had to be.

"Oh snap, oh snap, oh snap." You chanted, stepping back. You jumped a little as you back touch the cold stone behind you.

Jack looked down at the man's arm. "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack pondered, he seemed to no what was up with them.

"You know nothing of Hell." The man who held jack said, releasing him. Him and his friends then both left.

"That's very interesting." Jack mumbled to himself, he then turned to see how you were holding up. Your face must have had a shocked look to it, for his face softens as he walked towards you.

"S-stay away man, not cool, not cool!" You cried out, swatting out at him as you slid down to the floor. He backed up, looking at you for a second longer; he then went back to sitting in front of the bars. (***Go to the black words on the next chapter Coma***)

15.15.15Slap it away15.15.15

You frowned; the hair thing was tickling your nose; that was just to close for comfort. Growled softly as warm air brushed over your face, you had a strange feeling, and you couldn't take it. You quickly lifted your hand to swat whatever it was, slapping something in the processs. You heard a grunt and opened your eyes.

Above you were a rotten brown wooden ceiling, with rotten brown wooden walls, and a rotten brown wooden floor. You quickly hopped up from the floor cursing the thump in your head, you sneered at the sensation. Looking around, you notice that you were closed off by bars. Also on the other side of the rotten bars where a few old looking men, who were equally rotten, locked in their own bars; you assumed they were the men who were calling for the dog.

"Okay, maybe I deserved that…" You blinked and looked around your cell, there was someone sharing it with you; and he was rubbing his jaw.

The man had chocolate eyes that was rimed with mascara of some sort, sun kissed skin that might not have been naturally bronze, he had dark brown hair which was matted, yet oddly neat, in dreads that reached his mid back; littered in it was tiny knickknacks and gold pieces, tied at the top of it was a deep red bandanna; covered by a tricorn. The man also had a goatee that was braided in two with beads at the end of both. He was, also, quite equally rotten.

"Where the hell am I?" You mumbled.

"It's called a prison." The man in your cell said as he stood up, you must have looked at him confused, buy what he said next, "You know, bars and locks…-" You scowled deeply, he stopped, not knowing what the problem was.

"'Prison'? Prison?" You glared, the man nodded; you walked over to the bars and punched it, shaking your hand, and then flicking your finger on it to hear it vibrate. "I'm in prison? No, you liar, I'm dead!" You snapped, growling. The man in your cell blinked, he then avoided eye contact with you and slumped on a grim coated box.

"Damn wench, your scar'n the dog!" You looked to see that one of the men in the other cell was addressing that to you, frowning, you stumped over to the bars in between you and them.

"Who the fuck you calling a wench, you rotten old bastard!" You shouted, glaring through the bars at them.

"Heh, witches…" One of them said, all nodding their heads, as if that was the answer to your anger.

That was the fifth time you heard that, a few from the crowed you fell into and once from that hazel eyed man.

The man in your cell perked up. "'Witch', you say?" He then stood and swaggered over to you.

You turned to follow his movements as he clamped his hands onto your hips, swaying his hands side to side, forcing your hips to do the same, he then pulled you closer to him.

"Why don't you do…? Whatever it is that witches do, and break us out of here." The man smiled charmingly at you as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

He was such a gentleman, oh how you hate those, too touch fore you—and currently stroking your bottom. You pulled him closed and kneed him, thankfully for him, you go his stomach, he released you in shock.

"Keep your shit to yourself, or my knee gets personal with you goods!" You shouted.

"Heh, witches…" The same man from the other cell said again. This time, the man in your cell nodded in agreement.

"I'm no witch!" You said heatedly. The man in your cell looked down at your clothes, lingering on your breast; "Keep looking." You threatened He then looked back up at you as if you were the crazy one.

He walked back to his 'chair' to stare blankly around the room. You looked over to the other cell to see them back at coaxing the dog. You then notice that, even though, tattered and covered in dirt and grime, they too had on the weird clothing the group of people earlier had on, like some kind of wanna be Gothic clique.

"What's with the freak clothing?" You asked, insulting, but you didn't like anyone right now, so~. No one, not even the dog turned to look at you.

"Answer me!" Your eye strained, the little bastards. The man in your cell boredly looked on as the others still tried to catch the dog's attention.

"Loo-." A huge blast cut you off, shaking you and your neighbors' cell. "… What the… fuc-?"

"I know those guns." The man in your cell suddenly said, cutting you off. He jumped up and looking out the small high window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." A man in the other cell said.

"What the hell's going on?" You asked, trying to keep your breathing under control.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" The man in your cell said back, ignoring you. You'd have no idea if he was being sarcastic, or truly wondering.

"Hey, tell me what's happening, now!" You shouted, they turned to go back to what they were doing before. "You little bast-eEe!-" You gasped as a huge boom shook your cell. Your body shook as you stumbled forward.

"Oh fuck!" You cried, the man in your cell jumped up as you fell onto of him. Hold you under your arms, stopping you from kissing the ground; he looked to the other cell to see a gaping hole on their side, and a teensy hole on your side.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." A man said curtly as another tossed the bone into your cell and all began to climb out the hole.

The man scoffed and dropped you flat on your face. He stepped over you and walked to the bone, picking it up, he began to whistle.

"Come on, doggy." The man began to coax. You lifted yourself up.

"Son of a bitch…" You mumbled, dusting yourself off.

"It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack." The man, who you now no as Jack said, ignoring your mumbling, you stood behind him. "Come on. Come on, good boy. That'a good boy, come on!" Jack praised, you looked at the dog, it looked like a statue, and you didn't even see its stomach moving to breath.

"Is it real?" You whispered, Jack glared up at you.

"Of course it's real!" He said tensely, you could tell he was agitated, at you or the dog, you didn't know.

"Bit closer, bit closer." The dog didn't budge. You blinked.

"Heh, you're just mimicking the fools." You sneered, down your nose; you really didn't like him.

"You got a better idea? What are you doing?" He mumbled back watching you, you walked off. "Now, and you don't talk." He grumbled.

"Mind your business." You said curtly, walking over to the small hole. You could feel him rolling his eyes as you inspected the hole. "Jackass." You said, sticking your head through the small hole. Looking through the hole, you saw people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You gawked as you saw men rounding around chasing women, "Okay, but I'm not helping, if you get stuck." You heard him say faintly. You gasped and pulled your head back in.

"Nothing but idiots out there." You said, mouth slightly opened. He turned and looked at you up and down, lingering on your busts more than needed.

"Heh…" He smirked, "A third stare, and I'm breaking your legs!" You said, poking out your chest, daring him. He ignored you again and went back to the dog, you scoffed and walked over to the create he once sat on,

"That's it, that's it, doggy." You didn't have to look back to no the dog still didn't move. "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." Jack grumbled, a loud clang was heard and the dog got up and ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Jack called after the dog, but a crash was heard again and the guard came clanking down the stairs.

A rotten man came after; he looked around, a little surprised "This ain't the armory." Another man came down behind him. Jack stiffened, it was dark, and you could hardly see. You stood to get a better view.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." The other man said to the first man, who you now know as Twigg.

Twigg spits pointlessly and you frowned, 'tough guy', "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He snickered with his buddy.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack said calmly, he didn't seem phased by their banter.

The other man frown and grabs Jack's throat, the moon light shines on his are to reveal a skeleton. You gasped and back up; that looked to real, you were dreaming, you had to be.

"Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck." You chanted, stepping back. You jumped a little as you back touch the cold stone behind you.

Jack looked down at the man's arm."So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack pondered, he seemed to no what was up with them.

"You know nothing of Hell." The man who held jack said, releasing him. Him and his friends then both left.

"That's very interesting." Jack mumbled to himself, he then turned to see how you were holding up. Your face must have had a shocked look to it, for his face softens as he walked towards you.

"B-back up, oh shit, oh shit!" You cried out, swatting out at him as you slid down to the floor. He backed up, looking at you for a second longer; he then went back to sitting in front of the bars. (***Go to the black words on the next chapter; Coma***)

19.19.19Hold your breath and open your eyes19.19.19

You tremor slightly; you hope it was not a spider. You were confused when warm air brushed over your face, you had a strange feeling, and you couldn't take it; the little legs, or hair, were frightening you a little. You quickly lifted your hand to swat whatever it was, slapping something in the prosses. You heard a grunt and opened your eyes.

Above you were a worn out brown wooden ceiling, with worn out brown wooden walls, and a worn out brown wooden floor. You quickly hopped up from the floor wobbling slightly from the head rush. Looking around, you notice that you were closed off by bars. Also on the other side of the worn bars where a few old looking men, who were equally worn out, locked in their own bars; you assumed they were the men who were calling for the dog.

"Okay, maybe I deserved that…" You blinked and looked around your cell, there was someone sharing it with you; and he was rubbing his jaw.

The man had chocolate eyes that was rimed with mascara of some sort, sun kissed skin that might not have been naturally bronze, he had dark brown hair which was matted, yet oddly neat, in dreads that reached his mid back; littered in it was tiny knickknacks and gold pieces, tied at the top of it was a deep red bandanna; covered by a tricorn. The man also had a goatee that was braided in two with beads at the end of both. He was, also, quite equally worn out.

"Where in the name…?" You mumbled.

"It's called a prison." The man in your cell said as he stood up, you must have looked at him confused, buy what he said next, "You know, bars and locks…-" You blinked, still looking confused.

"'Prison'? Prison?" You gawked, the man nodded; you looked around and noted the bars. "I'm in prison?No, no I… I'm supposed to be dead…!" The man in your cell blinked, he then avoided eye contact with you and slumped on a grim coated box.

"Damn wench, your scar'n the dog!" You looked to see that one of the men in the other cell was addressing that to you, frowning sadly, you choose to ignore them.

"'Wench'? you don't even know me…" You muttered, glaring through the bars at them.

"Heh, witches…" One of them said, all nodding their heads, as if that was the answer to your anger.

That was the fifth time you heard that, a few from the crowed you fell into and once from that hazel eyed man.

The man in your cell perked up. "'Witch', you say?" He then stood and swaggered over to you.

You turned to follow his movements as he clamped his hands onto your hips, swaying his hands side to side, forcing your hips to do the same, he then pulled you closer to him.

"Why don't you do…? Whatever it is that witches do, and break us out of here." The man smiled charmingly at you as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

He was such a gentleman, oh how you hate those, they always act as if they're too good for anyone—and currently stroking your bottom. You gasped slapped his straying hand away, he released you in shock.

"W-wha, ah! Pervert!" You shouted.

"Heh, witches…" The same man from the other cell said again. This time, the man in your cell nodded in agreement.

"I'm not a witch!" You said confusedly. The man in your cell looked down at your clothes, lingering on your breast; you covered your chest. He then looked back up at you as if you were the crazy one.

He walked back to his 'chair' to stare blankly around the room. You looked over to the other cell to see them back at coaxing the dog. You then notice that, even though, tattered and covered in dirt and grime, they too had on the weird clothing the group of people earlier had on, like some kind of olden day wear.

"What strange clothing…?" You said, curious, they were questioning your getup, so~. No one, not even the dog turned to look at you.

"What am I doing here anyways?" You asked after a few minutes, they still didn't answer, figures. The man in your cell boredly looked on as the others still tried to catch the dog's attention.

"Um-." A huge blast cut you off, shaking you and your neighbors' cell. "W-what-?"

"I know those guns." The man in your cell suddenly said, cutting you off. He jumped up and looking out the small high window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." A man in the other cell said.

"What's happening?" You asked, trying to keep your breathing under control.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" The man in your cell said back, ignoring you. You'd have no idea if he was being sarcastic, or truly wondering.

"Please, someone tell me!" You shouted, they turned to go back to what they were doing before. "PleaEes!-" You gasped as a huge boom shook your cell. Your body shook as you stumbled forward.

"Oh!" You cried, the man in your cell jumped up as you fell onto of him. Hold you under your arms, stopping you from kissing the ground; he looked to the other cell to see a gaping hole on their side, and a teensy hole on your side.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." A man said curtly as another tossed the bone into your cell and all began to climb out the hole.

The man scoffed and dropped you flat on your face. He stepped over you and walked to the bone, picking it up, he began to whistle.

"Come on, doggy." The man began to coax. You lifted yourself up.

"Ow…" You mumbled, dusting yourself off.

"It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack." The man, who you now no as Jack said, ignoring your mumbling, you stood behind him. "Come on. Come on, good boy. That'a good boy, come on!" Jack praised, you looked at the dog, it looked like a statue, and you didn't even see its stomach moving to breath.

"Is it real?" You whispered, Jack glared up at you.

"Of course it's real!" He said tensely, you could tell he was agitated, at you or the dog, you didn't know.

"Bit closer, bit closer." The dog didn't budge. You blinked.

"He's not moving." Yeah, stating the obvious; you just wanted to make sure he didn't seriously think the dog would come to him.

"You got a better idea? What are you doing?" He mumbled back watching you, you walked off. "Now, and you don't talk." He grumbled.

"…" You didn't answer, walking over to the small hole. You could feel him rolling his eyes as you inspected the hole. "Why do you care, all of a sudden?" You said, sticking your head through the small hole. Looking through the hole, you saw people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You gawked as you saw men rounding around chasing women, "Whatever, I'm not helping, if you get stuck." You heard him say faintly. You gasped and pulled your head back in.

"There's a riot or something." You mumbled, the sight was kind of unnerving. He turned and looked at you up and down, lingering on your busts more than needed.

"Heh…" He smirked, you covered your chest. He ignored you again and went back to the dog, you sighed and walked over to the create he once sat on.

"That's it, that's it, doggy." You didn't have to look back to know the dog still didn't move. "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." Jack grumbled, a loud clang was heard and the dog got up and ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Jack called after the dog, but a crash was heard again and the guard came clanking down the stairs.

A worn out man came after; he looked around, a little surprised "This ain't the armory." Another man came down behind him. Jack stiffened, it was dark, and you could hardly see. You stood to get a better view.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." The other man said to the first man, who you now know as Twigg.

Twigg spits pointlessly and you frowned, pig, "Last time I saw you; you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He snickered with his buddy.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack said calmly, he didn't seem phased by their banter.

The other man frown and grabs Jack's throat, the moon light shines on his are to reveal a skeleton. You gasped and back up; that looked to real, you were dreaming, you had to be.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap." You chanted, stepping back. You jumped a little as you back touch the cold stone behind you.

Jack looked down at the man's arm, "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack pondered, he seemed to no what was up with them.

"You know nothing of Hell." The man who held jack said, releasing him. Him and his friends then both left.

"That's very interesting." Jack mumbled to himself, he then turned to see how you were holding up. Your face must have had a shocked look to it, for his face softens as he walked towards you.

"G-get away, oh no, oh no!" You cried out, swatting out at him as you slide down to the floor. He backed up, looking at you for a second longer; he then went back to sitting in front of the bars. (***Go to the black words on the next chapter Coma***)

21.21.21 Open your eyes21.21.21

You open your eyes; what's the point of just sitting there. You were confused when warm air brushed over your face, you where beginning to get curious now, and you couldn't take it. You opened your eyes and lifted your head, head butting something in the process. You heard a grunt and looked around.

Above you were a grimy brown wooden ceiling, with grimy brown wooden walls, and a grimy brown wooden floor. You quickly hopped up from the floor wobbling slightly from the head rush. Looking around, you notice that you were closed off by bars. Also on the other side of the worn bars where a few old looking men, who were equally grimy, locked in their own bars; you assumed they were the men who were calling for the dog.

"Okay, maybe I deserved that…" You blinked and looked around your cell, there was someone sharing it with you; and he was rubbing his jaw.

The man had chocolate eyes that was rimed with mascara of some sort, sun kissed skin that might not have been naturally bronze, he had dark brown hair which was matted, yet oddly neat, in dreads that reached his mid back; littered in it was tiny knickknacks and gold pieces, tied at the top of it was a deep red bandanna; covered by a tricorn. The man also had a goatee that was braided in two with beads at the end of both. He was, also, quite equally grimy.

"Where in the name…?" You mumbled.

"It's called a prison." The man in your cell said as he stood up, you must have looked at him confused, buy what he said next, "You know, bars and locks…-" You blinked, still looking confused.

"'Prison'? Prison?" You gawked, the man nodded; you looked around and noted the bars. "I'm in prison? Amazing, I'm a live!" You cried out happily, jumping up and down. The man in your cell blinked, he then avoided eye contact with you and slumped on a grim coated box.

"Damn wench, your scar'n the dog!" You looked to see that one of the men in the other cell was addressing that to you, you gawked.

"'Wench'? That's demeaning to women!" You shouted, glaring through the bars at them.

"Heh, witches…" One of them said, all nodding their heads, as if that was the answer to your anger.

That was the fifth time you heard that, a few from the crowed you fell into and once from that hazel eyed man.

The man in your cell perked up. "'Witch, you say?" He then stood and swaggered over to you.

You turned to follow his movements as he clamped his hands onto your hips, swaying his hands side to side, forcing your hips to do the same, he then pulled you closer to him.

"Why don't you do…? Whatever it is that witches do, and break us out of here." The man smiled charmingly at you as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

He was such a gentleman, not many of them left, who knows if he's truly one or not—and currently stroking your bottom. You gasped slapped him, he released you in shock.

"You lech!" You shouted.

"Heh, witches…" The same man from the other cell said again. This time, the man in your cell nodded in agreement.

"What is it about this witch thing?" You said confusedly. The man in your cell looked down at your clothes, ligering on your breast; you waved your hand in an up motion by your chest, hinting to come back to your face. He then looked back up at you as if you were the crazy one.

He walked back to his 'chair' to stare blankly around the room. You looked over to the other cell to see them back at coaxing the dog. You then notice that, even though, tattered and covered in dirt and grime, they too had on the weird clothing the group of people earlier had on, like some kind of vintage, or colonial.

"What time line is this?" You said, sarcastically, they were questioning your getup, so~. No one, not even the dog turned to look at you.

"Fine, ignore me" You said after a few minutes, they still didn't answer, anti social much? The man in your cell boredly looked on as the others still tried to catch the dog's attention.

"Hey, um-." A huge blast cut you off, shaking you and your neighbors' cell. "Whoa, who the-!"

"I know those guns." The man in your cell suddenly said, cutting you off. He jumped up and looking out the small high window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." A man in the other cell said.

"What in the world?" You asked, trying to keep your breathing under control.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" The man in your cell said back, ignoring you. You'd have no idea if he was being sarcastic, or truly wondering.

"Please, can anyone tell me what exactly is happening?!" You shouted, they turned to go back to what they were doing before. "PleaEes!-" You gasped as a huge boom shook your cell. Your body shook as you stumbled forward.

"Eh!" You cried, the man in your cell jumped up as you fell onto of him. Hold you under your arms, stopping you from kissing the ground; he looked to the other cell to see a gaping hole on their side, and a teensy hole on your side.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." A man said curtly as another tossed the bone into your cell and all began to climb out the hole.

The man scoffed and dropped you flat on your face. He stepped over you and walked to the bone, picking it up, he began to whistle.

"Come on, doggy." The man began to coax. You lifted yourself up.

"Thanks…" You mumbled, dusting yourself off.

"It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack." The man, who you now no as Jack said, ignoring your mumbling, you stood behind him. "Come on. Come on, good boy. That'a good boy, come on!" Jack praised, you looked at the dog, it looked like a statue, and you didn't even see its stomach moving to breath.

"Is it real?" You whispered, Jack glared up at you.

"Of course it's real!" He said tensely, you could tell he was agitated, at you or the dog, you didn't know.

"Bit closer, bit closer." The dog didn't budge. You blinked.

"He's too loyal; he's not going to budge." You can see it in the dog's eyes, he wasn't going to turn on his training and give you guys the key.

"You got a better idea? What are you doing?" He mumbled back watching you, you walked off. "Now, and you don't talk." He grumbled.

"To check out this hole" You said, now a little annoyed at his bothering, walking over to the small hole. You could feel him rolling his eyes as you inspected the hole. "You got a better idea?" You mocked, sticking your head through the small hole. Looking through the hole, you saw people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You gawked as you saw men rounding around chasing women, "Currently working on it. I'm not helping if you get stuck." You heard him say faintly. You gasped and pulled your head back in.

"Those people need help." You mumbled, the sight was kind of unnerving. He turned and looked at you up and down, lingering on your busts more than needed.

"Heh…" He smirked, you harshly pointed up at your face, men and their goggling eyes. He ignored you again and went back to the dog, you sighed and walked over to the create he once sat on.

"That's it, that's it, doggy." You didn't have to look back to know the dog still didn't move. "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." Jack grumbled, a loud clang was heard and the dog got up and ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Jack called after the dog, but a crash was heard again and the guard came clanking down the stairs.

A worn out man came after; he looked around, a little surprised "This ain't the armory." Another man came down behind him. Jack stiffened, it was dark, and you could hardly see. You stood to get a better view.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." The other man said to the first man, who you now know as Twigg.

Twigg spits pointlessly and you frowned, arrogant ass, "Last time I saw you; you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He snickered with his buddy.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack said calmly, he didn't seem phased by their banter.

The other man frown and grabs Jack's throat, the moon light shines on his are to reveal a skeleton. You gasped and back up; that looked to real, you were dreaming, you had to be.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." You chanted, stepping back. You jumped a little as you back touch the cold stone behind you.

Jack looked down at the man's arm, "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack pondered, he seemed to no what was up with them.

"You know nothing of Hell." The man who held jack said, releasing him. Him and his friends then both left.

"That's very interesting." Jack mumbled to himself, he then turned to see how you were holding up. Your face must have had a shocked look to it, for his face softens as he walked towards you.

"W-wait a second, oh god, oh man!" You cried out, swatting out at him as you slide down to the floor. He backed up, looking at you for a second longer; he then went back to sitting in front of the bars. (***Go to the black words on the next chapter Coma***)

18.18.18Brush it away18.18.18

You inwardly frown, the hair was tickling your nose; it annoyed you to no end. You were thrown of guard when warm air brushed over your face, your nose and lip was tingling, and it was frustrating. You quickly lifted your hand to brush it from your face, slapping something in the process. You heard a grunt and opened your eyes.

Above you were a filthy brown wooden ceiling, with filthy brown wooden walls, and a filthy brown wooden floor. You quickly hopped up from the floor wobbling slightly from the head rush. Looking around, you notice that you were closed off by bars. Also on the other side of the worn bars where a few old looking men, who were equally filthy, locked in their own bars; you assumed they were the men who were calling for the dog.

"Okay, maybe I deserved that…" You blinked and looked around your cell, there was someone sharing it with you; and he was rubbing his jaw.

The man had chocolate eyes that was rimed with mascara of some sort, sun kissed skin that might not have been naturally bronze, he had dark brown hair which was matted, yet oddly neat, in dreads that reached his mid back; littered in it was tiny knickknacks and gold pieces, tied at the top of it was a deep red bandanna; covered by a tricorn. The man also had a goatee that was braided in two with beads at the end of both. He was, also, quite equally filthy.

"This place is disgusting." You mumbled.

"It's called a prison." The man in your cell said as he stood up, you must have looked at him confused, buy what he said next, "You know, bars and locks…-" Sneered and made a strangled sound in your throat.

"'Prison'? Prison?" You cringed, the man nodded; you looked around and noted the bars. "I'm in prison? I don't think so, aren't I supposed to be dead?!" You scoffed. The man in your cell blinked, he then avoided eye contact with you and slumped on a grim coated box.

"Damn wench, your scar'n the dog!" You looked to see that one of the men in the other cell was addressing that to you, frowning, you stumped over to the bars in between you and them.

"'Wench'?! Do I look like a fucking wench to you?!" You shouted, glaring through the bars at them.

"Heh, witches…" One of them said, all nodding their heads, as if that was the answer to your anger.

That was the fifth time you heard that, a few from the crowed you fell into and once from that hazel eyed man.

The man in your cell perked up. "Witch, you say?" He then stood and swaggered over to you.

You turned to follow his movements as he clamped his hands onto your hips, swaying his hands side to side, forcing your hips to do the same, he then pulled you closer to him.

"Why don't you do…? Whatever it is that witches do, and break us out of here." The man smiled charmingly at you as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

He was such a gentleman, so hard to find one, who knows if he's truly one or not—and currently stroking your bottom. You gasped slapped him, he released you in shock.

"You cad!" You shouted.

"Heh, witches…" The same man from the other cell said again. This time, the man in your cell nodded in agreement.

"I'm not a witch, wherever gave you idiots the impression…" You mumbled. The man in your cell looked down at your clothes, ligering on your breast; you sneered and held up the middle figures over your breast. He then looked back up at you as if you were the crazy one.

He walked back to his 'chair' to stare blankly around the room. You looked over to the other cell to see them back at coaxing the dog. You then notice that, even though, tattered and covered in dirt and grime, they too had on the weird clothing the group of people earlier had on, like some kind of weird out walkway strip.

"What, is this a play or something?" You said, curious, they were already freaks, and the clothes were really helping support that thought. No one, not even the dog turned to look at you.

"Okay, ignore me then." You snapped after a few minutes, they still didn't answer, pricks. The man in your cell boredly looked on as the others still tried to catch the dog's attention.

"Okay, listen-." A huge blast cut you off, shaking you and your neighbors' cell. "Oh my freak'n g-!"

"I know those guns." The man in your cell suddenly said, cutting you off. He jumped up and looking out the small high window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." A man in the other cell said.

"What the hell?!" You shouted, trying to keep your breathing under control.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" The man in your cell said back, ignoring you. You'd have no idea if he was being sarcastic, or truly wondering.

"Listen to me, tell me whats going on?!" You shouted, they turned to go back to what they were doing before. "ListeEe!-" You gasped as a huge boom shook your cell. Your body shook as you stumbled forward.

"Ah!" You cried, the man in your cell jumped up as you fell onto of him. Hold you under your arms, stopping you from kissing the ground; he looked to the other cell to see a gaping hole on their side, and a teensy hole on your side.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." A man said curtly as another tossed the bone into your cell and all began to climb out the hole.

The man scoffed and dropped you flat on your face. He stepped over you and walked to the bone, picking it up, he began to whistle.

"Come on, doggy." The man began to coax. You lifted yourself up.

"Thanks a lot, prick…" You mumbled, dusting yourself off.

"It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack." The man, who you now no as Jack said, ignoring your mumbling, you stood behind him. "Come on. Come on, good boy. That'a good boy, come on!" Jack praised, you looked at the dog, it looked like a statue, and you didn't even see its stomach moving to breath.

"Is it real?" You whispered, Jack glared up at you.

"Of course it's real!" He said tensely, you could tell he was agitated, at you or the dog, you didn't know.

"Bit closer, bit closer." The dog didn't budge. You blinked.

"You're wasting your time." You snapped, you really wasn't liking this 'Jack guy'.

"You got a better idea? What are you doing?" He mumbled back watching you, you walked off. "Now, and you don't talk." He grumbled.

"Now you talk to me?" You said, now a little annoyed at his bothering, walking over to the small hole. You could feel him rolling his eyes as you inspected the hole. "I'm taking the better idea?" You mocked, sticking your head through the small hole. Looking through the hole, you saw people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You gawked as you saw men rounding around chasing women, "Yeah, yeah. I'm not helping if you get stuck." You heard him say faintly. You gasped and pulled your head back in.

"You got a better idea?" You mumbled, the sight was kind of unnerving. He turned and looked at you up and down, lingering on your busts more than needed.

"Heh…" He smirked; you sighed loudly and crossed your arms, men and their tiny brain. He ignored you again and went back to the dog, you sighed and walked over to the create he once sat on.

"That's it, that's it, doggy." You didn't have to look back to know the dog still didn't move. "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." Jack grumbled, a loud clang was heard and the dog got up and ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Jack called after the dog, but a crash was heard again and the guard came clanking down the stairs.

A filthy man came after; he looked around, a little surprised "This ain't the armory." Another man came down behind him. Jack stiffened, it was dark, and you could hardly see. You stood to get a better view.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." The other man said to the first man, who you now know as Twigg.

Twigg spits pointlessly and you sneered, idiot, "Last time I saw you; you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He snickered with his buddy.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack said calmly, he didn't seem phased by their banter.

The other man frown and grabs Jack's throat, the moon light shines on his are to reveal a skeleton. You gasped and back up; that looked to real, you were dreaming, you had to be.

"Holy hell, holy hell, holy hell." You chanted, stepping back. You jumped a little as you back touch the cold stone behind you.

Jack looked down at the man's arm, "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack pondered, he seemed to no what was up with them.

"You know nothing of Hell." The man who held jack said, releasing him. Him and his friends then both left.

"That's very interesting." Jack mumbled to himself, he then turned to see how you were holding up. Your face must have had a shocked look to it, for his face softens as he walked towards you.

"G-get away, oh fuck, oh shit!" You cried out, swatting out at him as you slide down to the floor. He backed up, looking at you for a second longer; he then went back to sitting in front of the bars. (***Go to the black words on the next chapter Coma***)

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Your face redden; you didn't know what it was or what was going on. You blushed more and your body got hot as you felt warm air brushed over your face, you had a strange feeling wiggling in your stomach, and you couldn't take it. You opened your eyes and screamed.

"Okay, maybe I deserved that…" There was someone in the room with you; and he was right in your face.

The man had chocolate eyes that was rimed with mascara of some sort, sun kissed skin that might not have been naturally bronze, he had dark brown hair which was matted, yet oddly neat, in dreads that reached his mid back; littered in it was tiny knickknacks and gold pieces, tied at the top of it was a deep red bandanna; covered by a tricorn hat. The man also had a goatee that was braided in two with beads at the end of both. He was quite grubby.

You calmed down some and looked around, above you were a grubby brown wooden ceiling, with grubby brown wooden walls, and a grubby brown wooden floor. You quickly hopped up from the floor wobbling slightly from the head rush. Looking around, you notice that you were closed off by bars. Also on the other side of the grubby bars where a few old looking men, who were equally grubby, locked in their own bars; you assumed they were the men who were calling for the dog.

"Where… am I…?" You mumbled.

"It's called a prison." The man in your cell said as he stood up, you must have looked at him confused, buy what he said next, "You know, bars and locks…-" You blinked, still looking confused.

"'Prison'…?" You blinked, the man nodded; you looked around and noted the bars. "I… I die, how…!" The man in your cell blinked, he then avoided eye contact with you and slumped on a grim coated box.

"Damn wench, your scar'n the dog!" You looked to see that one of the men in the other cell was addressing that to you, frowning sadly, you choose to ignore them.

"What do you know?" You grumbled, glaring at them.

"Heh, witches…" One of them said, all nodding their heads, as if that was the answer to your anger.

That was the fifth time you heard that, a few from the crowed you fell into and once from that hazel eyed man.

The man in your cell perked up. "'Witch', you say?" He then stood and swaggered over to you.

You turned to follow his movements as he clamped his hands onto your hips, swaying his hands side to side, forcing your hips to do the same, he then pulled you closer to him.

"Why don't you do…? Whatever it is that witches do, and break us out of here." The man smiled charmingly at you as he lifted your hand and kissed your knuckles.

He was such a gentleman, oh how charming, none ever really talked with you—and he was currently stroking your bottom. You gasped and pushed him back.

"W-what are you doing!" You shouted.

"Heh, witches…" The same man from the other cell said again. This time, the man in your cell nodded in agreement.

"Witch?" You asked confusedly. The man in your cell looked down at your clothes, lingering on your breast; you blushed and covered your chest. He then looked back up at you as if you were the crazy one.

He walked back to his 'chair' to stare blankly around the room. You looked over to the other cell to see them back at coaxing the dog. You then notice that, even though, tattered and covered in dirt and grime, they too had on the weird clothing the group of people earlier had on, like some kind of old England clothing.

"How odd…" You said, curious, they were looked at your outfit, as if you were the strange one, so~. No one, not even the dog turned to look at you.

"Excuse me, could someone tell me how I got here?" You asked after a few minutes, they still didn't answer, oh okay~ rude. The man in your cell boredly looked on as the others still tried to catch the dog's attention.

"Um-." A huge blast cut you off, shaking your and your neighbors' cell. "Oh-?"

"I know those guns." The man in your cell suddenly said, cutting you off. He jumped up and looking out the small high window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors." A man in the other cell said.

"What was…?" You asked, trying to keep your breathing under control.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" The man in your cell said back, ignoring you. You'd have no idea if he was being sarcastic, or truly wondering.

"Excuse me, someone please tell me!" You shouted, they turned to go back to what they were doing before. "PleaEes!-" You gasped as a huge boom shook your cell. Your body shook as you stumbled forward.

"Oh!" You cried, the man in your cell jumped up as you fell onto of him. Hold you under your arms, stopping you from kissing the ground; he looked to the other cell to see a gaping hole on their side, and a teensy hole on your side.

"My sympathies, friends, you've no manner of luck at all." A man said curtly as another tossed the bone into your cell and all began to climb out the hole.

The man scoffed and dropped you flat on your face. He stepped over you and walked to the bone, picking it up, he began to whistle.

"Come on, doggy." The man began to coax. You lifted yourself up.

"Ouch…" You mumbled, dusting yourself off.

"It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack." The man, who you now no as Jack said, ignoring your mumbling, you stood behind him. "Come on. Come on, good boy. That'a good boy, come on!" Jack praised, you looked at the dog, it looked like a statue, and you didn't even see its stomach moving to breath.

"Is it real?" You whispered, Jack glared up at you.

"Of course it's real!" He said tensely, you could tell he was agitated, at you or the dog, you didn't know.

"Bit closer, bit closer." The dog didn't budge. You blinked.

"He's not moving." Yeah, stating the obvious; you just wanted to make sure he didn't seriously think the dog would come to him.

"You got a better idea? What are you doing?" He mumbled back watching you, you walked off. "Now, and you don't talk." He grumbled.

"…" You didn't answer, walking over to the small hole. You could feel him rolling his eyes as you inspected the hole. "I'm trying to get out… not like you care." You said, sticking your head through the small hole. Looking through the hole, you saw people running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

You gawked as you saw men rounding around chasing women, "Whatever, I'm not helping, if you get stuck." You heard him say faintly. You gasped and pulled your head back in.

"It's chaos out there." You mumbled, the sight was kind of unnerving. He turned and looked at you up and down, lingering on your busts more than needed.

"Heh…" He smirked, you blush again covered your chest, he was making you nervous. He ignored you again and went back to the dog, you sighed and walked over to the create he once sat on.

"That's it, that's it, doggy." You didn't have to look back to know the dog still didn't move. "Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." Jack grumbled, a loud clang was heard and the dog got up and ran off. "No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Jack called after the dog, but a crash was heard again and the guard came clanking down the stairs.

A grubby man came after; he looked around, a little surprised "This ain't the armory." Another man came down behind him. Jack stiffened, it was dark, and you could hardly see. You stood to get a better view.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg? Captain Jack Sparrow." The other man said to the first man, who you now know as Twigg.

Twigg spits pointlessly and you frowned, trouble, "Last time I saw you; you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He snickered with his buddy.

"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack said calmly, he didn't seem phased by their banter.

The other man frown and grabs Jack's throat, the moon light shines on his are to reveal a skeleton. You gasped and back up; that looked to real, you were dreaming, you had to be.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." You chanted, stepping back. You jumped a little as you back touch the cold stone behind you.

Jack looked down at the man's arm, "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack pondered, he seemed to no what was up with them.

"You know nothing of Hell." The man who held jack said, releasing him. Him and his friends then both left.

"That's very interesting." Jack mumbled to himself, he then turned to see how you were holding up. Your face must have had a shocked look to it, for his face softens as he walked towards you.

"Stay away, oh god, oh please!" You cried out, swatting out at him as you slide down to the floor. He backed up, looking at you for a second longer; he then went back to sitting in front of the bars. (***Go to the black words on the next chapter Coma***)


Author's note: Okay, I have no idea if the story was short or long, as you can see how many words are in here, you'd think it's long, but since I have seven different personality on the story, you might have ended up with a short chapter, depending on what you picked. I know there might be a but load of spelling mistakes, but please excuse it because I had to write the same part like seven times! Plus I still blame this sight for mixing up my words, I look at it on here, but when I see it saved on my computer, theres no errors. Anyways, I hope you guys like, I really wish I catch some eyes with this thought. Oh, and on another note, the next chapter is going to be a while, but I hope to update this one faster, so~. I reall like this idea, Jiffe~