Disclaimer: Ok this is kind of silly, you as the reader know that I could not possibly own any rights to the Pirates movies, the only things I own pertaining to PotC are DvDs of one and two, so that I can watch them when ever my PotC crazed mind wants. Oh and I don't own any other move, book, tv show, or comic book rights that may appear in here.

Description of OC: White hair, blue eyes, pale skin, very skinny and nimble, age 19.

Synopsis: Dorthy went back to Kansas, and Alice got back home, but not everyone can. Thus is my story, but do I want to leave?

Chapter-1Wild Sea

My life has never been "normal", I have never been like other girls. For one not many girls have white hair, not blond white, but white as in snow or cloud white, and not many girls run away after her parents die, I did. I lived on the east coast with my mother and father, we had everything we could want.

My father had some job with airplanes so there was no lack in money. After I was born they had no idea how my hair could be white, but it didn't matter to my mother and father, but it did to the rest of the family, I hated to be watched by them when mother and father had to go out of town for long.

The others would treat me like I was some sort of freak, even the adults. But I did not have to deal with them that often, I had read stories of families like this and the characters getting adopted be the cruel family. I swore if my mother and father died I would run away into the forest and live out there. It would be no trouble my father had taught me how to live out there, even in winter.

How was I to know that they would die so soon? I was just seven years old when I entered that forest, knowing it was better than anything my "family" could give me. Living in the forest for so many years should have tanned my skin, but it still stayed pale. So here I am now at the beach, it's not far from the forest. Why am I here? Well it's night and there is a party, I know I can't be seen, for many reasons; one I am not wearing anything but rags, and two I have not spoken in years, I don't know if I can speak anymore at all.

There are four people two guys and two girls all about my age, they are sitting near the water, their backs to the small portable grill. It is so easy, the food is warm. There are a few vegetables and some hot dogs. I scarf it all down as fast as I can, and as the last bite of hot dog goes down I smell something It's not the fire, or the food, or even the smell of the ocean, it is the smell of a storm. I run and I hear the other people shout after me and even though I am faster than them the forest seems so far away.

I hear a loud sound behind me, it's like the roar of ocean waves but much much louder. I turn, this is a big mistake, turning slows me down and I get a good look at what is making the roaring sound. It is a hurricane a huge one.

I feel the wind twist around me blowing my very long hair in my face. The wind picks me up like I was a grain of sand. This must be the end I think, but then I hear a voice two voices, my mother and father.

"You must live, but you can not live in this time any more, nor can you live in this world. We love you dear one so live. And heal one, who does not want to heal. You are the key, the key to his heart."