A/N: I just recently saw the movie 'Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest' and I got this idea! Only one scene will be similar to the movie. I'll tell you when that scene comes up. It might end up being less than ten chapters so yeah, don't expect much.
Yo, Ho, Ho, and a Bottle of Rum!
Chapter One
Land, Ho!
Danny yawned. "Sleepy?" Sam asked him.
"A little," Danny admitted. They were sitting on the sand at the beach. It was near sunset and the reason they were there was simple: a science project. "I swear, if there's ever another project this boring it'll be too soon. Why did we agree to do this again?"
"Because you're failing science and Lancer assigned me as your partner. Now hurry up with that sketch, the sun's gonna be setting soon," Sam said. They were supposed to research how long it takes the sun to set and see if it affects the tide in any way similar to how the moon affects it. Dumb? You bet'cha.
"But why this?" Danny asked. He glanced up at the sun for a second, then back down at the sketch pad on his lap. Since someone had forgotten the camera. Luckily for them, Sam had brought enough paper for them to write down notes. Sam was writing notes, Danny was sketching.
"Because it was the easiest thing present," Sam said. She looked and read over what she'd written. Grimacing, she erased a few words, then re-wrote something over the spots. Danny glanced up again, and looked at his paper, then did a double-take.
"What the..." he mumbled, eyes glued to something that was in the way of the now setting sun. He didn't blink. He looked almost mesmerized.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, still writing. Danny began to stand. He dropped the sketchpad and pencil on his way and walked down towards the shore. Sam looked at him now. "Danny?" she asked. She watched as he made it to shore, the water just barely touching the tips of his bare feet. "Danny, where are you going?" Sam stood and dropped the notepad and pencil in her hands as well. She ran to Danny's side. "Danny?"
"Sam," Danny whispered. "When was the last time you heard of pirates landing on Amity Park's shore?"
"What are you-" Sam started, but stopped when Danny grasped her chin and turned her head towards the floating object over the horizon. It seemed to get closer with every passing minute. It was a boat, no doubt, old with black sails. "For the love of mother and child," Sam whispered.
Danny looked at her. He could swear she had just talked in a strange, almost British accent. And when was the last time he heard that phrase? "What?" he asked.
"Danny, that's a genuine pirate ship!" Sam exclaimed, locking her arm around his. She pointed with her free hand at the ever-growing ship.
Danny was about to say something when a sudden chill went spiraling up and down his spine. A cold wisp of blue mist escaped his lips and vanished into the air like vapor. "Not just any type of pirate ship. Looks like it's run by ghosts!"
E/N: I hope you liked it!
--Airamé Phantom