Disclaimer - I own nothing of PotC, Disney etc etc. All I own is Louise sighs but Johnny would be a nice birthday present.

Fan from the Future

Chapter 1 - Happy Birthday

Louise woke up groggy as ever, the curtains were open and she couldn't remember what drunken state had possessed her to keep them open last night. Looking at the clock she groaned loudly, half seven in the morning? She wasn't even up that early for a 9-am class, let alone her birthday when she should be relaxing. Falling over to the window she pulled the curtain closed, prepared to go back to sleep and then the phone rang. 'Just great' she thought, looking at the caller display she saw her mums name 'and so it begins', she sighed as she answered and began what would be a long day.

Two hours later and Louise smiled at herself in the mirror, she would at least look good if she was rudely woken and then kept awake. She began perfecting her look with large lashings of her black eyeliner and favorite lip colour. She had taken the choice to stay at her student accommodation over the summer and this had meant she was closer to the majority of her friends. Thats where she was going now, to meet her friends and celebrate her nineteenth birthday, and get some presents of course.

Of course no matter what she got on her birthday, no matter who she saw there was one thing she was looking forward to and that was the cinema trip later that day. But the tickets were booked for 3:30, the earliest she could get them, and the prospect of another 3 hours before seeing the film she so desperately waited for was making her antsy. Not that it had been a bad birthday, so far she had run around the park in the sunshine like a 9 year old and now she was going out for lunch with her nearest and dearest friends. That was when Shelly handed Louise her present and as she opened the box her eyes lit up. Pirate gear! Most of her friends knew of her pirate obsession, she was obsessed with pirates like Shelly was obsessed with ducks and Jo was obsessed with gravy (A/N: I have a real friend obsessed with gravy but please don't ask).

Louise smiled happily as she looked at what had taken Shelly months to find. Authentic looking pirate gear, not fancy dress items which Louise would often rant about being cliche. They'd received many lectures and the look on her face told them they wouldn't be receiving another one. She placed the tri-corner hat on her head with a large grin, she didn't seem to care about the fact that they were in the middle of a mexican restaurant in London. She admired herself in her pocket mirror and the smile just widened, if that was even possible. She had a entire outfit including sea-worn looking clothes and a real dagger. Careful not to flash it about in public she admired the weapon and slightly removed it from the holder, just holding it felt amazing. Louise looked at Shelly and then gave her the longest hug as she placed the items in her Sex Pistols bag. The conversation continued on how much Louise appreciated her gifts, and on how Shelly was getting a real duck for christmas.

At first glance you wouldn't think Louise was a wannabe pirate. She had brunette shoulder length hair either straightened or twisted up in a clip. She lived in customised jeans, converses and low-cut funky tops. But the most distinctive part of Louise's style was her make up and accessories. Large funky earrings, numbers of beads, strong colours and lots of eyeliner. There wasn't a ten minute period where Louise hadn't had her mirror out and checked her eyeliner. And on schedule the main courses arrived and Louise checked her eyeliner and her new favorite hat. Her day continued on a high, walking the streets of London with her hat proudly upon her head, ignoring the stares of the pompous business people who they passed. If there's something that could be said for Louise's attitude it was 'nobody is going to mess with me'. She was independent and headstrong, or stubborn as it was often called during a argument. But underneath all that she was just as insecure as everyone else, vulnerable, which is why she kept her persona, she couldn't risk being hurt, she had to remain in control of her own life. And this was her birthday, nothing was going to ruin it, not even the packed underground train, the late bus or the fact that the cinema had run out of salt popcorn. Oh no. Because she was about to see the sequel to the greatest movie she had ever seen, yes Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Mans Chest, and yes she said the full title whenever mentioning it.

She sat in the middle of the 5 friends she had come with and considered running to the bathroom and changing into her full piratical outfit, but no, 'it is too late to do that now' she thought as the lights were dimmed and the adverts began. A lifetime later the music began, the titles were on the screen and Louise's eyes widened taking in every detail on the screen, every colour, object, person. Eventually (she was really anxious now) he came on the screen, Captain Jack Sparrow. She looked with a strange mixture of respect, adoration and and wondering on her glazed over face, she saw nothing else except him, not the edge of the screen, not the other people, not even her friends, it was just her, her and him. She closed her eyes and imagined herself there, in the movie just watching but from inside, feeling the wind in her face, smelling the salt of the sea water. Suddenly she heard a ringtone breaking her from her brief trip into her head, 'what heathen dares leave their phone on?' she thought angrily as she realised how familiar the ringtone was. In fact, it was hers. Blushing wildly and wanting to crawl in a hole and die for forgetting such a thing in such a important movie. Louise ran from the row with her bag and was ready to die from embarrassment.

"Hello" she asked irritably, not even bothering to hide her frustration. It was a friend from college, "I'm watching possibly the single most important movie of this year!" she screeched with a unusual high pitch. She quickly realised her crazy nature and appologised, holding a quick 5 minute conversation with her old friend and reassuring her "Don't worry I'll just see it again later" not even caring how obsessive seeing it twice in one day sounded. Learning her lesson she turned her phone off, slipped it back in her bag and walked back into the theatre.

There was only one problem with this. Louise didn't walk into the safe dark cinema filed with other pirate fanatics which she left. Instead she was on a wood floor, noticeably she was out in the daylight, bright daylight. Her second thought 'the floor is moving, a lot'. That was when it struck her, Louise wasn't in kansas anymore, or London as it should have been. Louise was standing on what seemed to be the deck of a ship. A very familiar ship.

--Authors Notes--

Hello dear readers.

My first fanfic. I hope you love it. Just a tad nervous publishing my writing, as it is often like marmite, you either love it or hate it. Please review and remember constructive criticism is great and I welcome it with a big bear hug but I'm a newbie, please don't break my lil heart. xxx

(Also note that I know the second film isn't out but the story in general doesn't revolve around the second film, I just wanted to use it as a way to show the piratical side of Louise's character)