~~"Elizabeth and Will shouldn't have gotten married! It should've been Elizabeth and Jack!" My sister Hayley says after we finish The Pirates of The Caribbean: At Worlds End.
"Hayley, Elizabeth and Jack would never have lasted!" I argue.
"Yes they would have Alex! Will is the captain of The Flying Dutchman now! He can only see Elizabeth once every ten years. That's never going to last!" She argues back.
"Whatever. If I were in the movies, I would definitely have gone for Jack!" I say.
"See?! Will is hot, but Jack! There isn't words to describe!!" She fondles over Johnny Depp.
"I'll be right back," I say before I get up and walk toward the bathroom.
No, I didn't need to go to the restroom. I just needed a breather from the wood stove in her living room.
I splash water on my face. I look into the mirror and see that my wavy hair is everywhere. What didn't Hayley say something?
I'm in the middle of fixing my hair when I realize that there's a gold doubloon on the counter.
Was it there before? I'm pretty sure it wasn't.
Curiosity gets the best of me and I grab it.
I let out a whimper of pain as it burns me as I touch it. It didn't move an inch. I look at my bare shoulder in my purple tank top. There's a mark, as if it's a tattoo, of the exact design on the doubloon.
All of the sudden everything starts to swirl around me. Like wen you lay on the ground and watch a ceiling fan for hours, then stand up, but a million times worse. I start to get nauseated.
I try to make my way to the toilet, but I trip and fall. I hit my head on the side of the tub and black out.