Insane love

May 21st 2006, Amsterdam

The streets were busy, all kinds of people were staggering, swaging and running around. The coffee shops were full, the smell of alcohol and drugs thick in the air. If you carried on walking, you would eventually reach a somewhat more peaceful neighbourhood. All the houses were stuck together, one in particular could catch one’s attention, it was completely falling apart; the windows were all broken, half the roof was missing, it basically looked as if it would collapse after the slightest wind blow. If you ventured in, you would see a narrow corridor, filled with trash and people, or what was left of them. They would sometimes look up, their eyes glassy and emotionless, they would laugh, a maddening uncomfortable laugh,

“Hey person how’s life out there?” some would say, others would simply lift their head, while most laid on the dirty floor unconscious. At the end of the hall there was a room, it was so small it felt nearly claustrophobic, there, slumped against the wall, was a girl, she looked not a day over 20, she was staring into nothingness, her eyes unfocused, lost in her own dreams.

There were deep gashes in her arms and legs, which were bare. She was clad in only shorts and a husband-beater. There were rings under her eyes, Her face was dirty, the melted eyeliner and mascara gave her a rather gothic look. A few feet away from her lay a syringe along with some type of white powder.

“Leave me alone”, she would say to no one in particular, and then she would scream,

backing up further against the wall, hugging your knees, eyes wide and shining with unshed tears, she would rock back and forth,

“Bad, bad, I’m not listening to you anymore” she would laugh insanely, her eyes settling upon the drugs,

“We were happy, I was happy…”

Her insane ramblings would go on for hours, until her mouth went dry, and she would give in too sleep, hoping never to wake up.

But today was different, today she stood up shakily, today she left the room, staggered down the corridor, left the house an insane yet determined smile playing on her lips. She wandered the streets, she stumbled everywhere, not looking where she was going and lost her slippers on her way. She hurt her feet on every stone but did not care, she just kept on walking forward. She finally stopped, exhausted on the bridge. The only sounds were those of the regular crashing of the waves. A single tear escaped her eyes as She climbed over the rail, she looked up at the starless sky once more. She was unaware of the dark figure that was watching her from the distance. "Take me away”, she whispered before letting herself fall, away from troubles, away from life away from false hopes, away from lies. As she hit the dark waters, the dark figure stepped out of the shadows “away you go mate, away you go…” it said before joining her.

Captain jack sparrow, stood, proudly at the helm of his beloved ship, looking ahead at the horizon, he would sometimes take out his compass, smirk and put it away.

“Men overboard!” yelled Gibbs,

“ Well what ye waiting for? Get the ropes. Fetch a Hook! Haul em aboard ye scallywags!” shouted jack. The crew immediately applied.

Jack walked towards the two soaked figures that were laying on the middle of the deck, one was defiantly a woman, with long wet blond hair, a nose pierce, her pretty face streaked with black tears. She was wearing very weird and revealing clothes (well for the 16th century) her shirt had risen up revealing a perfect flat belly with a piercing, she wore six silver rings, he then noticed her cuts and cringed at how deep they were. Next to her was a man, gasping for breath, he was lean and muscular, his blond hair in dreadlocks. The man looked at the woman, “ come on Kali, wake up! Come on please wake up," he said slapping the girl helplessly. Jack moved quickly,

“Let me take care of that lad” the man moved over, jack checked for pulse, finding a weak one, he gave her 2 long breaths, before doing CPR and stuff, after what seemed like ages, she sat up straight, she blinked several times before focusing her eyes on what was in front of her,

“ kali you’re alive! Fuck I thought I’d lost u woman!”

“ Spike? I thought you was dead! What happened! Where were you? And why you all wet man!” she said seeing her best friend enveloping her in a rib-breaking hug.

“ I…well ya see…I… its complicated, we can travel through time, in the movies, in books, there are many different worlds, every time a movie is made, a world is created. A few days ago, my drugged mind made a wish to be in pirates of the Caribbean, so well I did, don’t know how, it just happened, every time I think strongly about going, I can go back and forth between the two worlds…” he trailed of, not knowing how to put it in words

“You know you’re my best mate and all, but …are you on crack?” kali asked,

Meanwhile jack and his crew watch with interest the conversation between the two, wondering what a movie and stuff was

“They’re mad," mumbled Anna-Maria

“ Well, look this is jack sparrow,” said Spike pointing at a beleaguered jack.

Kali stood up, and neared jack, chewing on her bottom lip she tentatively reached out and poked jack in the chest,

“Are you real?” she asked

“ Yes luv, I feel real too…” he said with a smirk

“Wicked” she said before fainting

“Ye can carry her to Anna-Maria's room, there's an extra bed” jack said motioning to her slumped body

“ Tanx dude … u must think we’re crazy or something right?”

“ Nah, I believe ye, though I don’t really understand much but, I’ve seen lots of things,” he said, a weird glint entering his eyes.

Spike grinned before caring his friend to the room jack was leading him to.

In jack’s room

“So are u birds lovers?” asked jack while they were patching up the girl

“ Us? No, well we did have our moments, but it was just comfort, nothing else, she’s like my best friend, what bout you and that girl with long black hair?" He asked having noticed the beautiful mocha skinned woman, he had always thought Anna-Maria was the hottest girl in the movie.

“ Well, we also had our moments” he said, holding his cheek, wincing at the remembrance

Spike chuckled at this, remembering the part, where she had slapped jack.

“Bloody woman” they both muttered, laughing

Above her chest (since the shirt was kind of low cut) there was a big gash, jack tried not to glance down, which was rather hard for him, he had to say, she was quite a sight once she was all cleaned up!

“ So wut happened ta er?" he asked intrigued

“ Well, in our world many people take drugs, its like poison in away, something we take to loose our selves in dreams and visions. It kills you in the end, make you mad. You crave it, until there’s nothing left and you realise you screwed up big time, and its too late, what's done cannot be undone, what’s starts out as an innocent getaway, becomes your own funeral.” He said with a far away look, a tear escaping his eyes, he furiously wiped it away, looking at jack who was starring at him, a look of understanding in his eyes, he glanced at the woman in his bed, she was shivering, tossing and turning in her slumber,

“Tanx for listening” said spike

“Anytime mate, come ye look starved”