Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2007 2:07:17 GMT
St. Vincent, one of two islands used to film potc1 has become more and more popular (not sure if this is true or not; but, let's say it is), MADAME TUSSAUDE opens a MARITIME/WAX-MUSEUM for red-coats, eitc, and historical and fictional pirates.
A girl working as security, on the night shift, awakens the wax-figures after accidentally opening a certain chest. Luckily, the wax-figures go back to normal, and back in their exhibits, by dawn; but, what mayhem do they create between dusk and dawn?
A delinquent, serving community service hours, on a grave-yard shift finds the chest. Curious, she uses a skeleton key to unlock it. She slowly opens it. Inside is the heart. Though, no longer beating. Suddenly, an earthquake like shakes rocks the museum for a split second. The heart starts to beat again. The lights flicker in the museum. The pirate replicas come to life.
Cari "Caribbean" Derrin was a nineteen year old; around 5’2”, with Caribbean blue-green eyes; her hair was thick, wavy, went to her chin, and was dark dirty blonde with a hint of gold; with highlights of brown, red, and platinum blonde. She was a delinquent; a modern day pirate. Months ago she was caught hacking into a bank; after being black mailed to do so. Now, she is serving community service hours in a maritime/wax museum. She wore a white wifebeater-tanktop under a bullet proof-vest, a black sweatsuit jacket tied round her waist, blue-camoflauge cargo pants, and black lace up boots. A belt under her jacket held a flashlight and a gun for safety.
She walked into the deserted museum for her first day, er night, or nightshift security. She sighed as she looked around at the lobby. She walked to the front desk and accessed the computer; typing in a code that turned on the lights in the museum.
She walked down a corridor of EITC and Redcoats; looking at all wax-figures. She snickered when she saw the waxfigure of Beckett, "Hello, shorty"
She contiuned to walk until she entered the pirate section of the museum.
"What is this doing out of it's exhibit?" she said as she came upon the Davy Jones' exhibit and saw the chest out of the exhibit. She picked it up and placed it back into the exhibit. As she walked away, flashlight swinging, the chest opened on it's own...
A girl working as security, on the night shift, awakens the wax-figures after accidentally opening a certain chest. Luckily, the wax-figures go back to normal, and back in their exhibits, by dawn; but, what mayhem do they create between dusk and dawn?
A delinquent, serving community service hours, on a grave-yard shift finds the chest. Curious, she uses a skeleton key to unlock it. She slowly opens it. Inside is the heart. Though, no longer beating. Suddenly, an earthquake like shakes rocks the museum for a split second. The heart starts to beat again. The lights flicker in the museum. The pirate replicas come to life.
Cari "Caribbean" Derrin was a nineteen year old; around 5’2”, with Caribbean blue-green eyes; her hair was thick, wavy, went to her chin, and was dark dirty blonde with a hint of gold; with highlights of brown, red, and platinum blonde. She was a delinquent; a modern day pirate. Months ago she was caught hacking into a bank; after being black mailed to do so. Now, she is serving community service hours in a maritime/wax museum. She wore a white wifebeater-tanktop under a bullet proof-vest, a black sweatsuit jacket tied round her waist, blue-camoflauge cargo pants, and black lace up boots. A belt under her jacket held a flashlight and a gun for safety.
She walked into the deserted museum for her first day, er night, or nightshift security. She sighed as she looked around at the lobby. She walked to the front desk and accessed the computer; typing in a code that turned on the lights in the museum.
She walked down a corridor of EITC and Redcoats; looking at all wax-figures. She snickered when she saw the waxfigure of Beckett, "Hello, shorty"
She contiuned to walk until she entered the pirate section of the museum.
"What is this doing out of it's exhibit?" she said as she came upon the Davy Jones' exhibit and saw the chest out of the exhibit. She picked it up and placed it back into the exhibit. As she walked away, flashlight swinging, the chest opened on it's own...