Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me. Not Celestina Windbreaker (she belongs to Platy, I'm just borrowing her) not Metty (she belongs to herself) or Pirates of the Caribbean and the characters featured in it. They belong to…Disney? Anyhow, they belong to whoever came up with the idea.

Author's Note: I know, I know, it came a bit late. But back to back tests really use up your time. And I admit it, I procrastinated. If you wanted a story with regular updates (I suggest you try The Games of the Gods by Crimson Starlight) then you shouldn't have read this story. Because I procrastinate. A lot. But anyhow, here's Chapter Three!

Chapter Three: Agreeing and Signing

Celestina sat whistling, bored out of her goddess-y mind. Really, Metty was no fun—she was searching for a way out. She had been searching for a way out for quite a while. But she wasn't going to find anything. Celestina didn't have many talents, but she could hide her door from puny mortals who wanted to escape her clutch. (It came from having to hide from her mother's wrath so often.)

"It's not there you know," she told Metty amusedly.

"What do you mean it's not there? All rooms have doors. Except maybe insane places—no, they have doors too."

"You won't find it," Celestina tried again.

"Of course I will! It's just a matter of time." Metty's face fell. "A lot of time."

"Face it Metty. You'll never find it." Celestina smirked. "*I* hid it."

"You know what Cele-bloody-stina? You have a major problem. Bringing some innocent person into your plans? Just. Let. Me. Leave!" Metty was rapidly losing patience with the goddess.

For that matter, Celestina was rapidly losing patience with the mortal girl, but she had one more trick up her sleeve. "I could send you to Pirates of the Caribbean," she said. It was part of her grand plan anyway. But there was no need to tell Metty that. Whatever got her to go.

Metty turned around. It was a tempting offer. To be so close to her lust object... "You would be very close to Johnny Depp…or do you prefer Captain Sparrow?" Celestina smirked again.

"What part would he play in the story?" she asked.

Whatever part I tell him to play. "He'd be on the Black Pearl, and so would you," she said, evading the question.

Luckily for Celestina, Metty didn't pick up on the evasion. She was to busy contemplating the fact that she was so close to being close to Jack Sparrow—but she had to agree to Celestina's offer first.

Actually, she didn't have to agree first. Celestina could just send her there now, without her consent. But if the victim—ahem, lucky girl—agreed, it made them so much easier to deal with. Usually. Sometimes though, Celestina got so annoyed with the chosen person she just sent them, often to the very last place they wanted to go. But Metty didn't know any of that.

"So? What is your decision?" Celestina queried. "Will you agree to be my Mary Sue for Pirates of the Caribbean?"

Metty was still undecided, but a decision was required, and required now. "Fine. I'll be your Mary Sue." That had been a split-second decision. Whether or not she would come to regret it she didn't know.

Celestina smiled, showing her perfect, bright, pearly white teeth. "Good. Now, sign here, and then I'll send you to the Caribbean—more specifically the Black Pearl." She handed Metty a piece of paper, all blank except for the line where she was supposed to sign.

"What's this?"

"A piece of paper. You sign on the line," Celestina responded.

"Yes, I see that. But *why* do I have to sign?"

"Just a little insurance for you. Basically it means that you agree to let me use you as an OC in one of my stories. It protects you from my mom." Or rather it protects me from my mom…sometimes.

"Is that all?" Metty looked suspiciously at Celestina. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," Celestina replied innocently. "Just sign the thing."

"Fine." With one more dubious glance at the goddess and then at the paper, Metty signed it.

"One Caribbean 'Sue, coming right up." Celestina snapped her fingers, and with the *POOF* and shower of glitter associated with the snapping of her fingers, Metty disappeared.

"No catch except one." The previously blank paper now showed lots of writing. Celestina smiled deviously, and looked over the paper.

I, Metty, agree to become Celestina Windbreaker's Mary Sue, for Pirates of the Caribbean. I agree to be the romantic focus of Will Turner, blacksmith and to be the main character. I also agree not to sue Celestina Windbreaker. By signing this contract, I accept these terms, and show that I have read them and that this was voluntary.

Signed and witnessed by Celestina Windbreaker, 2•17•04

Yes, there was no catch except for that one major catch. Celestina's plan had started. Metty had agreed, and gone to the Caribbean. Who (besides Celestina—and even then she didn't know everything, though she liked to think she did) knew what was going to happen next?

Author's note: Well, there it is. Hope you liked it. You can always press the pretty periwinkle button and tell me what you think…

The Noble Platypus: Yes, more! I'm glad I didn't mangle Celestina's character. Now I just hope I haven't mangled Metty's. I mean, I've only known her for what? Nine years? Yeah, nine years. It is illogical that you aren't a princess when theirs a princess with the same name as you and the same birthday. Just out of curiosity, which princess has the same name?

CrazedElfStalker: Thanks. The evil sister won't come into the story unless I have a name for her, which currently I don't. All suggestions are welcome. (She's the goddess of bad slash, btw.)

Froggy: Yeah, isn't Platy's story just spectacular? Well, more story is right here, and I'll try to write more.

Rachel: Thanks. I didn't mean to keep anybody waiting. I just wanted to wait for Platy's birthday to post it.

Ember Firedrake: Yes, Metty's seen the movie. She wanted me to put her in a fanfic story, and as I was going to make my spin-off anyway, I decided to use her. As you might be able to tell, she likes Johnny Depp.

Dream Cast: Glad you love it. I love mostly everything too! Except tests, and some of my classmates, and when people don't update for a long long time (even though I don't update for long long times) and when I don't have a lot of books to read. I'll try to hurry with the next chappie.

Skimbleshanks, the Railway CAT: Thanks. Originally her eyes were a different color, but when I was typing it I decided I didn't like the original color, and changed to the purple/gold thing. I'm glad I did, too.

Kathryn Bushore: Glad you love it. Here's the next chapter!