The (Perhaps) Never-Ending Story Part 1

     Once upon a time, there was a girl named Renae.  Now Renae was home schooled, and had just joined photography class, and needed something to photograph other than her pet rat and spiders.  So she decided to grab her camera and go exploring for something interesting that had straight lines to take a picture of. 
     Renae set out for the woods behind her house, thinking that there must be many straight lines in a place with so many trees, but when she was about fifteen minutes away from home, Renae noticed something unusual happening.  In what had always been thickly wooded land, the trees were thinning out and the ground was gradually but steadily sloping down.  Curiosity drove Renae to investigate.  Soon, the terrain underfoot turned from grass to sand, and a salty breeze was tousling her long, wavy hair.  Suddenly, she saw a line of blue on the horizon; "no way...", she breathed to herself.  Renae began to run; the line of blue grew thicker and thicker until it she finally saw it stretch into an endless expanse of water.  'Oh boy, I don't believe it!  The ocean?!  I live in the mid-west, how could the ocean possibly be here?!  I should take some pictures; they won't have straight lines, but oh well.' After doing so, again, driven by her curiosity, she explored the edge of the ocean, wading through the water and marveling at how this huge body of water came out of no where.
     At last, Renae felt it was time she started home.  She turned to leave, and before she had gotten several feet, two pairs of strong hands grabbed her arms, turned her around, and started hauling her back towards the ocean.  She looked upward at her kidnappers, and saw that they were burly seamen.  Renae would have screamed, but instead she swept her gaze across her surroundings, looking for some one to help her, and gasped.  For instead of seeing just the ocean, she now saw many seamen like the ones who were dragging her along.  That, and a huge ship that looked like it had just sailed out ot the seventeen-hundreds, and flying pirate colors, too.  Finally regaining her wits, Renae did scream, and struggled too; one of the seamen just rolled his eyes, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more that a sack of flour.  Renae was carried up the gang plank and onto the ship, and was thrown down onto its deck at the foot of a tall, thin man of apparent power.  "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger miss!" At the end of this man's right arm, where his hand should be, was large, ominous looking hook..