What would happen if in the blink of an eye, two very different fictional characters with one thing in common, switched places? And the only person who can get it back to normal is a struggling university student and an insane villain?

Let's find out, shall we?

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Pirates of the Caribbean, nothing from Les Misérables, and nothing from Mystery Men. Besides, there is only one thing I would love to own from those three, and it is legally impossible to own such a precious thing.

Port Royal

Captain Hector Barbossa stood defiantly and undaunted at the top of the infamous Black Pearl, watching with a gleam in his eye as the several longboats began to return. He drank in the delicious sound of chaos, panic, disorder, and innocent screams that rang across the hills from the forsaken town of Port Royal. Nothing could ever beat prevailing over the Royal British Navy and causing melee in a no-name city randomly placed at the edge of the lapping waters.

Barbossa smiled, stroking the little monkey on his shoulder. It gave a satisfying screech and skittered about. "Yes, Jack," he spoke in a ragged, gruff voice, "soon, we shall have the final piece. And you and I? We'll be free man--and monkey-- to rule the seven seas. Nothing can stand in our way now..."

France

The evening was filled by the decadent stars as Inspector Javert peered into the window of the tiny hospital room. His cold eyes filled with a dark malice as he stared at the convict leaning over the bedside of the ailing prostitute. A fire sparked within his mind and he scowled. The wind blew fatally outside and he straightened the inspector's hat atop his head. If one was to make such an important arrest, one must look the part.

Javert had been waiting for this moment for years now: the moment where he would finally arrest Jean Valjean... or rather, number 24601. The inspector was just furious for allowing himself to be fooled along with everyone else that a convict had posed as a mayor! But no more. "Your end is now, Valjean," Javert hissed as he began to make his way to the door. "This I swear by the stars..."

Kalamazoo, Michigan

The little alarm clock read 12:31 pm just as Lucille snapped her laptop shut. She looked around the untidy dorm room in a daze, realizing that she had 30--scratch that, 29-- minutes to get to the large PAC to present her project. The class had been working on their presentations for weeks, and Lucille was next to present.

She smiled smugly, putting her laptop in her bag and grabbing her half-pound stack of notecards and a few dvds. "You've worked hard, Luce," she muttered to herself, putting her jacket on. "If Marshall doesn't give me an A on this, he has no life." Lucille flew to the end of the room and picked up her trifold and opened it, re-reading the title:
"Change of Costume: The Analyzations and Understandings of the Many Roles of Geoffrey Rush".

"What could possibly go wrong?" She laughed to herself as she closed the door.

Somewhere Unknown, even to this Author

"What could possibly go wrong?" An impossibly old man rewound that last line on the screen before him and grinned to himself. He turned and switched on two more t.v screens, both paused at two different parts of two very different movies. Stroking his leathery chin, the old man thought deeply for a moment.

"What COULD possibly go wrong indeed..." he spoke in a voice that would remind someone of a cup of warm green tea...

...seasoned with cheyanne pepper.

An idea popped into the man's head. "Rufus, you old dog, you would ruin them all for sure!" He spoke to himself.

"... like I give a rat's ass, this'll be hilarious!"
Rufus held up a gnarled, wrinkled hand and pressed a big red button on the triple dvd player.

Those poor souls never even saw it coming...

Rufus... WHAT DID YOU DO!

This was being written out of sheer boredom and as a break from my normally not-funny self in the other POTC ditty I'm writing, "Peering Through".