Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. It belongs to Disney. Likewise, I do not own Alice in Wonderland. The movie rights belong to Disney and the book was written by Lewis Caroll and not myself.

BOOM!

A cannon went off in the darkness. The deck of the Black Pearl was slick with sea water, the salt of it stinging cuts on the feet of those crewmen who weren't lucky enough to have shoes. But they were not the focus of Captain Jack Sparrow, as they raced around the deck doing their best to keep the cannons going and the ship stable against the storm. Neither were the gale force winds nor the driving rain. His entire being was concentrated on one thing: blowing his enemy, Captain Hector Barbossa, away.

Barbossa, as it was, was focused on quite the same thing; killing Jack Sparrow. The storm may make it harder but a thing as trivial as nature never stopped the likes of Hector. He was intent on returning the Black Pearl to it's proper owner; himself. There wasn't anything that would stop his quest for the fine ship. Nothing would stand in his way without being knocked down.

Unfortunately for both of the Captains, the storm was becoming stronger by the minute. If they didn't finish the battle soon both ships, crew and all, would be lost to the sea. There was a single problem with discontinuing their current activity. That problem was neither Barbossa nor Sparrow was willing to surrender and, at that point, it would be the only chance of escape.

Suddenly, a flash of lightening dashed across the sky, splitting in two. Both branches of the bolt ran toward separate ships and, faster than anyone could react, hit. In the same moment, the storm disappeared and the sea calmed.

Meanwhile, on a nearby island, a young woman carried a basket which contained soiled clothes. As she made her way closer to the surf of the beach, she noticed two ships between she and the horizon. They were surrounded by billows of smoke. Bright flashes illuminated the wood of their hulls. She also noticed that over them were storm clouds. These clouds were headed towards the island. With a look of concern on her face she began to turn around, wanting to warn her village of the oncoming storm, but before she could, it all vanished before her eyes. Everything, the storm, the smoke, and the ships were gone, leaving nothing but placid water in its wake.