Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera, Pirates of the Caribbean, Sweeney Todd or Alice in Wonderland...yet. Oh, Alex belongs to Iron Gibbet and Megan owns herself. XD

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Okay, I'm going to explain right now. A few days ago I was talking with Queen of Drama13 (check her stories!) and I came in with a random idea of making Captain Jack Sparrow staying for a time with her and the others. The more I thought about it, I found that it would make a good one shot, but decided to make several chapters for unexplained reasons.

Erik: What? Aren't you supposed to be writing the other two stories?

Me: Six poor men living with two psycho teens is being corrected by Darksider27 (Thank you so much darling!) and since I have no one to correct see you again, it has been stuck in my notebook for sometime.

Erik: That makes some sense.

Me: Lol well, here's the chapter. There are only going to be a few chapters, as long as Queen of Drama13 can handle our dear captain or I find him a home. LOL I'm talking about him like he was some kind of puppy.

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After Captain Jack Sparrow left with Queen of Drama13 and her Erik, Sweeney kicked the door and it fell down.

Sweeney: Michelle!

Me: *Faking innocent voice* What?

Sweeney: NOW!

Me: You don't believe me? Fine, come and smell my breath and tell me if I drunk your stupid rum. Did you even smelled Erik's breath?

Sweeney: I already took care of him.

Me: *Gasp* You didn't.

Sweeney: Seeing as you are too attached to the boy, no I didn't. Instead, look out of your window.

Me: Huh? *Looks out of window and sees Erik hanging from the tree by his left ankle*

Erik: *Making signs to me and muttering* ...THIS.

Sweeney: But he said the rum that was left was here. Therefore, I need to check...

Me: NO!

Sweeney: Why?

Me: 'Cause this is a girl's room.

Sweeney: And you share it with a boy so shut up and let me...

Me: *Groans*

Sweeney: *Groans and gives me the death glare*

Me: *Keeps groaning, glares back and pulls out a kitchen knife*

Sweeney: *Not surprised, keeps groaning and glaring and pulls out one of his razors*

Nellie: Mista' T, did ya find the rum? *Sees that we are about to kill each other* STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW! Why the 'ell are yeh gonna fight fer?

Me: *Not moving an inch* He wants to go through MY stuff!

Nellie: Mista' T! Why would you do such a rude thing?

Sweeney: ...

Nellie: Michelle!

Me: Not true! I'm not a drunk bastard! Unlike others. *Gestures to Sweeney*

Nellie: *Gasp*

Sweeney: This is it!

Me: Bring it on old man!

*Sweeney jumps with the razor in hand to attack me while Nellie screams, but something mysterious happens and Sweeney ends in the floor*

Me: What the... *Sees Erik with the lasso in hand* Ah, now I know. Thanks Erik!

Erik: You are still going to pay. Just give him the stupid bottles before he gets angrier.

Me: but I don't have 'em...

Erik: But...

Me: Anymore.

Nellie: Wot do yeh mean by anymore dahling?

Me: Gave them to a pirate. A captain drunk pirate by the way.

Nellie: ENOUGH! Out everyone, I shall look fer 'em!

Me: But...

Sweeney: OUT!

Nellie: You too Mista' T!

Sweeney: But...

Me: OUT! *Smirks*

Sweeney: *Glares at me*

*We both leave the room and Erik stays to have a word with Mrs. Lovett*

Nellie: Sorry boy, yeh 'ave tah leave too. You were involved in this.

Erik: I just want to ask for a favour ma'am, if you're okay with it.

Nellie: And wot is it?

Erik: If you happen to come across my full-face black mask in Michelle's stuff, could I have it back?

Nellie: *Sigh* Right, just don't tell her I gave it to yeh.

Erik: I'll be eternally grateful. Thank you! *Leaves the room*

Nellie: Why would she 'ave the boy's mask? ...Weird.

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Me: Because I really would attack Sweeney Todd! (Not kidding.)

Erik: Trust me, she would.

Me: Haha, hope you like it and people who review are awesome so they get to get delivered some dinosaur shaped cookies by Erik mounted on Bruno (the super awesome unicorn).

*Sigh* Grammar may be awful but that is because the auto corrector (is that how it's said in English?) does not work on this computer and the other one sucks.