What's up everybody? I've been itching to type this one. It's an Aladdin plot like story, only in Pirates! Fun, huh? Only, it's not all the same. There are some new characters and different names and the timing is definately different. I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney, or Aladdin.

The Beginning

So you want to hear a story, mate? Well, I have a tale for ye. It all started long ago....

It was a dark and rainy day in London, England, but its people didn't seem to mind since this kind of weather was so frequent. People walked down the cobblestone streets and past the busy marketplaces, chatting and buying goods from local merchants. It was a cheerful place to say the least. But there was one man who did not belong in this crowd a cheerful people. He was a man who loved the sea and had traveled the world many times. He was a pirate and his name was Captain Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow was a man in his late twenties. He had long, brown dreadlocks with a tri-cornered hat sitting atop his head. His beard was braided with beads from other countries and little trinkets were braided into his hair. His smile was said to make every woman's heart flutter and it wasn't a lie. Jack was a ladies man, yes. Jack was everything that every woman wanted in a husband. Smart, clever, good-looking. He was thought to be the greatest man that ever walked the earth.

Jack roamed the crowded streets in the busy marketplace with his faithful friend, Mr. Gibbs. Mr. Gibbs was his best friend and his trusty first mate. He was a man in his mid-fifties with greying hair tied back into a small ponytail. Mr. Gibbs was also a man of the sea, but was not as drawn to it as his friend. Jack suddenly heard his stomach growl and he sighed.

"I guess it's about time for lunch." He said to Gibbs.

"Aye." Gibbs agreed. "It's about noon by my reckoning."

"How about we go get our lunch then?" Jack said with a wink. Gibbs smiled back, knowing exactly what the plan was.

"Which booth do we choose, Cap'n?" Gibbs asked.

"That one." Jack said, pointing to the fruit stand. "You know what to do."

Jack and Gibbs immediately split up. Gibbs went over to the merchant and started asking him dozens of questions, while Jack snuck around the merchant and stuffed a few bananas and apples in his pocket.

"So what is the difference between a red and green apple?" Gibbs asked.

"Well," The fruit vendor said. "It's really...." But Gibbs could see Jack out of the corner of his eye as he stuffed in the last apple. Unfortunately, the fruit vendor followed Gibbs' gaze and caught Jack right in the act.

"Hey you!" The man said. Gibbs immediately went out of sight, and Jack followed, throwing himself into the crowd.

"Stop, theif!" The vendor yelled. "Help!" The fruit vendor yelled and a group of soldiers ran to assist the man, but it was already too late and Jack and Gibbs were long gone.

"Here." Jack said, tossing Gibbs an apple as they walked down the less crowded street.

"Sorry about that Cap'n." Gibbs apologized. "I didn't know he would see ye."

"S'alright Gibbs. No harm done. Besides, it gave me some excitement." Jack said with a chuckle as he peeled his banana.

"So how long are we to stay here Jack?" Gibbs asked.

"Another day or two. Then we'll be off to the Caribbean again." Jack said.

"Good. I can't stand all this rain." Gibbs said.

"You can't stand the heat either." Jack said.

"The heat is better than all this gloomy weather." Gibbs replied. "It makes me remember why I detest London."

"Aye." Jack agreed as they continued on their merry way.

In the mean time, back in Buckingham palace, a woman no older than twenty-five, sat on the balcony, looking across the courtyard. This woman's name was Princess Adelaide, the heir to the English throne. She had wavy, brown locks and dark brown eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother, the late Queen Anne. Adelaide was the apple of her father's eye, King Phillip, unlike her brother, Prince Andrew, who was twenty-three and was a very shy young man. Adelaide was to rule the kingdom when her father died, but for now, she was to pick a suitor to be the next king.

"Princess Adelaide!" Her maidservant Olivia called. Olivia was Adelaide's best friend in the household, next to Andrew.

"Olivia, please, just call me Adelaide. You know how much I don't like being called Princess." Adelaide said.

"But Princess," Adelaide gave her a stern look and Olivia sighed.

"Addy, there is another young suitor here to meet you. His name is Prince James and..."

"Can it wait a bit?" Adelaide asked, uninterested. "I'm really not in the mood to..."

"But the King has demanded you get ready at once." Olivia said and Adelaide sighed.

"I guess I have no choice then, do I?" Adelaide said.

"Come along Prin...I mean, Adelaide." Olivia said, taking Adelaide's hand. She could see her friend's sadness, and she had seen it for many years. Every since Adelaide had turned twenty, King Philip had arranged for various suitors to come and meet Adelaide, but each time, Adelaide had refused to marry them. Olivia wished she could do something to help Adelaide, but she knew of nothing to help her.

Adelaide was a woman that longed for freedom, free from the chains that had been put on her since birth. The only time she had ever left the palace was for prayer and ceremonies. Adelaide longed to be free of all responsibilities, but that was never an option for her. It seemed she was surely doomed to spend the rest of her life in her own little prison inside the palace walls. At least, that was what she thought.

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