A/N: Welcome to another Phantom fic. Pirates rock...lol! I do not own Phantom of the Opera. this first chapter kinda mirrors the beginning of POTC 1, but it's not really a crossover. and before I give anything else away...read it! lol! enjoy!

Chapter 1: Day's and Night's Events

Christine Daaé rummaged through the trunk at the foot of her bed. Where was it?! She couldn't meet him without it! She growled in frustration and slammed the trunk shut.

"Christine, hurry!" Meg called from the doorway to the bedroom. "He'll be here any minute!"

"I know!" Christine replied, rummaging through her vanity drawer.

"I found it!" she grinned, pulling a fan from the drawer.

"Good now let's go!" Meg insisted. Christine ran to her friend who gripped her wrist and dragged her down the hall. "He's probably about ready to have a fit!"

The two girls ran down the stairs, stopping midway to slowly walk down. Christine opened her fan with a flick of her wrist and placed it over her nose when she caught sight of her father standing at the doorway of the front room with the very man she and Meg had been so impatient to meet. He was around Christine's age, possibly older, wearing a Captain's naval uniform.

"Christine!" her father, Gustave called with a smile. "Meg! There you are!"

As the girls neared the two men, the younger man's attention was drawn to them.

"Captain Chagny and I were worried you weren't coming!"

"So sorry to keep you waiting, father," Christine apologized with a curtsey and Meg did the same.

"Your mother will not be joining us, Meg?" Gustave frowned and the blonde shook her head.

"She is not feeling well enough to be anywhere," Meg explained. "But she offers her congratulations to Captain Raoul de Chagny."

The girls presented themselves to the captain, Meg first. She nodded as left a polite kiss to her hand and stepped away to let Christine pass. Christine nodded as well and the captain left a lingering kiss on her hand, making her smile beneath her fan that she still held to her face.

"The carriage is waiting," the captain said, gesturing outside.

"Yes, of course," Gustave realized.

"Might I escort you, Miss Daaé?" Raoul asked extending his arm toward her. Christine finally lowered the fan as she nodded and slid her arm through his. Gustave took Meg's arm to escort her as they all walked to the carriage. Raoul glanced back at Gustave to make sure Meg was distracting him with conversation then quickly turned to Christine.

"I quite missed you yesterday," he whispered and Christine smiled at him.

"And I, you," she smiled, sweetly. When they reached the carriage, he helped her inside and sat across from her as Gustave and Meg climbed in as well.

"It was very kind of you to allow us the use of your carriage to your coronation, Captain," Meg complimented. "Thank you."

"It would have been an unforgivable sin if I had not," Raoul replied, never taking his eyes off of Christine. She felt herself blushing and fanned herself as she looked out the carriage window to hide her reaction to his intense stare.

"Tell me, Captain," Gustave said. "How goes your pirate hunting? I hear their raiding parties are beginning to dwindle to nothing."

"On the contrary, Mr. Daaé," Raoul corrected, finally turning to the other man. "They grow in numbers, unfortunately. It's hard enough taking care of the ones that we catch, but they've managed to sail out of our jurisdiction. The East India Trading Company had better lick with them than we do."

"Why not let them raid?" Meg wondered. "Let them take what they wish and they won't come back."

"They don't simply take objects, Miss Giry," Raoul replied, shifting to look at her. "They pillage many a women, as well."

"Please," Christine broke in. "Must we talk of such ugly things on such a beautiful day?"

"My daughter is right," Gustave agreed. "Forgive me for bringing up such a topic."

After Coronation...

"Christine," Commodore Chagny whispered coming up behind her. She jumped with a start and turned to him. "May I speak to you?"

"Of course," Christine smiled.

"Alone?" he hoped. Christine frowned in confusion, but turned to her father and seeing him speaking with someone, turned back to Raoul and nodded. He quickly pulled her from the many people and into a secluded corner.

"Raoul, what is going on?" Christine whispered.

"Christine," he whispered back. "I…You know I care for you, don't you?"

"Of course, Raoul," she smiled sweetly, taking his hands. "I care for you as well."

"My feelings run deeper for you than you will ever know," he continued, gripping her hands a bit tighter. "I am not all too sure if you feel the same, but I must tell you. Christine, I love you and I wish to spend every day and every night of my life with you."

Christine's eyes grew wide in shock and her mouth hung open as such. She studied his face and knew he truly loved her and that he truly wished to marry her. However, as much as she cared for him, she couldn't find it in her heart to give him an answer at that moment and it frightened her.

"You need not give me an answer now," Raoul said quickly, to Christine's relief. "But, please, consider me?"

Christine nodded, still speechless and he nodded back. Unable to help himself, he leaned toward her slowly and before Christine could do anything, she felt his lips against hers as he kissed her tenderly. She felt like fainting in shock, but managed to stay conscious as he leaned out to study her reaction.

"Christine!" Meg called and the couple pulled away from each other burned as the blonde woman ran toward them. "There you are! I was looking everywhere for you!"

"Excuse me, ladies," Raoul bowed and with one last glance at Christine he walked away. Meg followed him with a frown then turned to Christine.

"What's happened?" she wondered as Christine stared after him. "Christine! You look pale! Are you well?!"

"He…" Christine tried, breathlessly. "He…He proposed to me!"

Christine sighed, sitting at her window staring at the ocean. Night had fallen upon Port Monarch and Christine had yet to give an answer to Raoul's proposal. She cared for him, but she wasn't sure if she loved him. She must have, if she blushed whenever he spoke to her and stared at her. She knew her father would approve of his daughter being married to a just-promoted-Commodore. Yes, Gustave had approved, he must have if Raoul came to her with the proposal, but could she?

That was what had her up so late. She didn't know her own heart and it frightened her. What if she said yes, but later realized it wasn't what she wanted? Then, it would be too late. She had to give him and answer though.

"Christine?"

She was jolted from thoughts by her father at the doorway. She spun around with a wide eyed stare at her father.

"What are you doing still up?" he wondered, walking toward her.

"I can't sleep," she replied as Gustave ran a tender hand across her cheek.

"Because of the Commodore?" he guessed and she nodded. He sighed then pulled the chair to her vanity next to her and sat.

"I care for him, Papa," Christine sighed. "But I'm not sure I love him the way he does me. I do not wish to disappoint him, but how can I say yes when I am not sure?" She gazed out the window again and Gustave gave another sigh.

"Perhaps you should refuse for the time being?" he advised, causing Christine to stare at him in wide eyed shock.

"It would break his heart, Papa!" she breathed. "I don't wish to hurt him!"

"Just tell him how you feel, my dear," he replied, placing a hand on hers. "He cannot argue with your feelings."

Christine studied her father's face and saw his wanting nothing but her happiness then smiled and nodded.

"Indeed, he cannot," she agreed. "He may be disappointed, but I can only hope he understands and is patient."

Gustave nodded and stood, leaving a tender kiss on her temple before leaving the room.

"Good night, little one," he smiled.

"Good night, Papa," Christine smiled back and Gustave closed the door. She turned back to the window, thinking of how she should tell Raoul of her feelings, but shook her thoughts away. She would never get to sleep thinking of that. She blew out the candle on her vanity and crawled into her bed, snuggling into the pillow.

Christine awoke to the booming of cannon fire. Her eyes shot open as she gasped and sat straight up. She looked to her window and saw smoke blackening the sky. She scrambled from her bed and stared out the window toward the port. There was a ship in the harbor and its cannons were smoking. In the moonlight, she made out little boats rowing to the shore.

"Christine!"

She spun around with a start to see Meg in the doorway, fright written in her eyes.

"It's pirates!"

Christine ran to Meg and took her hand.

"Where is your mother?" she asked first.

"Still in our room," Meg whimpered.

"Go there and bolt the door then place anything heavy in front of it, our the vanity, the bureau, anything!"

"What about you?!"

"I'll go to my father. Trust me, Meg. Raoul told me what to do."

Meg nodded and ran to her mother's room and Christine ran to her father's room. On her way there she heard a knock on the door and saw the butler walking toward it to answer the knock.

"No!" she cried, but it was too late. She screamed when the butler collapsed on the floor, dead from being shot. Without a second's hesitation, she ran toward her father's room. Gustave stepped out of his room and Christine ran into his arms.

"Inside!" he ordered and she ran into the room as a group of pirates ran up the stairs toward them. Gustave quickly slammed the door shut and dragged a trunk in front of it as Christine huddled herself into a corner.

"Papa!" she sobbed and he quickly went to her and held her close. "They---! They shot---!"

"I know, darling," he whispered. "Shush. It will be alright."

He rocked her back and forth and she screamed when the men banged on the door. Gustave reached beneath his mattress and pulled out a pistol, ready to shoot anyone who came through the door. Christine glanced at her father's sword mounted across the room and knew he might need it. The pirates still banged on the door and she mustered all her courage then ran toward the sword.

"Christine!" Gustave shouted, but she grabbed the sword and was about to run back to her father when a shot rang out. The group of pirates outside shoved through the door, having shot the lock and Gustave aimed his pistol at the door. Another shot rang out and Christine dropped the sword, tears forming in her eyes. She screamed and ran to her father who was now bleeding from his chest.

"Come along, lovely!" the pirate who shot Gustave grinned, trying to grab her arm. She yanked away from him and knelt next to her father, sobbing.

"Papa!" she cried. "Papa, wake up!" She gripped his collar and tried to shake him awake, but he didn't move.

"Come along, pretty," the pirate repeated, walking toward her. "The captain would surely enjoy your company!"

Christine turned her teary gaze to the floor where the pistol lay and glanced at the pirate before diving for it, scrambling to her feet and aiming it at the pirate.

"Leave me alone!" she sobbed, angrily. "I'll shoot!"

"Oh, don't be like that, deary," another pirate pleaded, approaching her. Without another thought she pulled the trigger of the pistol, shooting the pirate in the chest and he fell to the floor. She screamed at her action then turned to the window. She tried to scramble out of it, but the pirate who had shot her father grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back roughly.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "Papa! No! I'll not leave him! Papa!"

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