Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean or Halo. They are property of Walt Disney and Bungie/343 respectively. Thank you. ~LE

AN: This takes place after PotC 4 (with a few minor adjustments) and at the very beginning of Halo 3. I'll try not to include any spoilers for PotC4. Don't think I have to worry about that for Halo...

The Shenanigans of Cap'n Jack Sparrow

Chapter One

Tia's Magic Potion

Captain Jack Sparrow docked a tiny rowboat at the far end of the Pantano River. Cuba was dark, looking very much like New Orleans during Mardi Gras; the trees were a staple in everything and lanterns lit the way. The tiny shack Jack entered was full of many nonsense items lining the shelves and hanging from the ceiling.

"Jack," a woman cooed, stepping into the candlelight.

"Tia Dalma," he said, throwing his hands out to the side.

"And what brings you to mine lovely river?" she asked. "Has you lost him precious Pearl again?"

"Yeah, about that," Jack said, trailing his words in denial.

"So ye have," Tia Dalma smirked. "Who be taking it this time?"

"The same man as always, Hector Barabossa," he smiled, strutting around the shop and tinkering with some things that he found. They were all shiny or sparkly, something that always caught Jack's eye. "Is there something that might help me win against Hector?"

"Unfortunately, no such thing belongs to me. Many other options, yes," she commented. Jack's face fell as he fingered a gold trinket. "Something is weighing on your mind, is it not, Jack Sparrow?" Tia drawled.

"What?" Jack said with shock. "No, nothing's bothering me," he dissented.

"Don't you fool with me, Jack Sparrow," Tia snapped. "I know many things and I know what is on you mind!" Jack cowered slightly, knowing it was best to keep his mouth shut. "What you want, your compass cannot show. An adventure – seeing as there really is no need for pirates anymore."

Jack perked up, attention caught at the idea of an adventure. Too bad Hector had his ship though. Seems like he would have to acquire a crew and ship at Tortuga. That shouldn't be a problem.

"Adventure, what kind of adventure?" Jack asked enthusiastically.

"Oh, a wild adventure. The best of all time," Tia Dalma said with a wicked smile. "Drink this," she smiled, handing him a cup full of steaming green liquid.

"I think I'll pass," Jack smiled. Tia Dalma stared at him.

"Then me guesses no adventures will become you," she said simply, turning to walk away. "Times are changing, Jack. Soon, there be no more need for pirates and what will you do then?"

"Adventure!" Jack said excitedly. Tia held the cup out again and, pausing for a moment, Jack took it and drank. "It tastes like rum," he said, surprise in his voice. "How did you do that?"

"To each person, a taste they love," Tia said. "Now finish it." Without hesitation, Jack upended the goblet, draining it of the green liquid.

"Now what?" he asked after a few moments. For some reason, he was beginning to feel very sleepy. "Suddenly tired," he yawned.

"You know me bed always open," Tia smirked.

"I think I might…." Jack started, taking a step before falling to the dusty floorboards. Tia Dalma smiled, petting a monkey as it jumped onto her shoulder.

"The problem is solved, isn't it, Jack?" she cooed, scratching the monkey's ear. He gave small screech, jumping to the floor and licking the goblet clean. Tia Dalma strolled to the back of her shack, gently moving things out of her way.

Jack awoke in a small clump of trees, sporting a pounding in his head. A strange sound came from nearby and he jumped slightly. After listening for a minute, he realized that the sound was being repeated over and over and that it wasn't so scary after all. Curiosity overtook him and he meandered to the source, finding himself standing a smooth black stone that had been stretched in a continuous line. Upon touching it with his hand, he found that it was quite hot to the touch. He jerked his hand back and stood upright, looking for the first time at the source of the strange noise. Big colorful things were moving rapidly down the black stone, supported by four things that were obviously wheels, just different to look at, it seemed.

He furrowed his brow, leaning forward when one of noise makers zoomed by. It left Jack standing there, dumbstruck, while his dreadlocks whipped around his face. After a second, he realized that the rush of air caused by the noisemaker had taken his hat.

"My hat!" he cried, watching it float into the middle of the black stone. Many noisemakers were moving on both sides of his hat, one of them coming very close to crushing it. He gasped, wondering idly if these noisemakers would harm him if he were to simply walk over and grab his hat. They looked like they could but he was Captain Jack Sparrow! Everybody remembered it as the day they almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow! He attempted to take a step onto the black stone when hands roughly grabbed his shoulders and prevented him from retrieving his hat.

"What do you – get off!" he cried, shaking himself free from the stranger's grasp.

"You sure take your pirate business serious, huh?" the man asked.

"Well, of course," Jack said, curling his lip. "I am a pirate. What else could possibly require such undefined yet totally defined clothes?" The man gave him an odd look.

"Ohkay, calm down. What were you going to walk in the street for? Don't you know that cars can kill?"

"Cars?" Jack repeated, trying the word on his tongue. "Is that what they're called?"

"Duh, where you from anyways."

"Uh, England," Jack replied, thinking for a brief moment.

"You sure? I think England has cars as well," the man said, quirking his eyebrows.

"No, they have ships and big horse carriage things," he commented, enthusiastically moving his hands. "Never seen these things before."

"You must be so sheltered," the man chuckled. "Look, traffic stopped. I think it's safe to grab your hat now." Jack turned to see that there were no more noisemakers on the black stone. He cautiously walked out and grabbed his hat, running back to safety as soon as possible. He immediately straightened his hat out and placed on his head.

"Thank you," Jack managed to say after a moment. "And now I must find me a ship," he muttered, stumbling away. "Or maybe rum. Rum is always good."

"Well, I doubt you can get a ship. A boat maybe," the man said. "But you can always find rum at the bar."

"This isn't England, is it?" Jack asked, facing the man. 'Why won't he just shut up?' he thought to himself. 'What did Tia Dalma do to me?'

"You okay? And no, this isn't England, you're in America."

"America? What's Ameri-thing?" The man gave Jack a strange look. Suddenly, Jack didn't seem so sure about accepting anything from Tia Dalma ever again. "Oh! What's that?" Jack said suddenly, pointing behind the man. The man turned, giving Jack ample opportunity to bash the back of his head and run away. If the people here knew of England, then surely Tia Dalma sent him to another time period. His next question became, how did he get back?

"Look, mom! It's Jack Sparrow!" a little boy cried. Jack skidded to a halt, turning to the look at the small child. His mother grabbed his hand and quickly tugged him down the street.

"Hey, you! Stop right there!" someone called. He was dressed entirely in black with some sort of accessory belt and gun around his waist. He came running towards Jack, who took off running down the street. On a spur of luck, he found an open house and managed to hide inside. After a few moments, he began to wander through the house, stumbling upon an odd piece of technology. It was a moving picture, it seemed, only much more realistic. He walked closer, bumping into an oddly shaped piece of plastic and sending it skidding across the floor. From the picture, gunfire erupted, startling Jack. He jumped and uttered a small scream. He thought briefly if someone might have been in the house and so he held his breath and listened. When he heard nothing, he continued walking towards the moving picture.

Again, he bumped the piece of plastic. As it skidded a little ways, Jack heard more gunfire but it didn't startle him this time. In fact, he made a connection. He picked up the device and began fiddling with it. He chuckled when he caused the figure to shoot his gun and move forward. For some reason, this whole thing was oddly entertaining to him. So he spent a fair portion of the afternoon standing in front of the picture as he slowly moved the character across the picture. Ahead of him, there was a cliff. Jack didn't know this but he decided to check it out anyways. He took one step over the edge, causing the character to fall to his death.

"What?" Jack said in surprise, staring at the devise in his hands. He shook it, trying to make it work again. A white light enveloped him and he felt himself being moved against his will. His feet left the ground and within a few moments, he was falling through the air. He landed with a heavy thud on a thick mat of grass and underbrush. The jungle he found himself in was very lush and green, teeming with all kinds of wildlife. There was just one problem: he wasn't on Earth anymore.

"Well, what do we have here?" a rough voice said from somewhere nearby.

So, this is an idea I came up with while browsing through some of the crossover fanfiction. I wondered why nobody had written anything like this because I can just imagine all of the crazy things Jack could get into while in the Halo universe. I really want some feedback on this, it would be greatly appreciated. The rest of the story (and yes, there is one) will mainly be told through Jack's perspective, so Halo things are really going to be described in detail. I apologize in advance for that. Sorry.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy it and please R&R!

~LE