Aha! Thanks for stumbling upon my odd crossover! A little bit of extra imfortmation is that to make it easier on myself I decided to not include Tai Hung and the other men working for Sao Feng. I know, lazy huh? But anyway, I sincerly hope you enjoy! The real story really begins after chapter 1. ;)

Chapter 1 ~

"You've doomed us all!" Elizabeth snarled with a glare at Barbossa.

The old captain grabbed her by the cheeks, his dirty finger nails indenting her soft skin as she looked at him with something like disgust. "Don't be so unkind," Barbossa murmured. "You may not survive to pass this way again, and these be the last friendly words you'll hear."

Elizabeth roughly pulled away from his grasp and leaned cautiously over the damp rail to determine how close their vessel was nearing the Furthest Gate. A shiver of fear crept over her as a fine mist of spray was hurled into her face; the moist, gushing roar of water as it surged forward and tumbled into oblivion was louder than a thousand hissing dragons. The sky that was once adorned in a myriad of stars was now slate black and and as utterly dark as the ferocious water that tugged the Hai Peng forward relentlessly. Elizabeth's heart jumped in her chest: surely they were going to die!

"Tie her off!" she heard Will order nearby. Elizabeth froze and felt a cold sting of guilt and dread. She didn't even have time to tell Will that she loved him, and that with Jack it was just an infatuation, nothing serious, unless perhaps they'd got closer to each other. But it was always going to be Will.

She was about to rush to Will's side when a viscous jolt rocked the ship and she had to throw out her hands for a rope to cling to. It burnt her skin as her palm raked down the cord as she slipped over, but she held on firm, clinging literally for her life.

A few moments previously, the were crew scurrying on board like startled ants after the rock they'd be hiding under was removed and exposed to the sun's blinding rays. Now, with danger a mere leap away, they desperatly clung to ropes, hid below deck, tied themselves down.

Nearby, Tia Dalma clutched her precious crab claws close to her face, mumbling and rambling in Kreyol as she rocked back and forth like a tree caught in a hurricane.

"Malfaiteur en Tombeau, Crocher l'Esplanade, Dans l'Fond d'l'eau!" Then she cast them down with a ratltle upon the table top that swayed side to side with the rough tide, reading the hidden signs revealed only to her shrewd eyes.

With a sickening lurch and deep wooden creak, the Hai Peng was dragged to the precipice. It hang there between life and beyond for a long, painful, stretched out moment, as if time had frozen. She slowly tipped forward, the bowsprit pointing into the abyss, gaining speed as her weight and the monsterous force of the current pulled her down.

And then time sped up and there was nothing between the water and the ship, just empty air which they fell through inthe clutches of gravity. The last thing Elizabeth could recall was her own screaming echoing in her ears and the mad cackle of Barbossa as they crossed the final frontier, down, down, down...

Unknown to the rest of the crew as they tumbled down, a brilliant emerald flash shot up into the sky like a flare, scorching against the black of the night and turning the sea a leeched white. But it was gone in an instant, quicker than the a snap of the fingers. The Green Flash.

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Barbossa knew before he'd even opened his eyes that something was not right.

For a start, the rush of a huge waterfall crashing over rocks stirred him from his unconciouness. He would have thought they were still at the Furthest Gate if not for the lack of briny sea air. Instead, upon the wind he caught the sweet snatch of lush vegetation - not the tropical, damp forestry found in the Caribbean, but a crisper fresher type of trees. The air too although moist from the nearby waterfall was mild and cool, the breeze light as it tickelled his fluttering eyelids.

When his jaundiced blue eyes snapped open, he saw a blue sky riddled with storm clouds arching overhead, a pair of hawks soaring westwards and screeching. He could feel the hard wet wood of the Hai Peng beneath him and sense it rock on gentle currents - at least the ship was still afloat and in one piece. With a grunt, the old captain sat up and rubbed his eyes.

What's goin' on 'ere? he thought wearily. Clambering to his unsteady feet he gazed around him.

And stood paralysed in shock, jaw slack.

An army of dark green decicious trees rose up before him, marching up a hill that sloped upwards from the pebbled shore of the river. The river itself was very wide and slow-moving, a mass of greyish water that plummeted down over a huge, towering cliff and flowed southwards through wooded hillocks and plains.

This was definetly not Davy Jones Locker. Or anywhere in the Caribbean. Or anywhere that rung a bell for Barbossa, and he had travelled extensivley. And what's more, it didn't feel right. The air was softer, the light and shadows either too bright or too dark.

"Where the bloody hell am I?!" Barbossa exclaimed out loud. His hoarse cry rang through the hills and weaved through the trees, and he jolted at the echo of his own voice. A few birds scattered into the sky in alarm.

He heard a soft moan beside him. Looking down sharply, he saw Will Turner wearily throw a hand over his face to shield his eyes from the sun, squinting in the fading light. The young pirate's vision blurred and warped before it cleared, and he flinched a little when Barbossa's weather-beaten face suddenly loomed before him.

"'T'would be better if ye stayed unconcious, lad" Barbossa growled.

Will frowned at the anxious edge in his tone. "What do you mean?"

Barbossa just turned away and grumbled incoherently, his magnificent ragged hat swaying from side to side as he shook his head. Barbossa leaned against the ship's rails and stared into the distance.

Will cocked his head to one side and rose an eyebrow, confused. He sat upright and then he too froze in fright. His dark eyes widened like a fox trapped by hounds, and he yelped and staggered back.

"Are you sure this is Davy Jones Locker?" Will asked Barbossa.

"I'm not sure of anythin' anymore" Barbossa murmured.

Will joined the captain at the rail and narrowed his eyes into the forest. "Where do you propose we are? The charts led to many places. What if we took the wrong way and ended up here?"

"Ya be right, William Turna" said a richly accented, mysterious voice. Both men turned to see Tia Dalma stride towards them, her cat-like eyes absorbing in their new surroundings with curiosity and an eerie smile. It was as if she knew something the others didn't.

"Beyand da Furthest Gate lie many realms," she explained. "It is very easy ta lose whatcha tryin' ta find. Perhaps, Barbossa, ya got a little more lost dan ya planned?"

Barbossa scowled, and she smirked. Will frowned at the captain with a sense of amnosity. This is ruining my plans. If we can't find Jack soon, then how can I free my father?

Then Will suddenly stiffened and span around. "Elizabeth" he murmured.

The deck was rather empty, like a ghost town, and it sent a shiver of fear through Will's veins. The crew had appeared to vanish like ghosts into mist. Were they dead? Lost along the way?

But the lack of crew helped him located Elizabeth. He quickly caught sight of his fiance' - or ex-fiance'? - still gripping the rope she'd been clinging on to as they'd crossed worlds. Even though she was out cold, she wouldn't relinquish her grasp on the rope as Will gently shook her awake.

Her eyelids flickered softly and she started as if someone had pinched her. "W-Will?" she stuttered.

He nodded, and then the black cloud descended over him again. His eyes darkened and he turned away to go and see if any other crew members were to be found. The little bubble of joy swiftly burst in Elizabeth's heart, and her shoulders slumped.

As it turned out, Gibbs, Marty, Cotton (and his parrot), Pintel and Ragetti were the only other men on board. All were shaken by this strange turn of events, and in their alarm and uncertanty they all jabbed accusing fingers at Barbossa, the man who'd steered them there.

"Ye can not blame me fer something I didn't do!" he protested fiercely "Ye said ye needed a captain that had been ter death n' back, and I did what I could."

Then his eyes widened and narrowed as he faced Tia Dalma. "I'd have thought you'd be able to take us ter the Locker, of all people!"

Tia Dalma glared back with equal fire, eyes flashing. "Ya didn't ask for ma help, so I did not give it to ya." Then she sighed. "But I admit, Barbossa, it was an easy mistake ta make. De reach between worlds is unsertan and is constantly shiftin'."

Barbossa made a "hmpf" noise and nodded. His eyes brightened though when a familiar face scampered from the shadows of the deck and clambered up his shoulder. He tenderly stroked Jack the monkey's furry little head with one gnarled finger, somewhat comforted by the presence of his pet.

"Well, what'd we do now?" asked Pintel with a shrug.

"I think we ought ter explore that land over there," said Ragetti, pointing to the forest that whispered softly in the wind. He shrugged too. "We might as well do somethink."

"Master Ragetti be right," agreed Barbossa. "Let's go."

"But have your weapons ready, mates," Gibbs added, his hand instinctivly going for the waterskin of rum that was no longer there. "Who knows what we'll find in this odd place."

They anchored the ship and took two rowboats to shore. Their wooden hullsscraped as they slid over the pale grey, crumbling pebbles that littered the riverbank. Their footsteps crunched over the stones as they cautiously edgedtowards the forest. Barbossa inhaled long and deep; the scent of sap and mist was heavy here.

But no sooner had they entered the shade of the trees, Will paused. "Stop!" he hissed.

The pirates did so, but frowned. Will seemed to focus on something far away, head titled to one side, a frown slowly creasing his forehead.

"What the blazes-?" Barbossa began.

"Quiet!" Will demanded."Don't you hear that?"

"Hear what?" said Marty clutching his gun tighter.

Will strode forward and leaped onto a mossy rock, where he stood still again. The faint sounds of footsteps scuffling the undergrowth reached his ears, and quieter still came the clang of steel upon steel.

Then a new sound split the calm: a deep, resonate bellow that was neither human nor animal. This time all the pirates heard.

"Uh-oh" squawed Cotton's parrot as it flapped it's iridescent wings nervously.

"That sounded like a horn" said Elizabeth thoughtfully.

"Let's go!" ordered Barbossa, drawing his sword and half running-half limping up the slope towards the west. The rest of the crew followed, weaving between the shafts of sunlight and stiff-barked trees, drawing closer to the first creatures in the other realm.