Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean, nor do I own the characters from Sweeney Todd. The storyline however is mine!
AN: Ok, so I'm taking a break from Batman stuff to write this. Basically, this is a crossover between Pirates of the Caribbean (more specifically Captain Jack Sparrow) and Sweeney Todd. Please just give it a chance, this is only the first chapter after all. And feel free to let me know what you think with a quick review! Thanks!
"There's no place like London," Jack Sparrow said to himself as he stepped onto the dock, looking around and taking in the scenery: the royal marines standing around on guard and the women in their fancy dresses and corsets. He paused to take a swing from his bottle to find it empty. "Why's the rum always gone?" he wondered aloud.
As if to answer his concern for lack of rum, about twenty feet away from him, he saw the bartender place a new sign in the window. It read, "WE NOW SERVE RUM." Jack practically sprinted into the bar, ran to the counter, and ordered the largest glass he could of rum. "Aahh…now that is refreshing, even for being in London," Jack murmured as he gulped down his rum allowing a comforting warmth to overwhelm his body.
When he finished, he slammed his glass onto the bar top, tossed the bartender a gold coin, and waltzed to the door. He held up his arm to deflect the blazing setting sun out of his eyes and decided he would wander these once familiar streets to find somewhere to lay his head for the night and maybe something to eat. As he headed down the street looking for somewhere to eat and an inn, he began humming to himself, "Yo ho, a pirate's life for me…"
Jack barely even paid attention to where he was walking. His feet knew where he was going even if the rest of him didn't. He knew his way around London, he used to live here before the love of the sea took hold and he hit the seven seas to become a pirate. He nearly walked into a half drunk woman. He stopped just in time, but she turned around anyways, "Hey, don't I know you?" she asked.
"Umm…no, I don't believe you do," Jack said as he began to back away.
"No, you look very familiar to me," she continued.
"Never seen you before in my life, Miss. Besides, I don't even live in London nor have I even set foot near here."
Then out of nowhere, she slapped him. "Don't try to lie. I don't recall your name, but I'm sure that I've seen you before. And if I recognized you, you'd better tread carefully around these parts…" she trailed off as she went into a fit of laughter. Apparently someone had had a bit too much to drink. Jack was a bit spooked by her comment though and he scampered quickly away down a side alley to get to the next street and away from the woman as quickly as possible.
Jack was surprised at how well he could still maneuver through these streets. Or maybe it was more surprise at how little the city had changed in that many years. Either way, it wasn't long before Jack found himself on Fleet Street, staring at the storefront of one Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop.
Jack inhaled quickly when he realized where he was. A strange feeling seemed to wash over Jack, there was something "fishy" about this place, but he didn't have any idea what that was. All he knew is that he didn't like that feeling. Why had his feet carried him here? He knew that he should probably turn around and run away from this place as fast as he could and not look back again. But that strange feeling seemed to have frozen him in place, his feet wouldn't move, almost as if they were glued to the street.
He was staring at the storefront, frozen in place, all these crazy thoughts in his head, when the door of the pie shop opened. A man stepped out. He was about the same height, but extremely pale, with dark black hair with a white streak in it. Jack swallowed hard, something seemed oddly familiar about him.
The man just nodded at Jack and pushed passed him. He headed for the stairs that lead to the room over the pie shop. Jack started to follow him, but the man noticed. He turned around so fast that it caught Jack by surprise causing Jack to leap back in shock.
The man just stared at Jack, seeming to survey his slightly "grungy" appearance. Then he seemed to notice the braided beard on Jack's chin, for the only thing he spoke was, "How about a shave?"
"What?!?!" Jack exclaimed in utter bewilderment.
The man didn't say a word. He just turned on his heel, and stalked up the stairs and retreated into the room above the pie shop, slamming the door behind him.