The Pivotal Five
Summary: Five great stories come together in an epic imbalance that sets the world of fantasy on its side. Each people from each story must learn to put their differences aside and work together to save their own world, and the world of reality.
Chapter 1: The Turner Tribe
"The waters are too quiet, Captain." The sailorette, known as Ana Maria, reported to her superior as though he were an old friend, whom, of course, he was.
"You know as well as I do what that means, love," the captain replied, lost in his own thoughts. Plots and schemes were being dreamed up in Captain Jack Sparrow's head so that he might brake the boredom bubble that surrounded his ship at the present moment.
The two sat in the dining hall, the ship drifting off to anywhere. No, they weren't exactly drifting anywhere. Anywhere had the possibility of having excitement. This anywhere was, quite literally, nowhere.
"I don't know what to do."
"I have not heard you say that in all the time I've known you, Jack." Ana Maria looked concerned.
"Well, we haven't exactly been in this situation before, have we? No…no…Norrington's on our tail. Wait, scratch that. The whole of the Royal Navy is on our tail, and all we can do is drift here on the Isla de Muerta until they think we're dead." And with that, Jack started to ramble. He always rambled when he was out of ideas. Usually, rambling helped.
Suddenly, the cook's hands burst forth into the room. "We quit!" they shouted in unison.
"Right. Get back in the kitchens," Jack shrugged.
"Captain Sparrow! We demand that you give us a spare boat and that we are allowed to leave this ship for Tortuga!" the eldest one yelled.
A new light appeared in Jack's eyes. New hands, new personalities, possibly new adventures. "Gentlemen, there'll be no need to take a lifeboat. We shall take you to Tortuga, and we will ne'er bother you, again," he proposed.
"What's in it for you if you drop us off?" a middle-aged man requested.
"A chance to hire new hands, of course."
"That doesn't seem enough for the nefarious Captain Jack Sparrow," one of them sneered suspiciously.
Jack sighed. "Ah, but as long as my plans do not interfere with yours, what importance of it is yours what I do in Tortuga?"
The small group of five, knowing that he had a valid question, stood there in silence, awaiting their dismissal.
"I see you can not answer. Typical. Now, if you'll please help me and the rest of the crew out and be the kitchen help until we get to Tortuga, I will pay ye handsomely. What say you to that?"
"Aye," one of them said hesitantly. The other four glared at him, but agreed, too, in the end.
'At least the Black Pearl is moving,' thought Jack as he steered the great ship with black sails.
It didn't take them long to get to Tortuga, the only city the Royal Navy had yet to search. As soon as they docked, the five menials fled and disappeared.
"I wonder what they're problem be," stated Mr. Gibbs.
"They obviously didn't have the courage and fortitude to endure anymore voyages. Can't say I blame them, what with Barbossa and them are gallivanting about. Couldn't have been too healthy, eh?" With a sigh and a swagger, Jack made off for the pub. Nothing like finding good, hard-working hands at a tavern.
"Jack! Yer back already?" the large woman called from behind the bar.
"Yes, yes, my lovely Justina," he replied warmly as he sat down. When she smiled back, large gaps were shown in her mouth where teeth should have been.
"Don't ye 'lovely,' me, Jack Sparrow. I know what yer here fer."
"Do you, now? I wonder…"
"Of course! The Turners and their li'l tribe're here fer the next few nights!"
"Interesting. Very interesting." Jack very rarely spoke his mind, and was not about to start when Justina looked at him questioningly.
The crew all found places to sleep during the night. Jack had a bed, but he couldn't sleep. He couldn't figure out why Will and his family were here after fifteen years of avoiding anything to do with the pirate life. Questions still provoked him when he heard the rooster crow its annoying call.
After a hearty breakfast, he decided to hunt up Mr. and Mrs. Turner to see how their life had been for the past fifteen years. He didn't have to look long.
"Jack!" Will called on the street. The two men embraced each other.
"You scrawny wastrel! How've you been, mate?" Jack asked.
"Wonderful." Will turned to the woman a few yards away. "Elizabeth! Come here! It's Jack!"
"How good to see you, Captain Sparrow," Elizabeth said with a smile. "Meet Ann, Daniel, and Jasmine." She pointed to each of the three children beside her as she said their names.
"So you're the infamous Jack Sparrow?" said Ann, who was the tallest of the three. "Look mighty old to me."
"Ann!" rebuked Elizabeth, "You will not speak unless spoken to, and you are not to disrespect your elders."
"It's alright, love. See here, little one—" Ann scoffed at being called 'little.'— "When one has lived a life such as I, it's not 'old.' It's 'experienced.'"
"Well then, I suppose you're very experienced."
"Ann, if you can not hold your tongue then you shall be sent back to the ship to stay there until business is conducted! Do you understand me?" Elizabeth reprimanded.
A scowl appeared on Ann's delicate features. An inaudible mumble issued from her mouth.
"What was that?" Elizabeth asked sharply.
"Yes, Mother," Ann snapped.
"Honestly, the attitude of this one." Elizabeth shook her head. "She's fifteen," she told Jack. "Daniel's twelve, Jasmine's nine. I guess it's only a matter of time before they start to get smart-mouthed."
"Ann's got a lot of fire," said Will proudly. "Just like her mother." He gave Elizabeth a large smile.
"I never gave my father any kind of problems. Ann's off doing her own thing whenever someone turns around. She's learned swordplay from the new blacksmith, and riding from the horse breeder! She despises dresses and insists on wearing breeches! The only reason I got her into a dress, today, was because I told her that if she wore breeches, someone might mistake her for a hired help and make her wash dishes." She gave a loud sigh as she looked at her children. And cursed when she saw there were only two. "Now where's she got to?"
"I think I know," said Jack, a mysterious look in his eyes. But he did not go looking for her. "Come, come. She'll be fine. Not one person in Tortuga would mess with a wee one like her. There's to be a feast on the Black Pearl, tonight. You all are invited," he said, winking at the boy. Jack turned around to hear the boy say, "Did you see that, Mum? He winked at me! The famous Captain Jack Sparrow!" Laughing to himself at the boy's enthusiasm, Jack started towards the Black Pearl, where he had to set up a feast.
(A/N: Hi!!! Hope you all like the beginning! This is going to be a crossover on a grand scale. R&R if you want more!!!! ^_^)