Jareth Meets Jack
Chapter 1: Mutiny On the High Seas
It was a gloomy, yet crisp morning when Captain Jack Sparrow laid anchor on the isle of Tortuga. The salty sea air would be missed over the next few days, while he stayed on the island. He was to find himself a new crew. That rat Will Turner had stolen his crew but thankfully left him his one prized possession, the Black Pearl. Said he had no need of it, he did... A strange lad, that Turner. Ah, it was no matter. Any crew could easily be replaced. The Pearl could not.
After ensuring that the Pearl was securely tied to the docks, he ventured forth into the city. Jack knew exactly where to begin his inquiries, at the local pirates Pub.
"What'll it be, Jackie?" Asked the big-chested, cherry-haired waitress. She obviously knew who he was. Good; he preferred it that way.
"Rum," He said darkly. "And lots of it, lass. I've lost me crew; I'm here to drown my sorrows."
"Comin' up," She sauntered off to get another patrons order, before hurrying off to the kitchen. in a few minutes, she was back with the rum. She'd brought him a bottle, and he paid her with a piece of unusally shiny gold. Her eyes widened, before she quickly hid it inside her dress, tucking it beneath her bosom.
"You'd be wise to hide that," He chuckled with a smile, as he flipped black dredlocks over his shoulder; his dark charcoaled eyes dancing. "It's from the seas to the north; the Goblin Oceans."
"Yeah right. There's no such place. What makes you think I'd believe you, anyway? You're always pullin' my leg, Jack."
"It's true; love. A friend of mine came across it," Parched lips took a long swig from the bottle, causing little droplets of liquid to collect in his decorated beard. "The day before he was killed. Well, he wasn't really killed, per say. More like sentenced to one hundred years as part of the crew aboard the Flying Dutchman."
"Sure he was, Jack. Sure he was..." The red haired beauty shook her head, her curls bouncing vividly, before she took off.
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He had been in Tortuga for two whole days with no sign of anyone who'd be interested in coming aboard his ship, the Black Pearl. Now he sat in an alley, with his back against one wall, and one leg propped over a small crate. Taking one more drink of rum, Jack began to sing.
"Fifty men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum..."
He was interrupted by an odd hooting sound. He glanced at a larger crate that sat across from him, to see a snowy white barn owl, with it's sharp talons digging into the wood.
"Oh, shut up," He pronounced, in a drunken slur. The owl blinked at him.
For some reason, Jack found himself looking at the dusty ground, at the owl's shadow. Suddenly, it grew, it's shape changing to that of a man. When Jack looked up, still lost though he was in his drunken stupor, he knew this was no ordinary man. He stood even taller than himself, and he was considered of an average height. This fellow had to be at least Six and a half feet tall! He wore a Pirate's hat even larger than the one that Jack himself wore. And he had a patch over one eye. The other one twinkled with a sinister kind of gleam to it, and it was a copper color.
The clothes he wore were equally frightening, and Jack wondered if they were meant to be intimidating, or to show off to the ladies. For a moment, he envied him, but then quickly decided that it had to be a sock. Yes, that must be it; a sock. That, or a fruit of some sort... A banana, perhaps? Modern day Pirates just got weirder and weirder...
In any case, he wore the strangest and tightest tights that the Pirate Captain had ever seen. And he'd seen some strange things. His tights were a dark gray color, and his shirt was white with lots of ruffles. It came to a deep V at his chest, and had a black vest circling his lithe figure. Jack grew slightly angry when he realized that this man, or creature, or whatever he was, had stolen his idea about the boots! Indeed, he wore the same black, slightly heeled, shiny boots that he had always worn, ever since the day he had become a Pirate. And no one, but no one, had ever dared to wear a hat bigger than his, while in his presence, either. Even the hat looked the same as his, only it was larger! And gloves... Why did he wear leather gloves?
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Jareth shifted from his owl form, and stood for a long moment, towering over the strange looking man.
"A poor excuse for a pirate you are," He sneered. The man only continued to gawk at him in awe. "I heard tell that you were in need of a crew. And it just so happens, that I am in such a position as to provide one for you. For the time being..."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service," Jack stood up, and stumbled drunkenly against a barrel that lay nearby. The eyepatch man caught him. "Name your price, then."
Jareth noted the way he spoke in a drunken slur. He sat him upright, propping him against the barrel. "You are in no condition to Captain a ship! Look at you, you're staggering around like a drunken imbecile! This is not a good time to discuss prices, either. I need to go to Port Royal. I have some... business there." He smirked a sinister, devilish little smirk that made Jack's blood run cold. But somehow, he could not deny him. Maybe it was the alcohol... Or maybe it was because he had been stuck in Tortuga for two straight days with no sign of a crew.
"Fine," He dropped the rum to the ground with a clatter, and it rolled over to the side, spilling it's contents to the ground. "No more rum for me!" He stood proudly, and the n wavered when he saw it spilling all of the rum. "Damn, what have I done?!"
"Leave it," Jareth had a stern grip on his arm, and led him away to the Black Pearl.
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A/N: Well, what did you think of my first chapter for this one? Got your attention, didn't I??? I have no doubt that I will eventually finish this one, as I have finished 2 other stories already. So I decided to do a Labyrinth and Pirates crossover! Yay!!! (::hugs self::) I love me, and I love this story. I think you will find it pleasantly surprising. And yes, I have seen ALL of the Pirates movies, so I know about what happens in their plotline and the third movie, and all. I really couldn't care less. I mean, I love the movies, but this has nothing to do with their plotlines, okay? So don't ask at what point does this take place in their story, I would say it pretty much has nothing to do with the movie, other than stealing their characters, and settings. And los of Labyrinth stuff in here too. I am trying to equally balance the two in this fic. So how did I do with Jareth and Jack's first meeting? Did I do good, hmm? Please R&R, there is more to come soon! Have fun, and enjoy reading!
-Kaline Reine