A/N: Okay, started this two years ago when Haunted Mansion first came out. Stupid computer deleted my first draft. It got me discouraged but I picked it up again. But this is a tad better. Now if I can only get reveiws to motivate me to finish it by...Halloween maybe? (Hint hint, nudge nudge) Anywho, the idea behind this fic was, what if the best Disney flick ever intergrated with one of the (not worst) but flawed Disney flicks? Don't get me wrong, I like Haunted Mansion, but I'm just saying it could have been more suspenseful, a little creepier to made it better. Worked with POTC... So read, review and tell me if I had a good idea.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or Haunted Mansion. Disney does. And this is basically a retelling of Haunted Mansion with POTC, even had the orginal dialoge put in. Don't own that either. However, I do own my original character Stacey St. Claire (who yes is the same name I used for my Haunted Mansion fic and yes this will feature Jack/OC romance! What else?) This is just an attepmt to enrich the Haunted Mansion story. Again, I own nothing but what came out my imagination.
peace, love and lipgloss,
Mlle. Fox
Pirates of the Haunted Mansion
"STOP! IN THE NAME OF THE KING!" yelled the redcoats that were chasing after none other than the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Dodging fruit carts and carriages, receiving shrieks of fear and ecstasy from members of the gentle sex and curses and praise from men, rich and poor, Jack ran through the marketplace of Port Royal, Jamaica looking for an escape. He found it when a poor tinker gave him a boost up a wall overlooking an alley. He bowed his thanks to the common merchant, but after a bullet whizzed past his nose, he jumped over the other side. The soldiers soon climbed over as well, but there was nothing to be found in the alley save a few old discarded crates and barrels in a corner.
"Come lads! He must have gone this way!" cried one solider to his companions. When they had gone out the alley looking for the dastardly pirate, said pirate crawled out of his hiding place from behind the pile of crates. When he stood to brush himself off, he detected an odor most fowl. He put his nose to his coat sleeve, scrunching his nose in protest. He looked to the trash he had been hiding in and saw the faded paint on the crates read "CAVIER".
"And really bad eggs..." he sang to himself. He leaned his back against the wall for a moment to catch his breath and to inspect the latest item he had 'borrowed without permission." Taking the ornate silver mirror out of his pocket, he reflected on the early morning escapade that had led him to this trinket.
"Whom do you seek, pirate?" an old crackled voice had called softly from the large canopy bed. Jack had whirled around in surprise to see the old wrinkled woman who was said to be a gypsy, in her bed wide awake. He had sworn she was asleep.
"Sorry Madame! Thought this was my house!" lied Jack, his speech slurred as if drunk.
"Liar. I know you came here to steal my late husband's old treasure map." she said. Suddenly sober, Jack furrowed his brow and said,
"How did you know...?"
"I know the one you seek pirate." she said. Amused, Jack grinned and tucked his thumbs into his belt asking,
"And who would that be, Madame?"
"The one who will capture your heart with song, the one who will take your breath away, the one who will set your body aflame with desire, the one who'll give you what the Black Pearl can't give back." she had said. Defensive, Jack said,
"The Pearl gives me everything!"
"Even love to treasure, Captain?" she asked. Flustered and angry, Jack had taken the silver hand mirror off the dressing table and held it up saying,
"This is all the treasure I'll ever need!" Ready to leave, Jack had started towards the open window when the old woman stopped him saying,
"Listen to what I say. Recite the mirror's inscription if that be thy choice. Defy time and place to find what the soul must seek, but return home again before the next full moon descends from its peak. A broken curse, reunited love, and first love found is what awaits you in this journey's day!" When she finished, Jack faced her and said,
"There once was a man from Nantucket!" And with a mock bow in her direction, Jack climbed out the window where he came from and ran straight into the patrolling guard.
Sighing out of his memories, Jack looked at the reflection of the man in the mirror. A handsome, tanned face with square jaw and high cheekbones and dark brown eyes lined with kohl met his gaze but when he started to smile, his face dropped at the sight of his metallic teeth, plaited goatee and the strand of trinkets that caught his eye. Tucking the mirror back into his pocket, he muttered to himself,
"Who'd want to love a pirate?" Determined to get rid of the cause of his current grievances, Jack dashed out the alley and made his way to the Governor's mansion that looked down at the village from it's spot on the hill.
Two-hundred years later...
The guest of the young New Orleans heir danced and twirled in expensive ball gowns and rich suits at the grandest masque of the year. There was even rumor that the young heir would run away with his fiancé that night. The young man was enjoying his party when his manservant delivered a note from his lady. As the clock struck twelve, the young man read the note and in a panic dashed through the crowd in the grand foyer towards the library. He opened the door and gasped in shock. There was his beautiful young love slumped over the settee, dead. A glass of spilled wine just beyond her gloved reach. He gathered her in his arms beginning to sob profusely, and then carried the young woman up the stairs trying to control his tears as his guest stood in a stunned silence. In a darkened room, a mysterious woman sat over a glowing crystal ball chanting,
"Bad luck had fallen this night and now all present will not find the light. A curse has fallen, only to be lifted when truth revealed and lost souls set free, when true love is reunited and evil undone, now let my words be true, let them be!"
The next morning, the guests woke to find the maid screaming at the discovery of her master hanging from the bell tower with a broken neck. He was dead.
Two hundred years earlier,
The guests of Governor Weatherby Swann had all turned out to dance and twirl in their expensive ball gowns and rich suits at the grandest wedding of the year. His young daughter Elizabeth had just married the town's most promising young blacksmith, William Turner. The young man went to look for his bride when he heard a noise from the library. He opened the door and gasped in shock. There was his best friend, Captain Jack Sparrow grinning wickedly at him from the settee. A bottle of confiscated wine half drunk just beyond his reach on the end table.
"JACK!" cried Will in surprise.
"Hello, William. Tonight's the night to prove you ain't a eunuch ain't it!" Will smiled and closed the door behind him and said,
"I'm not a eunuch. I'm a pirate who could very well beat you at swordplay, providing you don't cheat of course!" Jack stood and said with a humored voice,
"Pirate? Or dandy!" He circled the younger man who shook his head, admiring his fine black silk gentleman's suit. Finally, with his back to the door, Jack said,
"What that Elizabeth sees in you is beyond me!"
"Well it is not beyond me!" said a cultured feminine voice from the door. Both men turned their attention to the tall, thin beautiful young woman with honey colored locks curled at the top of her head, her sun kissed skin complimented gorgeously by her white wedding gown.
"Do I get to kiss the bride?" asked Jack with seduction in his voice. Elizabeth laughed and stepped forward to hug him,
"You're despicable!" But then she pushed him back with disgust on her face,
"And you smell even worst than usual!"
"Apologies Madame Turner, but I was detained from proper grooming from my acquisition of your wedding present!" said Jack presenting with half a bow and tons of flourish the silver hand mirror. Taking it, Elizabeth said,
"Oh it's beautiful!...You didn't steal it did you?"
"Now milady, would I do a terrible thing like that?" asked Jack.
"Yes!" answered the Turners dryly.
"Oh. Well Robert's your Uncle then." said Jack. As Elizabeth shrugged and went to look at the mirror in the light of the window, Will asked,
"So how did you manage to sneak past Norrington and his guard this time?"
"Son...I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!...Savvy?"
"Paid the help?" asked Will.
"Kissed the maid into distraction!" said Jack.
"Ah!" nodded Will.
"So when will you two set off for your honeymoon?" asked Jack.
"Tomorrow morning." said Will.
"Ain't you going to tell me where?" asked Jack.
"Nope!" said Will.
"Spoilsport! Well, it looks like you've packed everything!" said Jack starting to dig around a wooden crate full of objects on the desk. Will slapped Jack's hand away from the box to which Jack gave a rather comical look as Elizabeth said,
"That isn't ours at least not anymore. Father sold a few of my old toys to a family called Gracey moving to Nova Scotia next week."
"When next week?" asked Jack.
"I'm not telling you!" said Elizabeth trying to decipher the engraving on the back of the mirror.
"Spoilsport!" pouted Jack. Elizabeth knitted her brows in concentration as she read aloud,
"Recite the mirror's inscription if that be thy choice. Defy time and place to find what the soul must seek, but return home again before the next full moon descends from its peak..." In fright, Jack turned to her and said,
"NO!" Dropping the mirror in surprise, Elizabeth said,
"What?"
"Did anyone hear the mirror break?" asked Will hesitantly. They all looked down, Elizabeth gasping when she saw the mirror floating a foot off the ground. As the mirror began to rise higher and higher, Elizabeth joined her husband who hissed at Jack,
"What did you do!" Before he could answer, Jack's eyes widened when the mirror spilt in two and began to glow bright green, its glass cracking and getting larger and larger. As thunder rumbled and bolts of light appeared, they began to back up towards the door with Jack saying,
"Perhaps we should make good our exit!" They turned to run out when a great wind picked up lifting Elizabeth off the ground and towards the massive mirror.
"WILL!"
"ELIZABETH!" shouted Will going back to grab onto her hand. Jack grabbed onto Will trying to pull them both back. Just as they were about to succeed, Jack heard the old woman's voice in his ear say,
"I know the one you seek, pirate!" And with that, the wind lifted all three of them off the ground and into one half of the mirror, the other disappearing. The half-mirror rippled and then shrunk to normal size once more. If floated down inside the box on the desk, just as the Governor peeked his head in the library calling,
"Elizabeth? William? Are you in here? I thought I heard yelling?" Then he shrugged and returned to his guests.
Two hundred years later...
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" yelled the paperboy who sped away into the Louisiana dirt road on his dirt bike, leaving a trail of advertisement flyers behind to be picked up by the wind. He left behind an imposing manor, which he had been warned about by other paperboys who refused to go that route. Inside, an old butler entered a library full of books with a silver tray on his hand. He stopped by a wing backed chair next to the roaring fire and said in a distinguished voice that rolled it's 'r's and pronounced every syllable,
"I do believe I have something of interest that may cheer the Master today!" The man in the chair said in sarcastic despair,
"The Master doubts that!" The servant lowered the tray and the young man picked up the advertisement flyer to read, "EVERS AND EVERS REAL ESTATE...WHERE EVERYTHING WE TOUCH TURNS TO SOLD!" Next to the words, was pictured a couple of black people. A man grinning like an idiot, and a beautiful young woman who looked very familiar...
"ELIZABETH!" cried the man in surprise.
Meanwhile, on a deserted part of a beach, a green vortex opened in the sky hurling three figures into the sand. A few minutes later, Will woke up with a groan clutching his head. As he got up, he remembered his wife and cried,
"ELIZABETH!" Hearing a woman groan a few feet away, he rushed over and kneeled over her. After being shaken a bit, Elizabeth sat up in pain as Will asked,
"Darling, are you alright?"
"I will be once I kill that bloody pirate!" she said in a hiss. Her hand found the half-mirror in the sand and she in turn tucked it into her pocket. They got up and walked over to the next sand dune where they found Jack lying face down in the sand. As they glared down at him, he held his head up spitting sand out of his mouth saying,
"I hate gypsies!" A few minutes later, Jack was heading towards the glow coming from over the sand dunes on the early morning beach with Elizabeth following and Will barking in his ear,
"But we don't even know where we are! How do you expect us to just walk into some town we don't know?"
"Well if we act drunk we'll blend right in Savvy? 'Sides, one town is the same as any other right?" answered Jack. No sooner had he said those words, he regretted them, for they reached the top of the hill and gapped in wonder at the massive buildings of glass and stone that scraped the sky, and glowed with lights a thousand times brighter than any candle. Strange metal vehicles traveled along the black stone roads with no horses to pull them as a large metal contraption making a lot of noise flew over their heads, the propellers on top blowing their hair about all over the place. When the flying machine had gone, Elizabeth folded her arms and said condensing to Jack,
"You were saying?"
"That's interesting!" said Jack in a confused daze.