When Captain Jack Met Johnny D.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine; the Mouse owns everything (darn it).
A/N: This was inspired by the fic, HP meets LOTR (which is not mine), but has a different concept.
The Black Pearl was in the middle of a fierce storm when a piece of flotsam smacked Captain Jack Sparrow on the back of the head, causing him to black out.
Hours later…
Jack woke to find lying in what appeared to be a tiny closet; he also discover that he had been lying on a huge pile of various objects which was threatening to force the door open.
I didn't know the ship's storage closet was this full, Jack thought as he pulled a drumstick out from under him. Our favorite pirate then pushed the door open and everything, himself included, fell out into the adjacent room.
Jack quickly discovered that he was not, in fact, aboard the Black Pearl; he was not on any ship. He saw that he was in someone's house; specifically, he was in someone's bedroom. There were a couple posters on the light blue walls, a drum set sat in the corner (though Jack didn't know what it was), and the shelves displayed pictures of a tall, lanky, blonde-haired boy. Jack also noticed that the aforementioned boy was sleeping in the bed.
"Where in hell am I?" Jack wondered aloud. The young man woke up drowsily, but became much more alert when he saw Jack.
"Who are you?" the boy asked, frightened; he grabbed a drumstick for protection from this stranger.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?" he informed the lad. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jonathan Duncan, but everyone calls me Jon or Johnny D."
A/N: I told you to expect the unexpected.