All right, this is my first ever crossover story. I've wanted to do a "Pirates of the Caribbean"/"Charmed" crossover for a long time and I've finally thought out a plot. I'll try to keep the personalities as true to the actual characters as possible, but I apologise if I don't get them exact. I'm looking forward to introducing Jack. His character should be fun to write dialogue for.

Ok, before I start the story… We are set in season two.

Piper and Leo are married.

Phoebe and Cole are dating.

Prue is single and working at 415.

In the 17th century:

Jack Sparrow has just escaped from the island where Barbossa had left him to die.

Barbossa and the damned reside on the Black Pearl

I'm not sure if I'm going to be adding William or Elizabeth into the story, but that's not for sure yet.

Without further ado… Enjoy the story. Feel free to review or leave constructive criticisms.

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17th Century – Tortuga

Accordion music and fits of drunken laughter filled the crowded pub on the island of Tortuga. One man, unkempt and reeking with the stench of stale rum and body odour, pushed his way through the crowd and moved, inconspicuously, into a back room.

The room was dimly lit by five white candles, which were situated around a small round table. A frail figure sat, unmoving, behind the table. The man moved further into the room and sat on the opposite side of the table. The witch across from him looked up and smiled.

"I've been expecting you," said the old witch in a quiet, raspy voice.

"Spare me," Captain Edward Drake scoffed. He crossed his arms and rested his feet on a nearby crate. "And I suppose you know why I've come to you."

"So cynical and yet so desperate for my help," the witch quipped. Her smile faded and she stared into Drake's eyes. "My assistance comes at a price." Drake rolled his eyes and dropped his payment on the table, letting them scatter aimlessly around the table. The witch ran both of her hands along the table, gathering all of the coins and pulling them toward herself.

"You desire a ship," the witch hissed. "But not just any ship."

"The Black Pearl," Drake sneered maliciously. "The unstoppable ship crewed by the damned."

"The ship you desire will not come easy," warned the witch. "You will require a great deal of power that only one person can supply."

"Tell me the name of this person," Drake demanded. "And where he can be located."

The witch sat silently, grinning intently at Captain Drake. He had no idea what trials lie ahead, the trials that she had foreseen long before he had entered her domicile. She raised her hands into the air to create a dramatic effect.

"Are you willing to delve further into the craft, Mr. Drake?" she inquired. "To manipulate time and challenge the minions of the devil?"

"You're being a mite over-dramatic, don't you think," Drake chortled.

"Well, if you're not up to it…" said the witch. She leaned back against her chair and shrugged. Drake glared at her and leaned forward.

"What must I do then?" he snarled.

"You must call upon a witch," the witch replied softly. "This be a very powerful witch. A witch with more powers than any other witch will ever possess."

"Where do I find this witch?" Drake asked expectantly. His toothy grin glinted eerily in the candlelight.

"The witch you require is not to be born until the year 1973," replied the witch. "And does not receive her powers until the year 1998." Drake sat back, seeming defeated. "Not to worry," said the witch. "I am able to pull her out of her time and bring her here, but it will be up to you to collect the ingredients I need to create the required potion."

"I'm listening," said Drake. The witch slid a piece of parchment across the table. On it, were six ingredients needed for her potion. Drake stood up quietly, slipped the parchment into his pocket, and left the witch's domicile.

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Year 2000 – San Francisco

Piper moved rapidly around P3, trying to make sure everything was prepared for Moby, who was to perform in a few hours. She knew everything was ready, but it was in her nature to double- and triple-check things. Leo sat on a stool, leaning against the bar, watching as his wife stared at her list of things to do.

"All right," Piper sighed. "The bar is stocked, dishes are washed, sound check has been done, stage and lighting are ready, all of the staff can work tonight…" She was beginning to pace as she read through her list. Leo slid off of the stool he was sitting on and grabbed Piper by her shoulders.

"Piper," he said, trying not to laugh. "Everything is ready, now will you calm down. You need to take a break before the club opens."

"I know," said Piper. She placed her list on the bar and wrapped her arms around Leo. "I just want everything to be…"

"Perfect," Leo interrupted, finishing her sentence for her. "And it will be. I promise." Piper smiled and looked up at Leo. "Do you want to go and grab something to eat?"

"I thought you would never ask," Leo grinned. The two of them walked outside and drove away in Piper's Jeep. "There's that new sushi bar," Leo suggested. "Do you want to go there?"

"Sure," replied Piper. "Phoebe's been raving about that place for days. It sounds really good." As she slowed to a stop at an intersection, she felt a wave of light-headedness. Leo frowned and looked over at her.

"Are you ok?" he asked with a tone of concern in his voice.

"Uh, yeah," replied Piper. "That was weird." She shook it off and continued driving toward the sushi bar.

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The witch tossed the last few ingredients into her potion pot and watched as it exploded in a puff of green smoke. Drake stood off to the side with his arms crossed and watched as the witch began chanting an incantation.

"How much longer?" he groaned impatiently. "This had better work." The witch glared at him with aggravation.

"I am almost finished," said the witch through clenched teeth. "But I cannot complete the spell if you keep interrupting me." Drake rolled his eyes and heaved an irritated sigh. The witch closed her eyes and resumed chanting.

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"Come on, we're going to be late!" Piper shouted from the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed the railing of the staircase to keep from falling over as she was caught off-guard by another wave of light-headedness. "What the hell is happening to me?" she asked herself aloud. She stared down at her hands, which were beginning to look transparent. Shocked, she stepped back and stared as her hands went from transparent to completely invisible.

"We're coming!" Prue shouted from upstairs. Piper could hear her sisters moving upstairs. She continued to watch in horror as her feet and legs disappeared, along with the rest of her arms. By the time Prue and Phoebe had wandered downstairs, Piper had completely disappeared.

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Piper reappeared in the witch's dank domicile. Her mouth dropped open and she stared, completely confused, at Drake and the old witch. Drake gave the witch a smile of approval.

"I misjudged you witch," said Drake. The witch smiled back at him, then looked back at Piper with a satisfied grin spread across her face. Piper moved her gaze from Drake to the witch, completely speechless.