This is the first collaborative fic between Danny Phantom SG-1 and Lady Charity! Strange thing is that Danny Phantom SG-1 likes war, gore, and Will, while Lady Charity likes moral dilemmas, love stories, and Jack! To make it short, this will definitely be a different sort of fic. Chapter One written by Lady Charity.

"Nice boat," smirked a balding sailor casting a fishing pole as Jack tied his tiny vessel to the dock.

"Nice hair," said Jack before inspecting his handiwork. "Oh confound it," he muttered as he pulled the whole knot loose and watched his boat bob freely in the water. It wasn't like anyone was going to commandeer this particular transport. All in all, he was disappointed with this boat of his, the one he had so fondly dubbed The White Pearl in tar-black letters on its side. He had hoped to arrive on the island where immortality lay, but with a boat that had a sail the length of Giselle's bar dress, it proved too difficult. At any rate, the natives surely would have died laughing at Captain Jack Sparrow and his miniature ship.

Jack flexed his fingers and looked around impressively. What Jack Sparrow couldn't get, he 'borrowed.' What he needed was another ship, one that would proudly bear its captain with great esteem and majesty. "Surprise me!" he murmured, turning around and gazing out at the dock for any potential candidates.

What greeted his eyes were not handsome, trusty ships with masts and sails billowing in the wind, but cruise ships at every turn, all gleaming with names like "The Merry Maiden" or "The Princess of the Sea." Jack's eyebrows shot down in confusion as he scurried from one vessel to another, knocking his fist on it and hearing not wood, but shiny metal. He even found himself near a shrimp-boat.

"Shrimp boat?" he muttered to himself, running his tongue across his gold teeth. "Who needs a shrimp boat when you could use a fishing boat?" He turned to his right, only to see one. "Oh."

In the midst of so many unusable vessels, Jack began to feel quite small. What was a pirate without a proper ship? "What has civilization done to this bloody world?" he wondered aloud, scaring a few children nearby who ran to hide behind their mothers' aprons. "Oh well, I can always find another—"

There was a time that a pirate was free to make his own way in the world. But our time is comin' to an end.

Jack froze as the whispered words rose unbidden into his head like venom seeping through his skull. He spun around, half expecting to find a barmy, old man grinning at him through crooked teeth, but only a seagull eyed him beadily.

"Was that you, mate?" he asked nervously. The bird squawked once and fluttered away. "Didn't think so."

Hearing things again. Well, it wasn't any worse than seeing multiple Jacks around the place. He hadn't worried too much about the hallucinations; rum cured that. No doubt it would cure voices too.

Our time is comin' to an end.

The sentence floated into his mind again. Society had brought the worst out of a pirate, like decency and rigorous morals. The way things were going, there might not be pirates. "Except me," said Jack comfortingly to himself. And that was all that matters.

But what if there were no pirates? What would the use of immortality be without beautiful riches and treasure taken by a crew under his command? And without a crew…

"I wouldn't be Captain Jack Sparrow," he murmured, suddenly realizing the absolute seriousness of his plight. His heart skipped a few beats.

…to an end…

Wait. He wasn't hearing voices. He had heard this voice and this warning before. It was also the same voice that had ordered the crew to drop him off on a 'godforsaken spit of land' years ago.

"Oh no. Not him. Barbossa stole my ship. Twice. I don't need answers from him."

Disturbed, he groped into his pocket and managed to pull out his compass, waterlogged and dropped many a time, but still absolutely accurate. Opening it, he watched the little arrow spin around for dramatic effect, as if laughing at his worries, before pointing to the East. Which was opposite of the island where the Fountain of Youth was nestled.

He squinted his eyes at the watery horizon. It was time to pay a friendly visit to his mutiny-loving, monkey-doting 'friend.' Sighing, he turned around. He was going to need his boat back.

The boat that had, to his luck, drifted just out of his reach during the time past.

"Oh bugger."

Thanks for reading chapter one, written by Lady Charity! Next chappie is by Danny Phantom SG-1, with the beloved Will. Please review. It makes us happy, therefore making a happier world.