Author's Note: This is my first POTC story, but it is not my first attempt to write one! I have spent my time (many times) writing a good POTC: II but I can never find the right way to include Jack, Elizabeth, and Will at the same time, so after thinking I about the ride, I hatched an idea: Write a story pertaining to the ride! So, after watching and listening to the ride online (I rode it just sixth months ago at Disneyland), I began to write a story pertaining to the ride. I will continue with maybe Four Parts to be in it. Thanks! Oh, and I have woven some names from the movie into this, so, ye be gettin' the idea, don't ye be? (sorry).

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Ride Dialogue or Character names. I do in fact own Brawl and Yoark, two characters that I made up. The characters Charles Gibbs, Ned Low, Sir Henry Mainwaring, and Sir Francis Verney belong to Disney (Those characters are at the beginning hallway of the ride).

Summary: The Crew of The Laffite II set to sail out into Caribbean waters. As they move along, greed strikes into the hearts of many. The Captain, Charles Gibbs, heeds the warning of "Dead Men Tell No Tales!" but his crew is not so daft to listen to that warning. As they make their way through the towns in the Caribbean, they see plundering pirates making their way to steal the gold of the town. Will The Laffite make it?

Pirates of the Caribbean

The Ride

Volume 1: Salty Seas

Nighttime, a most peaceful time in the Caribbean. Clouds slowly dissolve past a glowing white moon. The quiet waters rush through the rivers, making their way to the ocean. At this time of night, Laffite's Landing is usually quiet, but tonight was an exception. The crew of The Laffite II was busy loading the boats. Each crew member whistled as they went around the port.

"Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads…,"sang Captain Charles Gibbs, a gleeful look upon his face. He held over his back a large bag that read: CARGO. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he was taking it to the boats anyways. Throughout the large port, lanterns hung from the ceiling. The small carrier boats that remained in the rushing waters were small, but they would suffice the journey The Laffite II was about to take. As he walked down the port, he saw Sir Frances Verney, a tall French newcomer, drinking a glass of red liquid. "Oi'! Sir Verney! What you be doin' out here…drinkin' yer 'eart out?" Gibbs asked. Verney looked at the captain and then hiccupped.

"'scuse me, Captain! I was just wondering why you all speak as if you are bloody pirates!" he growled. Gibbs laughed and put his hands to his sides.

"You not be knowin' where I be comin' from, Sir Verney!" he replied, a smile upon his wide face. Frances smiled and turned around, draining his cup and hiccupping louder than last time. Gibbs shook his head. He walked up to his first mate, Henry Mainwaring, and grinned.

"Oi, 'enry! What ye be doin?" he asked curiously. Henry turned. He placed the lid upon the bottle he held.

"Hello, Captain Gibbs! I was just making sure that everything was in order!" he announced. Gibbs nodded his head.

"Oh Aye, 'enry! With a bottle o' rum in yer 'ands?" he asked. Henry grinned and placed the bottle in his belt.

"You need not know why I have a bottle of rum!" he replied happily. Gibbs rolled his eyes and jabbed his elbow into the man's side.

"Ye be feisty, Mainwaring! That's what I be knowin'!" he growled. The two walked down the port to see Ned Low throwing three barrels into the small boats. He turned and smiled.

"Captain Gibbs! We are to leave for the caves in two minutes! Two minutes!" he repeated. Gibbs nodded and turned to Henry.

"If there be one thing I be knowin', it be that a crew under the right power is a right crew! Right?" he said gruffly.

"Right" Henry replied uneasily. The two turned and walked toward the boats. A third of the crew had boarded the back portion of the transportation. All of the ships were tied together by chains. In the very back, the provisions were there in barrels or sacks. Gibbs didn't know why they needed provisions, but Henry and the whole crew insisted that the action took place. Ned walked up to Gibbs again.

"Sir, last boarding of the, erm, rather small boats!" he said. Gibbs turned, a smile curling upon his mouth again. As he walked toward them, he was assured that they were indeed small, but they did the job. Two minutes later, they were off. Laffite's Landing went out of view as darkness approached. Some of the crew bustled and hissed as the boats went, but others just sat in silence. Henry and Frances sat next to each other, and behind them were Brawl, a grungy looking man, and Yoark, a squat sailor.

"Did ye 'ear the news, Yoark?" Brawl asked eagerly. Yoark turned, a toothy grin upon his face.

"Aye, Brawl! I be hearin' all the news that pass through these waters! You know, I be believin' the news!" he replied. Brawl smiled and chuckled.

"You be rights, me matey! Just back at The Faithful Bride last night, I heard that old peach, Doris, talkin' about how these waters have been scarred by the many eyes and ears of those who travel through! Oh, Doris. What a peach!" he sighed. Henry rolled his eyes and turned to Frances.

"Rugged ones, they are!" he said. Frances hiccupped again and smiled.

"You're right, mate! They all talk like those wretched pirates!" he laughed at the thought. Behind, Yoark growled at Brawl.

"Keep on topic, ye swab! I be wantin' to 'ear of these waters!" he said hoarsely. Brawl rolled his eyes.

"I be not wantin' to be makin' old conversation of water! I aint thirsty! Anways, to not stray off topic, I be hearin' of gold! Treasures of mighty captains old!" he said, a hazy look coming over his face. Yoark cupped a hand over Brawls' mouth.

"Shh!" he hissed. "There be noise ahead!" the man told him. Brawl's ears went wide and he heard the chirruping of grasshoppers. Up ahead in the front boat, Gibbs held a finger to his lips.

"We be approachin' a bayou! Everyone, stay calm! We wouldn't want to be wakin' the gators!" he said. The crew went quiet as the boats cut out of the darkness. Brawl pointed ahead as lights came on. The Laffite II crew saw light, and then a blue haze in the distance. Up ahead was a cabin surrounded by grass and shrub.

"Oi!" Brawl yelled. "Try to spot the gators!" he said to Yoark. Henry and Frances looked astonished as they approached the cabin. A man sat there, playing a banjo. The way his fingers strummed the tune let off an eerie feeling to the crew.

"Shh!" Gibbs hissed. The banjo strummed on, going along with the grasshopper's songs. The man who played the banjo was in a rocking chair. A light was lit in the cabin window.

"Hey!" whistled Gibbs. The man kept to rocking back and forth. "Hey, you!" he repeated. Brawl chuckled as Gibbs picked up a stone and threw it at the cabin, nearly missing the man. He just kept rocking back and forth. Brawl sighed.

"What did I tell ye, Yoark? These be enchanted waters we sail in! ENCHANTED!" he yelled. The man strummed the tune the same as before. Gibbs shrugged his shoulders as the crew began to peddle again. They were approaching the first part of their destination: The caves.

"And now, we are getting somewhere!" Henry said. Frances nodded his head.

"You be right, Sir Mainwaring!" he replied. The chirruping and banjo noises swam away as a new sound hit their ears: rushing water, and a deep voice.

"Ye come seeking adventure in salty old pirates, eh?"

Author's Note: I will continue as soon as possible! I did post this on the POTC: COTBP boards on IMDB. I am trying as hard as I can to keep to the ride...I haven't been on it since June...but I listen to it on a CD and watch the video of it at ....really cool! Reviews, if you want to!