A/N: so this is pretty the pirates of the caribbean with poto characters. this will also involve element of the alw musical, kay's phantom and leroux original story.

many poto characters will be replacing potc charaters. obivously, erik is the jack sparrow of the story. christine will be will turner (who is actually in this story, only called william brown, and is actually the blacksmith's son). raoul will be a mix of norrignton with all the idiocy of will turner and elizabeth combind. the other poto characters will appear in due time (i hope you love andre and firman when they appear!) some potc characters will be in this, (like i said will is) cotton (cause he's so cool) and mr. brown and the governor.

this is following the storyline of potc, but with changes to make it more potoish and to fit my intentions for the story. i am sorry if anyone doesn't like that.

so, disclaimers: i really own nothing this time. all characters are property of leroux, kay, webber and bruckheimer or whoever owns potc.

oh yeah, all charaters are based on movie potrayels. all lines i use from potc (you'll reconize them)are not mine and imake no claim to them and will not say they are my original creation. they are credited to the scriptwriters.

on with the story

The Phantom of the Caribbean

Prologue

The wind was blowing fiercely and the fog was so thick that it could have been cut with a knife. Everyone aboard the ship was tense and rather jumpy, especially Mr. Khan. After all, he knew there were pirates sailing these waters. "Horrible pirates trailing this ship," he told anyone who would listen, which happened to only be his charge, little Christine Daae.

Now standing alone on the deck, Christine tried in vain to peer into the fog. She imagined swashbuckling, bloodthirsty pirates coming out of that fog, swords held aloft and ready to gut whoever was in the way. Christine shivered and pulled her shawl more tightly around herself. Mr. Khan's stories were really starting to spook her. To calm her racing nerves, Christine sang a little ditty she had learned from hanging around the wharfs in London.

"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up-"

Christine gasped and stopped singing when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she looked right into the face of Mr. Khan, wrinkled and tan with two jade eyes glaring at her. Christine always felt a bit uneasy around this man, even though she trusted him with her life. Or at least her mother did. Christine always felt there was something this man was hiding. She was forbidden from revealing her surname to this man, calling herself Turner.

"What in the blazes do yer think yer doin'?" he said in his cockney accent. "Doncha' know that cursed pirates sail these water. Don' wanna bring them down on us do ya?"

Before Christine could answer, Admiral Philippe de Changy appeared with his younger brother Raoul. Besides her and Raoul, the only other child on broad was the governor's daughter, the insufferable Carlotta. The girls became enemies the first day they met because Raoul paid more attention to her than Carlotta.

"Mr. Khan, I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop scaring your charge, whom I may reminded you as only been granted passage due to your position on this ship as a sailor" the admiral stated in his usual monotone air of indifference. Though Christine suspected he was genuinely concerned for herself, as he knew her mother had just passed away. He and his brother both knew what that was like.

"She was singin' about pirates, Sir. Bad luck to be singing about pirates in this unnatural fog, mark my words," Mr. Khan looked at Christine as he said this, warning her with a glare

"Consider them marked. You are needed in the galley, be on your way Khan."

"Aye sir," Mr. Khan walked off, but Christine was sure that she heard him say, "its also bad luck to have a woman on board, even a miniature one."

As soon as Mr. Khan was out of earshot, Christine turned to Admiral de Changy and said, "I think it would be rather fascinating to meet a pirate."

He looked at her then in that amused, patronizing look that adult fix upon children with when they say something adults find rather stupid. "Think again Miss Turner, they are among the vilest creatures that walk this planet. Lazy, bloodthirsty murderers, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that every pirate gets what he deserves, a short drop and a sudden stop."

Confused, Christine looked at Raoul for a meaning to his brother's words. He answered by pulling the collar of his shirt in the fashion of a noose. Horrified, Christine looked back to the ocean.

The admiral took that as his cue to leave. The girl seemed to value her time alone. He motioned to Raoul and walked off to oversee the goings on of the ship. Raoul waved goodbye and trailed after his brother.

Confident she was alone, Christine took out the pendant she wore on a chain, hidden underneath her gray mourning dress. The gold of the medallion shone even in the dulling fog, the skull design leering at her. What was this thing, this gift her father had sent her, telling her to guard it well? Christine had never met William Daae, nor had he ever acknowledged her or her mother's existence, so it was quite a shock when the necklace came to her on her tenth birthday. Perhaps she would someday know the mystery surrounding this medallion and her father.

Wait, what was that?

Christine could have sworn she saw a large black shape in the fog. Squinting, she strained to see through the fog and discover the mysterious object in the water. Suddenly, she caught sight of the most horrifying ship she had ever seen. A ship with black sails, full of holes. The ship looked more like a skeleton then something sturdy. Then she saw it. A flag, waving high above. A black flag with a skull and crossed swords.

Pirates!