Drake walked around Piper, observing her tiny figure sceptically. "This is the one of the most powerful witches this world will ever see?" he snorted. "I do believe you're beginning to lose your touch, witch!" The old witch raised one eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"Excuse me?" said Piper. Not only did she look pissed off, but now she looked offended as well. "You two have a lot of explaining to do. Where the hell am I and how did I get here?"

"My apologies Miss Halliwell," said the old witch gracefully. "We've summoned you here because we need your help." She looked at Captain Drake expectantly.

"That's right," Drake added. "You see, my ship has become overrun by powerful demons that are reeking havoc across the Caribbean. I could really use your help before they endanger the lives of any more innocent people." He acted as sincere as he possibly could. Being a pirate for as long as he had had helped him to enhance his ability to lie convincingly.

Piper didn't know what to say. She knew that, as one of the Charmed Ones, it was her duty to help innocents and she couldn't just turn him down; no matter how pissed off she was from being pulled back into the past.

"How can I help?" Piper sighed. Drake smiled and motioned for Piper to sit at the table.

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"I can't believe she took off without us!" said Prue angrily as they descended the front steps into P3. "She couldn't wait, like, two more minutes?" Phoebe followed close behind Prue, desperately trying to keep up with her very agitated sister. "When I find her, I'm going to…"

"Prue!" Phoebe interrupted. "I'm sure she had a good reason for leaving. I mean, she booked Moby to perform tonight! She wanted to make sure everything was ready." Prue continued to move rapidly around the crowded club. "Look, there's Leo," said Phoebe. She pointed over to the alcove where the girls usually hung out.

Prue and Phoebe pulled Leo into the alcove and closed the curtain behind them. "Have you seen Piper?" Prue demanded hastily.

"No, she's not here yet," said Leo, stepping away from Prue. "I thought she was coming with you."

"Well, she was supposed to," Prue snapped. "But she took off without us." Both Phoebe and Leo looked worried. Leo closed his eyes and tried to focus enough to sense where Piper was. "So?" Prue inquired.

"I can't sense her," said Leo. "I'm going to go check with elders. Maybe they know what happened to her." Without waiting for confirmation from the girls, Leo orbed out of the alcove.

"See," said Phoebe matter-of-factly. "I told you she wouldn't take off without us." She crossed her arms and looked at her sister.

"Something's wrong," said Prue. "Why can't Leo sense her?" Prue began pacing back and forth. Phoebe grabbed Prue by the arm and forced her to stay in one spot.

"Leo's going to figure this out," said Phoebe calmly. "I'm sure she's fine."

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Piper hung over the stern of the small, wooden ship. She and Captain Drake had been coasting across the Caribbean for nearly two hours and Piper was definitely not the sea-faring type. Drake walked out of the ship's cabin and handed Piper a canteen of water. Piper looked up at him sheepishly and took the canteen.

"This is really embarrassing," Piper laughed self-consciously. "I'm really sorry. I usually do pretty well on boats."

"Don't worry about it," said Drake nonchalantly. He leaned against the railing beside Piper and looked out at the endless water around them. "Even the best sailors get sea sick." Piper smiled and took a swig of water from the canteen. Drake glanced at her; observing the clothing she was wearing. "People of your time wear very strange garments," he remarked.

"Right back at ya," Piper laughed. She handed him the canteen and combed her hair with her fingers. "So, how do you know where to find your ship? I'm pretty certain GPS wasn't around during the 1800s."

"GPS?" Drake asked with a hint of confusion.

"Yeah, never mind," said Piper.

"Right… Well, I overheard a few people talking about sightings of the Black Pearl back in Tortuga," he explained. "The Black Pearl is quite a famous ship. Everyone knows what it looks like and now that it's crewed by demons, it's become the topic of many discussions." Piper nodded.

"Look, I'm going to do what I can about these demons," said Piper. "But I don't usually vanquish demons on my own. I usually do this kind of thing with my sisters." Drake nodded. "I'll try my best though."

"What kind of powers do you possess?" Drake inquired. "How do you plan on destroying the demons?"

"Well, I can freeze things," replied Piper. "And blow things up."

"Very impressive," said Drake. "I'm sure you will do well with powers of that calibre." His gaze moved from Piper to a figure behind her. Piper frowned and spun around to see what he was looking at. "There she is," said Drake. "The Black Pearl."

Off in the distance, the solid Black Pearl floated gracefully across the ocean. Its torn, black sails billowed in the wind, along with the large, black flag displaying the traditional skull and cross bones symbol.

"The demons we're after are pirates?" Piper asked sceptically, looking back at Drake. He smiled innocently and shrugged.

"Apparently," he replied. He took her by the hand and led her to the where the lifeboat was hanging at the side of the ship. "We'll take the lifeboat the rest of the way," he explained. "We're less likely to get noticed." Piper nodded and allowed him to assist her into the boat. She stared nervously at the Black Pearl as Drake began rowing the boat toward it. She had no idea what she would be getting herself into and was feeling uncertain that she could take on a ship full of demons on her own.

It was quite dark by the time they reached the Black Pearl, which helped them to stay out of sight. Drake grabbed on to the Black Pearl and tied it to the ratline, which he then ascended with Piper close behind. Drake peered over the side of the boat. He could see Barbossa's crew working hard to keep the ship sailing. Those touched by the moonlight were immediately revealed as rotting skeletons; a symptom of the curse placed upon them.

"The tales are true," Drake whispered to himself in disbelief.

"What?" Piper whispered. She tried to avoid looking down at the black water below.

"Uh, nothing," replied Drake. "We've got to do this quickly. Are you ready?"

"Uh huh," Piper replied uncertainly. The two of them climbed aboard the deck of the ship. Piper stood in shock as an un-dead crew of pirates began making their way towards her. She threw up her hands to freeze them, but her powers didn't seem to have any effect on them. Even her explosion power failed to have any effect.

"Do something!" Drake demanded.

"I'm trying!" Piper snapped. She continued to throw her hands out in an attempt to use her powers, but nothing was working. Drake turned and leapt off of the ship and into the water below to escape the crew. He untied the lifeboat and quickly began rowing back toward his ship. Piper's jaw dropped as she watched him cower away from the Black Pearl. Piper looked back at the crew, which was completely surrounding her. Either she was going to get attacked or she was going to have to jump off the ship. She covered her face with her hands and tried to convince herself that she was in the middle of a nightmare.

There were shouts from the crew and Piper could feel herself being lifted off of the deck. She didn't dare look, but she felt as though she were swinging through the air. She landed back on her feet and allowed herself to peek through her fingers.

"Quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into, lass," said a very scruffy looking pirate. "I'd get into the pleasantries, but we need to get off this ship, savvy?" Piper nodded. The pirate took her by the hand and pulled her along. They ran to the stern of the boat and leapt off of the railing into the water below.

Piper protruded from the water and gasped for breath. She turned around to find the pirate pulling himself into his own lifeboat. He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her in with him.

"Name's Sparrow. Jack Sparrow," said the pirate. "Captain of the Black Pearl; temporarily without a ship as luck would have it." He flashed her a flirtatious smile and continued to row the small lifeboat toward another ship; slightly smaller than that of Captain Drake's. "What is a bonny lass like yourself doing on the Black Pearl with one Captain Edward Drake?"

"I was trying to help him get his ship back," replied Piper. "But my pow… um, I wasn't able to help much."

"The Black Pearl?" Jack laughed. "Drake's ship? Not bloody likely. The Black Pearl was bestowed to me by a close acquaintance under intensely unusual circumstances, but has since been commandeered by one Captain Hector Barbossa and my former crew."

"O…k…" said Piper, slightly confused. "So, I suppose you want my help to."

"Wouldn't dream of it, mate," replied Jack. "The Black Pearl is no place for a lady." Piper rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I need to get home," she groaned quietly to herself.