Chapter two of my Disney crossover story. This one will be long and I've figured out some crossover pairs I want. Here goes. Oh and I own nothing at all! P.S. this chapter has mature references and some keep in mind that this story is T-RATED. If I ruin anyone's Disney characters then I warned you.
Thunder crackled and lightning illuminated the sky. Water, as savage as a tiger, sloshed around a ship like it was a toy in a bathtub. Rough waves battered and broke the sails and walls of this vessel, and the sailors inboard struggled to get out of harm's way.
"Sail onward!" Captain Sinbad yelled to his wet and tired men. Two sailors, Dimitri and Tulio, rushed to try to set up what little sails they had left. John Smith, another sailor, took the boat's helm. Sinbad sheilded his eyes to focus on his sailors gripping the edges of the ship, at the mercy of Mother Nature herself. Sinbad hoped that a town was nearby. The ship was supposed to restock supplies and they had been reaching a port right before the storm struck.
"Captain, I think we're going under!" Flynn Rider yelled to Sinbad, he and another sailor, Aladdin, trying to get hold of the ship's cargo.
"Save the women on board!" Sinbad yelled. Their ship carried men as sailors, but carried two women: Kida, the doctor; and Jane the nurse. Jane and Kida were running out from the cabin with one of the crew, Eric.
"Get them in the lifeboats!" Sinbad called hoarsely, his voice straining to be heard above the wind. Jane ducked her head against the beating rain, Kida standing straight upward and looking a bit irritated to seem helpless.
Miguel and Gaston, two more members of the crew, stuggled to unload the lifeboats. To their dismay, they had been crushed. Sinbad worried for his crew's safety more than ever now.
"There's demolished, Captain," John Smith yelled as Miguel held planks of wood in his hands. Sinbad groaned. There was really nothing they could do. The ship was filling with water, fast. The whole thing was falling apart, and Sinbad couldn't do anything.
Once the boat was completely submerged, she sunk. His crew let out cries and clutched at floating wood once the boat was gone, and Sinbad reached out for Jane, who didn't know how to swim, but he never reached her. Instead he was shoved farther away by a wave.
"Captain!" Dimitri's yell was the last thing Sinbad heard before it all faded to black.
"This weather slowing down?" Jasmine strolled into her living room. Her housemates Odette and Merida were sitting there. The three of them, plus their other housemate Kuzco, shared a house.
"Nope," Odette said, never looking up and flipping a page in a magazine.
"Shoot, I really wanted to go for frozen yogurt," Jasmine huffed, grabbing a pillow off the couch and hugging it against her chest, tucking her legs underneath her.
"At this time?" Merida asked in her thick Scottish accent, looking up from her iPhone. "It's freezing!"
"That's not surprising," Odette said, still reading.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Jasmine asked with the tone of someone who already knew, straightening her legs and crossing her arms.
"I said nothing," Odette said sweetly, turning another page.
"Are you saying I'm fat?" Jasmine yelled, standing up with the air of a queen.
"Hey, you said it, not me," Odette said with a shrug. Merida groaned. This was routine by now.
"When I get my hands on you, Odette, I swear to Allah I'll..."
"She didn't mean it!" Merida interrupted Jasmine.
"Oh, I never said that," Odette said, and Jasmine lunged for her to only be restrained by Merida's arms.
"You know what Odette? You can take your smart-aleck comments and shove them right up your..." Jasmine started.
"Shut uuup!" Kuzco sing-songed, interrupting Jasmine and sticking his head into the living room. "Guys, I'm getting my beauty sleep here."
"Great. Tell us when it starts workin'," Merida giggled. Kuzco flipped her off and joined an annoyed Jasmine on the couch.
"Kuzco! Let's go get yogurt," Jasmine said, batting her eyes at him.
"No way. I might lose this hourglass figure," Kuzco said, skimming his hands down his body. Merida shoved him off the couch.
"What if it's fat free?" Jasmine asked.
"It's raining outside. Hard. And there's lightning," Odette said, in a you're-so-dumb voice. Jasmine scowled and slunk in her seat. Kuzco stood up, dusting himself off.
"Maybe later Jasmine," Kuzco said. "I told Chel I'd call her." Kuzco smiled at the thought of his girlfriend and Odette snorted.
"You have something to say, Odette?" Jasmine asked. Merida looked ready to kill them both. Kuzco rolled his eyes and left the room.
"You know how Kuzco is with Chel," Jasmine said. "He deosn't like to talk about her."
"Oh, he likes to talk about her," Odette giggled. "But they don't do much talking, if you get my drift."
"Will both of you just be quiet?" Merida complained. "How can a girl get some peace in here?" Jasmine and Odette avoided the other's eyes and continued doing their own things.
Esmeralda slid on her skin-tight long dress and applied some makeup. She always lied to her friends about where she went each night because she was ashamed to tell them where she "worked". Tonight was no exception.
"Hey guys I'm leaving," Esmeralda said, flashing her roomates Belle and Anya a smile. The two girls where sitting at the kitchen tables, surrounded with papers and books.
"Esmeralda, we have a midterm tomorrow," Belle said, never looking up from her book.
"I know..." Esmeralda said faintly.
"You're going out with Phoebus again?" Anya said, raising an eyebrow at Esmeralda's provacative clothing. Esmeralda self-conciously put her jacket on.
"No, not exactly, I'm dating someone else," Esmeralda said. Her previous relationship with Phoebus wasn't too good, because he saw her at the strip club she performed at. Then he broke up with her immediately afterward.
"Really? Who?" Anya leaned her head on her hands. Esmeralda gulped.
"I'll tell you if it works out," she said with a nervous little laugh. "Bye!" She speed out of the apartment as fast as she could, and went outside the buliding complex where a fellow stripper, Holli Would, was waiting to pick her up.
"Bout time," Holli said, letting out a puff of smoke and putting the lit cigarette back to her mouth.
"Sorry to make you wait Holli, but my friends wanted an explanation," Esmeralda said apolegetically. Holli made no move to her car and continued huffing away at her cigar.
"You should come clean sweetie, you're in the business for good," Holli said, offering a cigarette to Esmeralda, who shook her head as politely as she could. Esmeralda didn't understand why Holli liked smoking, it was so vile.
"I'm going somewhere after college, okay?" Esmeralda said defensively. Holli extinguished her cigarette on her leg.
"Sure. Come on, let's go," Holli said, walking in a strut and enjoying the doorman's stare. Esmeralda groaned. Of all the dancers, Holli dressed the sluttiest. She was usually the most requested act. Tonight she was wearing a revealing strapless leotard thing, with a short little skirt. Esmeralda couldn't bring herself to dress like that.
"And let's enjoy this fine profession while we can," Holli said, opening her door. Esmeralda got into the passenger seat.
"I don't know if I enjoy it.." she muttered. Holli drank straight from a flask of whiskey she had in the glove compartment.
"No law that says you have to," Holli said. She drove in a strange, jerky way, and she almost ran over a jogger.
"Holli!" Esmeralda gasped.
"Relax, I didn't hit him," Holli said, and winked at her almost-victim. Esmeralda groaned. Holli pulled up around the back of the strip club and parked. Esmeralda exhaled at last. Holli's car had smelled of nicotine and she'd been trying to hold her breath. She followed Holli through the pack doors to the dressing room of the club.
"Look what the cat dragged in," A breathy, seductive voice taunted as Holli and Esmeralda entered. Holli grinned snarkily at the owner of the voice, Jessica Rabbit, who was as busty as Holli and just as mischievous.
"Oh shut up bitch," Holli said, and smacked Jessica's butt. Esmeralda shoved past them and tried to hide in a corner while she applied makeup.
"Hiding out here Esmeralda?" Meg, the skinny girl with serious cleavage, found her hiding spot.
"Of course not," Esmeralda faked a laugh.
"Then hurry up cause we're on," Meg sing-songed. Another girl, Chel, joined them.
"Guys, can someone tie me?" she asked, holding out her skirt edge. Meg tied her and Esmeralda picked up her makeup bag to put it in her locker.
"You ready girls?" Chel asked, winking and standing in front of the stage curtain. Meg walked behind her, swaying her hips in a rhythm. Esmeralda forced a smile on her face and followed the two girls to the stage.
Belle and her friend Milo Thatch were walking to the far end of the beach, and Belle was reading a book and half-listening to Milo's theory about Atlantis.
"It's out there, Belle, I know it is!" Milo said excitedly. "Ruins where found under the sea in the location where Atlantis..." Belle looked up from her book, holding up a hand to silence Milo. She heard a low noise coming from a few yards away.
"Belle, what.." Milo started, but Belle put a finger to his lips. The noise sounded again, a low moan. Belle walked around a log blocking the way to the noise, and Milo followed her.
"Oh!" Belle gasped at the sight she saw. Milo rushed to her side and was just as dumbstruck: There were bodies littered all over the shore.
"Are they?" Milo said timidly. Belle rushed to the side of one of the bodies, listened to his chest, and gave a sigh of relief.
"He's breathing!" she said. Milo poked the guy in the face. He started coming to.
"Where..." the man coughed. Belle fumbled in the bag she was carrying and put her water bottle to the man's lips. Some spilled over the man's face, but most of it he drank.
"Don't talk till you're better," she instructed. Milo smiled, it was Belle's natural instinct to take care of wounded people. She was that kind of motherly person.
"Milo, do you think you could check if there's any more survivors?" Belle asked, cradling the man's head in her lap. Milo nodded and poked another nearby man in the stomach.
"Where am I?" the man Belle was holding asked. He lifted his head, blond hair falling around his face.
"You're at Walt Disney," Belle said soothingly. "A little town off the coast."
"How did we get here?" the man asked, trying to sit up. Belle helped him sit up.
"What do you mean we?" she asked. The man took in the scene around him.
"Oh my god!" the man said, falling backward. "We're all here! Even Sinbad!" Belle caught him by the arm.
"Can you walk?" she asked, standing to her feet but not letting go of his hand.
"I don't know," he said, and stood with a bit of difficulty with Belle's help.
"What's your name?" she asked, steadying him.
"John Smith. I'm part of the crew on The Scavenger," he said, clutching Belle's arm.
"I'm Belle, and that's my friend Milo," Belle said. Milo was at the moment poking a guy in the face. "Milo!"
"What?" he said defensively, putting his hands in the air.
"Dimitri won't mind," John laughed, looking at the man Milo was poking.
"So what's your story?" Belle asked. "What do you mean we're all here?" Milo chuckled.
"That's Belle for you. She always wants to hear a new story," Milo said. "She's a novelist you know."
"I'm not published Milo, it's a hobby," Belle laughed. Milo gave her a knowing look.
"Sounds fascinating," John said with a smile.
"So what happened?" Belle asked, and John sobered.
"There was a storm," he remembered. "The ship went under and for a second we thought we'd lost Sinbad, our captain. That's all I remember."
"No wonder, you've all been caught in a shipwreck," Milo said. He started dialing 911.
"We'd better get you to a doctor, you might be hurt," Belle said. John walked over to a limp girl on the sand.
"The Scavenger had a doctor. She's Kida," John said, touching the girl's face. "I hope she's okay. I hope they're all okay." He seemed to be getting a little emotional right now, so Belle focused on Milo talking into his phone.
"They're on their way." Milo said, hanging up. John sat down on the sand again and buried his head in his hand.
"This is all my fault. I shouldn't have told Sinbad to keep sailing even though it was sure storm warnings," he said. Then he observed the beach. "I feel like I've been here before. But I don't remember." Belle turned to the sounds of fire trucks in the distance and let out a sigh. John must be losing his memory.
"Maybe later you can tell me your story," she said.
Ariel was with Adella and Alana in their room. Triton had left somewhere, and Ariel didn't really care where he was, it left him out of her business for a bit.
"Let's do something fun!" Ariel said, jumping up on the bed matress.
"There's not much to do," Alana said, fixing her hair and watching Pretty Little Liars at the same time.
"We could always just go flirt with boys in the lobby," Adella suggested.
"Is that all you think about?" Alana said, disgusted. Adella shrugged.
"I mean things we don't always do at home," Ariel said. "To get the hotel experience!"
"Hotel experience?" Adella snorted.
"There's not much to do in a hotel," Alana repeated. "Unless you're up for spas, the pool or room service. And we can't do the first two without getting dad's permission first."
"Then let's call room service!" Ariel said, grabbing the phone off the nightstand.
"Order me fries," Adella said.
"Seriously? You're calling room service?" Alana said and Ariel grinned.
"Hello?" Ariel said. "Yes. I would like three orders of fries to room 24A please."
"I never said I wanted some! Think of the oil and fat, they'll totally make you break out!" Alana said. Ariel ignored her.
"Thank you!" Ariel said and hung up.
"Now you can say you've ordered food to your room," Adella said. "Now let's go boy-hunting."
"We need to wait for it," Ariel pointed out. "And that's more of your thing." Adella pouted and a knock sounded on the door.
"Room service!" someone called, and Ariel giggled with excitement. Adella and Alana exchanged she's-so-crazy looks. Ariel opened the door.
"Three orders of fries for room 24A?" the person said carrying a tray into the room but stopped when he saw Ariel. "Oh no."
"Hi Jim!" Ariel said giddily.
"Hi," Jim mumbled, setting down the fries on the counter. "Well, if that's all..."
"Who is this?" Adella said, flipping her hair and winking at Jim. Jim groaned.
"This is Jim Hawkins, he works here," Ariel said. "I met him yesterday."
"Yeah, whatever," Jim said. "Is that all?"
"I never gave you my name," Ariel said, ignoring Jim's words. "I'm Ariel." She stuck out her hand to Jim.
"I never asked," he muttered to himself but shook Ariel's hand, knowing that his mother wouldn't be too happy if he was impolite to the guests.
"These are two of my sisters, Adella and Alana," Ariel said.
"That's great," Jim said, faking a smile. "I need to go now, so.."
"Are you single?" Adella interrupted.
"I really have to go," Jim said, inching towards the door. "Enjoy your stay at The Benbow Inn." He opened the door and practically ran out.
"Did I say something?" Adella asked her sisters.
"Cinderella!" One of the Benbow Inn's maids, Snow White, called her attention from down the hallway.
"Good morning Snow White, how are you?" Cinderella asked sweetly.
"Doing well, and you?" Snow White asked, rearranging the towels she had in her hands.
"Fine, thank you for asking," Cinderella said, doing a little curtsy. "So why did you call me?"
"Oh I hate to ask Cinderella, but could you possibly clean room 46D for me while I help Jim in the dining area?" Snow White asked, looking ashamed and hopeful.
"Of course, I just finished the rooms I was supposed to do," Cinderella said with a smile.
"You're an angel Cinderella!" Snow White said, throwing her arms around her. The towels fell from her grasp and the two girls giggled. Cinderella helped her pick them up and sent her on her way, obtaining the room key for 46D.
She found the room and knocked softly on the door.
"Hello? Cleaning!" she said. No answer, so Cinderella went ahead and unlocked the door. It was kept quite clean already, so Cinderella just started sweeping and humming to herself when the door opened abruptly.
"Oops," the person who interrupted Cinderella's cleaning said. "I didn't know the inn had maids."
"That's fine sir, I hope I didn't interrupt you," Cinderella said hastily. "I'll leave if you like."
"No, stay if you wish," the man said, glancing at her curiously. "My room is a mess." He smiled and Cinderella giggled, feeling a blush stain her cheeks. The man was very handsome and polite.
"You're name's Cinderella," the man said, reading her name tag. "It's a lovely name."
"Thank you," Cinderella flushed. "What is your name, sir?"
"John Rolfe," he said, giving a slight bow. "Delighted to meet your acquaintance." Cinderella giggled some more, his old-fashioned manners and mock humor appealing to her.
"I'll leave you to your cleaning," John Rolfe said, but not unkindly. "I hope to see you in the future Cinderella." He left the room, leaving Cinderella flustered, but in a good way.
"This is stupid," Mulan told her roommate Pocahantas. "I don't want to go on any of your blind dates."
"Mulan, I've never even met him. I need you there," Pocahantas begged. "Please just go out with his friend?" Mulan sighed.
"You know, you're going to owe me forever," she said. Pocahantas smiled and hugged her friend before starting to brush her hair.
"Remind me again why Meg set you up with him?" Mulan asked, watching Pocahantas apply eye makeup.
"She thinks I'm sad after John Smith broke it off with me," Pocahantas shrugged. "I don't even mind though. He's probably off somewhere on that ship he's First Mate on, never to come back to Walt Disney."
"Where is Meg anyway? I thought she was going on this date with you," Mulan pouted.
"Something came up I guess," Pocahantas shrugged, looking odd with her eyes wide open. She was applying mascara.
"And I have to?" Mulan groaned dramatically.
"You promised Mulan," Pocahantas said. "Are you going to go like that?" Mulan glanced down at her simple Chinese dress and unbrushed hair.
"Yes," she said firmly. Pocahantas shrugged again.
"Okay," she said, knowing not to push Mulan any more over the limit than she was already going to. Pocahantas grabbed her bag and coat to put over her tan fitted dress.
"Let's go to the car," Pocahantas said. Through the car ride, Mulan sulked at the thought of being embarrassed in front of a strange boy.
"Get that look off your face and smile!" Pocahantas said, parking in front of Tiana's Place, a trendy restaurant. Mulan stuck out her tongue like a child would and pasted a huge fake grin on her face. Pocahantas opened the door and Mulan opened the passenger side door, both of them entering the big double doors.
"Worst decision ever," Mulan muttered, half to herself.
"I heard that," Pocahantas said, walking to the woman at the front. "Reservations under Charming?"
"Right this way," the woman said, leading the two girls to a table. Two guys sat there, joking over drinks.
"Glad you could make it," the dark-haired one said, and his friend nodded.
"I'll leave you to choose your drinks," the woman said, "and your waitress will come shortly." She left and Mulan and Pocahantas awkwardly stood there.
"I'm Charming," the dark haired man said politely. "And you are?" Pocahantas breathed a slight sigh of relief that he broke the silence.
"I'm Pocahantas," she said, shaking his hand. "Meg couldn't make it, but I brought my friend Mulan."
"Omar," Charming's friend said, flipping his rocker style orange hair. Mulan resisted the urge to slap his cocky, confident face.
"Mulan," she said instead, grimacing a bit. Pocahantas and Charming had started talking about who knows what, and Mulan had no choice but to sit by Omar and listen to his talking on about rock bands.
"And my last girlfriend Angel and I had a band, but it didn't work out," Omar was saying. "Say, do you play anything?"
"No," Mulan said, bored. Pocahantas was laughing at something Charming said, so Mulan didn't want to bother her.
"Maybe you should," Omar said lazily. "I'm into rocker chicks. I'm not usually into Asians. They're weird." Mulan was angered. He had no right to be insulting her heritage. The waitress came with drinks. Mulan grabbed one.
"And I'm not into jerks," she said, and poured the drink over Omar's head. The waitress bugged her eyes.
"Mulan!" Pocahantas gasped.
"You little bitch!" Omar snarled, pushing wet hair out of his face. Mulan stood up and flounced out of the restaurant.
"I'm so sorry Omar!" Pocahantas said. "I had no idea she'd react like this. I have to go!"
"Wait," Charming said. "I had a great time."
"Me too," Pocahantas said with a smile. "Maybe we can have a second and longer date?"
"I'll call you," Charming promised, and Pocahantas rushed out to find her friend.
This chapter is also OOC. I've never seen Rock and Rule, the movie Omar's from, but I've heard he's confident. I watched like 15 minutes of that movie. I've also never seen The Hunchback of Norte Dame, Or Atlantis, or the Swan Princess, or The Emperor's Grove, or The road to El Dorado, or Treasure Planet, or Who framed Roger Rabbit, or Cool World. In short, I'm writing about a whole bunch of Non/Disney characters that I've never seen before. These are my crossover ships, so... yes they're strange but Pocahantas/Charming is not definite. There will be Jack/Rapunzel next chapter!